<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:50:42.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinsipration</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-189606537436230992</id><published>2009-03-17T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:37:20.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've got a new rant space. ask me where. nicely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-189606537436230992?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/189606537436230992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=189606537436230992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/189606537436230992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/189606537436230992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-got-new-rant-space.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-3896900357634970414</id><published>2009-03-11T14:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:16:05.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work is really starting to take a toll on me. Everyday I come to work, knowing that I'll have to do the same things, handle the same complains, see the same people, &lt;strong&gt;work with&lt;/strong&gt; the same people. And then I think to myself &lt;em&gt;is this how I want my next few years to be?&lt;/em&gt; Im starting to fall into a vicious cycle. Wake up--&gt;work---&gt;lunch---&gt;work---&gt;go home--&gt;go on msn---&gt;sleep---&gt;wake up---&gt;work.......You get what I mean. I don't even dance as much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If on average, a person works 8 hours a day, 20 days a month (&lt;em&gt;assuming a 5 day work week),&lt;/em&gt; and takes 15 years to become a CEO, Can I work &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;8 x 20 x 12 x 15 = 28800 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;at a shot and become a CEO? And assuming I work 12 hours a day, it would only take me 2400 days to become a CEO. How convenient. I dont mind working 12 hours a day for 6 years if i get to be a CEO. Then I can retire at like 30?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance nationals is this Saturday. Do drop by Hougang CC if you are free. Entrance fee should be at $25- $30 per pax including dinner. I feel like an old hag&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-3896900357634970414?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3896900357634970414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=3896900357634970414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3896900357634970414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3896900357634970414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/03/work-is-really-starting-to-take-toll-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-1726707764396064402</id><published>2009-03-06T12:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T13:30:09.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my chest ripped open and heart violently smashed into pieces. But I also had a sinfully delicious box of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; chocolate as well as a fantastic dinner at &lt;em&gt;Vanash&lt;/em&gt;. So im ok. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently i've grown to like &lt;em&gt;thinking&lt;/em&gt;. Its syndromes of living in self denial. Denial that everything is going to be ok. and that everything will go &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;  way. Can I eat chocolates and not grow fat? Can I still grow taller? Can I turn back time and undo things I wish I didn't do so my heart doesn't break into a zillion pieces everytime something or someone reminds me of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are like nets- We hope they'll cover what we mean, but we know they cant posibly hold that much joy, or grief, wonder. Language only takes you this far. And then, you've got to figure the rest alone. You, or the person that has to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emilene is flying off to India this Sunday for 6 &lt;em&gt;frigging weeks&lt;/em&gt;. I hope I don't die without her. Girl, if you are reading this, I just want you to know that my world would collaspe and my time would stop and and and and....i'll miss u. See you on Sunday morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-1726707764396064402?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1726707764396064402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=1726707764396064402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1726707764396064402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1726707764396064402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-i-had-my-chest-ripped-open.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-1311073315807774687</id><published>2009-03-04T08:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T08:31:58.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is a jealous woman an ugly woman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is an ugly woman a jealous woman?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s: cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly. cannot be ugly.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-1311073315807774687?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1311073315807774687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=1311073315807774687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1311073315807774687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1311073315807774687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-jealous-woman-ugly-woman-or-is-ugly.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-3139082061194369368</id><published>2009-02-28T09:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T09:41:32.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am suppose to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;working&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But I feel like hiding in the huge ass&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;toilet&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;play my DS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;trauma centre rocks my socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-3139082061194369368?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3139082061194369368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=3139082061194369368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3139082061194369368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3139082061194369368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-suppose-to-be-working.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-5068870085467109448</id><published>2009-02-18T12:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:39:51.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In everyone of us, lives an &lt;em&gt;ahlian/ahbeng. &lt;/em&gt;And at some point of your life, they start to grow. then they die off. or so we choose to believe. Because,I think,my ah lian hasn't died. its pretty much alive and kicking in this little corner of my brian screaming &lt;em&gt;@#$%%$#@. A&lt;/em&gt;nd yesterday it slipped out of my mouth when a woman refuse to let me sit down in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no im not pregnant. no im not old. no i didn't feel like fainting. But everyone else was seated! I would be doing myself injustice if i didnt grab a seat as well. that bitch decided to conveniently ignore me even after i &lt;u&gt;shouted&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;excuse me&lt;/em&gt;. twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should welcome my inner lian with open arms.&lt;em&gt; I think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-5068870085467109448?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5068870085467109448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=5068870085467109448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5068870085467109448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5068870085467109448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-4045502543293547208</id><published>2009-02-15T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:33:00.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Valentines day. Whilst many girls had a bouquet of flower warm around their arms, I had none. That was cause, I received TWO the day before! *chuckles* Thank You Bum bum for the huge bouquet of 9 roses. And to Mr Mysterious Man for the extremely cute bouquet of rose with balloon that said "kisses and hugs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines was great. i must admit it didnt start off uit as well as the initial plan of picnic didnt come thru. but I was glad that we manage to drag ourselves reluctantly to Sentosa. And God, it was packed. The sun was scorching hot as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop was at Dolphin lagoon. The performance was reallllly cute. It was a total out of the world experience when my Valentine paid for me to take a picture with the pink dolphins! They were a lil wrinkled thou. Not to mention I looked pretty fat. Well, who cares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was to underwater world. They had a touch pool with all the different kinds of fishes. But I was too chickened out to touch any. At first. So i settled for the starfish. It looked like a piece of rock. And of course, felt like one too. I gave up on trying to touch the fishes, so i wenta wash my hands. Did I mention the water smelt terrible? Another out of the world experience was when we stepped into the world of stingrays. I FED THEM. yea....they were gooooey. Literally. Took me lots of screams and half an hour later to successfully feed the stingray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day ended pretty early cause we were both tired. I reached home at 8, slept till the end of valentines. But nonetheless, The day was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I saw a stingray shit. And i finallly know where fishes' anus are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-4045502543293547208?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4045502543293547208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=4045502543293547208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4045502543293547208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4045502543293547208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday-was-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-1633760391335207660</id><published>2009-02-13T16:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:37:06.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Flowers make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Therefore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I is happy. Very happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-1633760391335207660?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1633760391335207660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=1633760391335207660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1633760391335207660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1633760391335207660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-is-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-2731574912324385811</id><published>2009-02-10T12:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T12:25:10.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its amazing how some f***ing arssholes can turn around on you faster than you say &lt;em&gt;kissmyass&lt;/em&gt;. No, I should say astounding. one minute hes licking your asshole, and then another, he stabbing you in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to widen my grasp of language. i promise myself, everyday, i shall make it a point to say jerk in many different language. For today, lets try french and spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the internet calls it, &lt;em&gt;farker&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-2731574912324385811?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/2731574912324385811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=2731574912324385811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2731574912324385811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2731574912324385811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-amazing-how-some-fing-arssholes-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-1456202404279453212</id><published>2009-02-05T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:42:10.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just the other day, my parents insisted i pack my clothes (even thou i really dont have THAT a lot) and throw away those that have been collecting dust inside the wardrobe. so i did just that. and then mom starting nagging. she said &lt;em&gt;waste my money! ask you to pack clothes like throwing away money!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, I couldn't care less. I was busy looking at the back of my brains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-1456202404279453212?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1456202404279453212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=1456202404279453212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1456202404279453212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1456202404279453212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-other-day-my-parents-insisted-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-7278255648194426530</id><published>2009-02-04T00:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T00:36:09.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I saw a girl on my way to the bank. She was stepping out of the see through sliding door and there and then, caught my eye immediately. Tucked under a thick royal purple sweater and green mini-skirt, she was simply stunning. I was amazed. Her thighs were no larger then my forearms and her face so sunken in her cheekbone was protruding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She must have noticed me looking at her, cause instantly, her gaze fell upon me. And I thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shes beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. I mustered up a smile and she returned it. weak, yet with a hidden strength. a strength indescribable. and all i wanted to do at that point of time was to dig a hole and hide in it. Her fair skin,thinning hair, protruding cheekbones and stick-thin legs were too much a sight for me to bear. It hit my raw spot. She is so tiny that she sways with a gust of wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a stifling sense of inadequacy that leached into my veins, little by little, poisoning me with a fear of disappointing, and of disappointment. I wanted to be like her. admiration swallowed me bit by bit, and i strolled back to the office, sat in the suddenly-uncomfortable chair thinking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could I be like her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-7278255648194426530?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7278255648194426530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=7278255648194426530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7278255648194426530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7278255648194426530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/02/today-i-saw-girl-on-my-way-to-bank.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-8467683034449394617</id><published>2009-02-03T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:05:57.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes will be banned in auditoriums where world leader speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20090202/tap-britain-china-diplomacy-8d4ea94.html"&gt;Protester throws shoe at Chinese PM in Britain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. I wonder whos next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-8467683034449394617?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/8467683034449394617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=8467683034449394617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8467683034449394617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8467683034449394617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-2346498901586550088</id><published>2009-01-30T15:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T16:08:29.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>seriously? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might just consider changing this blog's name to"iamheretorantabout*censored*people.blogspot.com If this keeps going on, my sole motivation to blog would be on how much *censored* people pisses me off every single day at work. Then again, maybe its not too bad cause Yours Truly would actually start to update this blog on a regular basis. Maybe i should change it to "rantsabout*censored*.blogspot.com" Or we could try "*censored*youall*censored*people.blogspot.com" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never fail to piss me off to the extreme roots of my toe nails even on beautiful days. &lt;br /&gt;Conversation with them goes like: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME: So have you done this&lt;br /&gt;Them: I busy lei (turns around and talk to each other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME: Have you fixed this? &lt;br /&gt;Them:eh, i got a lot of things to do lei (turns around and talk to each other) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME:Whose on duty today?&lt;br /&gt;Them:check yourself can or not(turns around and talk to each other)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I have just put my point across.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-2346498901586550088?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/2346498901586550088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=2346498901586550088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2346498901586550088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2346498901586550088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/01/seriously-i-might-just-consider.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-7263599305312775884</id><published>2009-01-29T09:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T09:05:24.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right now, I feel like a hot air balloon. All the anger inside me is making me light-headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im surrounded by incompetent fools of the same "kind". I suspect their only sole purpose in life is to infest East Coast Park. Oh, did I mention all the other parks as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arsholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-7263599305312775884?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7263599305312775884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=7263599305312775884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7263599305312775884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7263599305312775884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/01/right-now-i-feel-like-hot-air-balloon.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-8322357714181795204</id><published>2009-01-05T23:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:22:14.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think I cant multi task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I cant breathe and rub my eyes at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So everytime after i rub my eyes, i end up breathless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So Farnie&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;harharhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-8322357714181795204?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/8322357714181795204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=8322357714181795204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8322357714181795204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8322357714181795204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-think-i-cant-multi-task.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-3966366360171450927</id><published>2009-01-01T14:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:00:55.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;New &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:500;" &gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:500;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bumbum, Qing, XiaoYan, Mandy, Jeanette, Cheryl,Emilene, Ah girl, Yi Zhuan, Adeline, Fenny, Eng Soon, Terence, Yide, Clement, Kamede, Spencer, Nad, Jasmine, Tian Yin, Joshy, Chor Yeow, Alex, Jeremy, Jonathan, Mei Xian, Aloysious, Xuan Bin, Ming, Darren, Alicia, Melvin, Sharon, Cheryl, Pam, Desmoan, EEvel, Felix, Froggie, Sue, Liyana, Shaun..and all those I didnt mention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Wish on behalf of all you love loves....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL BAD PEOPLE BE GONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL GOOD PEOPLE TO FLOCK TO YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUMMY TO BE ALWAYS FILLED WITH NICE NICE FOOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND NEVER TO BE HUNGRY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OCKET TO HAVE MANY MANY MONEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT HAVE A SMALL ENOUGH HOLE TO DROP SOME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER LOVE ALL OF YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I say super, I mean SUPER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-3966366360171450927?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3966366360171450927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=3966366360171450927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3966366360171450927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3966366360171450927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-years-to-bumbum-qing-xiaoyan.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-6011855278054332847</id><published>2008-12-25T23:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:33:50.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its so hard to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;so hard to please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;after awhile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it becomes hard even when you put 1 plus 1 together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it doesn't equal to 2 anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;it just becomes a big mass of thoughts,illusions and perhaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a fraction of joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-6011855278054332847?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/6011855278054332847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=6011855278054332847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6011855278054332847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6011855278054332847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-so-hard-to-try.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-3354599643248777222</id><published>2008-12-15T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:32:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;AM&lt;br /&gt;TURNING&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECOS&lt;br /&gt;OF&lt;br /&gt;YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYYYYYyyyyyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*sobs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-3354599643248777222?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3354599643248777222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=3354599643248777222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3354599643248777222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3354599643248777222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-turning-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-5348854111671547710</id><published>2008-12-05T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:57:17.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the Funniest news ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ap/20081205/tap-as-malaysia-karaoke-killing-b3c65ae.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Man killed for not sharing karaoke microphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moral of the story? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sing in your bathroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;use the showerhead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-5348854111671547710?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5348854111671547710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=5348854111671547710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5348854111671547710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5348854111671547710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahahahahhahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-9112094279549577581</id><published>2008-12-03T13:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:58:13.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Saturday I went to the airpork and to Yeast Coast Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rode in a MAZda six&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drank Free koffee&lt;br /&gt;Sat in orange chairs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and ate mudpies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat at the beach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;smell the soil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and point at black crabs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was fun to the MXM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/STasMmafG9I/AAAAAAAAAeE/trlc_mIALms/s1600-h/satout.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/STasMmafG9I/AAAAAAAAAeE/trlc_mIALms/s320/satout.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275593345981160402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really wish everything was easier. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i guess i really cant ask for more. Nothing can be perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-9112094279549577581?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/9112094279549577581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=9112094279549577581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/9112094279549577581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/9112094279549577581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-saturday-i-went-to-airpork-and-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/STasMmafG9I/AAAAAAAAAeE/trlc_mIALms/s72-c/satout.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-4553587819336231447</id><published>2008-11-25T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:19:58.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SSwJTuvlD7I/AAAAAAAAAd8/mvXvjksQ0c8/s1600-h/kids.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SSwJTuvlD7I/AAAAAAAAAd8/mvXvjksQ0c8/s400/kids.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272599498313764786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;Today&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; SOMEBODY &lt;/span&gt;made me really really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a chance to show my potential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;and one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: courier new;"&gt;I know i can make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-4553587819336231447?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4553587819336231447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=4553587819336231447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4553587819336231447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4553587819336231447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-somebody-made-me-really-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SSwJTuvlD7I/AAAAAAAAAd8/mvXvjksQ0c8/s72-c/kids.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-7988063450574071676</id><published>2008-11-18T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:50:03.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWEET&lt;/span&gt; tooth is acting up again.&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nd I feel like eating some&lt;/span&gt;thing T&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/345000/345308JOQn_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/345000/345308JOQn_w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sighs.&lt;br /&gt;One day, I would grow up. And be pretty. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;TALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-7988063450574071676?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7988063450574071676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=7988063450574071676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7988063450574071676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7988063450574071676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sweet-tooth-is-acting-up-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-2629054032805497231</id><published>2008-10-27T00:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T00:40:06.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-DsyZdeFjug&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-DsyZdeFjug&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is it just me? or he dance funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hp5qjaUBC7o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hp5qjaUBC7o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only for kids above 18! This is like my new rave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Womanizer, womanizer, womanizer, womanizer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the same word is repeated over and over again in teh video. Makes it easier for me to sing to song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WO-MER-NAI-ZER........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;AEH-NI-WAYS....&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming and im turning twen-teen.&lt;br /&gt;Once a teen. Always a teen.&lt;br /&gt;Please buy me many many diet pills and books on how to looooose FATS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be deflated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND im going for AVENUE Q with bumbum. Excited to the MXM MXM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PICTURE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScBamCUoI/AAAAAAAAAco/62Y2iCJ2Ums/s1600-h/CIMG0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScBamCUoI/AAAAAAAAAco/62Y2iCJ2Ums/s320/CIMG0701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261501812808241794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScA_v2vOI/AAAAAAAAAcg/P7GrnQyDUXA/s1600-h/CIMG0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScA_v2vOI/AAAAAAAAAcg/P7GrnQyDUXA/s320/CIMG0694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261501805601668322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScAi3V1MI/AAAAAAAAAcY/d1DE5yJ3h4s/s1600-h/CIMG0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScAi3V1MI/AAAAAAAAAcY/d1DE5yJ3h4s/s320/CIMG0692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261501797848437954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScAgenZ-I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2cbBSrsbvME/s1600-h/CIMG0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScAgenZ-I/AAAAAAAAAcQ/2cbBSrsbvME/s320/CIMG0684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261501797207861218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScAfX6noI/AAAAAAAAAcI/w6nMDVcvPSE/s1600-h/CIMG0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScAfX6noI/AAAAAAAAAcI/w6nMDVcvPSE/s320/CIMG0682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261501796911324802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQSctUlMXlI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gs148EIv2us/s1600-h/CIMG0714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQSctUlMXlI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Gs148EIv2us/s320/CIMG0714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261502567108337234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQSctJpg9-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/thoMqiUPCk8/s1600-h/CIMG0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQSctJpg9-I/AAAAAAAAAdg/thoMqiUPCk8/s320/CIMG0740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261502564173674466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScs78z7OI/AAAAAAAAAdY/xpgN05HQmtM/s1600-h/CIMG0756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScs78z7OI/AAAAAAAAAdY/xpgN05HQmtM/s320/CIMG0756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261502560496512226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScbC0AaQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NDZCeICWMw0/s1600-h/CIMG0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScbC0AaQI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NDZCeICWMw0/s320/CIMG0698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261502253100984578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScbF2e44I/AAAAAAAAAdI/k3LZcKNouOA/s1600-h/CIMG0710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScbF2e44I/AAAAAAAAAdI/k3LZcKNouOA/s320/CIMG0710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261502253916676994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQSca0-rNuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/1ta3QqwyWD0/s1600-h/CIMG0709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQSca0-rNuI/AAAAAAAAAdA/1ta3QqwyWD0/s320/CIMG0709.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261502249387636450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScauI8SHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/2s4rLqMr64Y/s1600-h/CIMG0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScauI8SHI/AAAAAAAAAc4/2s4rLqMr64Y/s320/CIMG0704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261502247551649906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScajMeodI/AAAAAAAAAcw/wvnKsNgrQy0/s1600-h/CIMG0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScajMeodI/AAAAAAAAAcw/wvnKsNgrQy0/s320/CIMG0702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261502244613693906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I think i spelled "lao sai" cor-lec-ly. I hate spelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-2629054032805497231?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/2629054032805497231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=2629054032805497231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2629054032805497231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2629054032805497231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-it-just-me-or-he-dance-funny-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SQScBamCUoI/AAAAAAAAAco/62Y2iCJ2Ums/s72-c/CIMG0701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-552391937602613229</id><published>2008-10-11T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T01:12:49.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just came back from Island Creamery-ing with Qing. Shes the best ranting buddy. EVER. Life is so mundane now. I do the same routine everyday. When I've finally settled down, I shall get a few pictures of my new desk. Its pretty plain right now, but im intending to make it my lil cosy nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, Im in love with my life now and hmm..maybe it'll be better if something interesting comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-552391937602613229?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/552391937602613229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=552391937602613229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/552391937602613229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/552391937602613229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-came-back-from-island-creamery-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-8318899248164647059</id><published>2008-09-19T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:15:57.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel like doing hair sExtensions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i'll be sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But I cant imagine having someone else's hair on my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if its from some dead china woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What if its from some people with hair lice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When Britney shaved her head, did she sell her hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-8318899248164647059?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/8318899248164647059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=8318899248164647059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8318899248164647059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8318899248164647059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-like-doing-hair-sextensions.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-4435959721679336025</id><published>2008-09-15T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:16:01.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i've been going out a lot this week and spending loads of money. But I've taken loads of pictures as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night was out with the dance friends for dinner at kushinbo. Well, to celebrate Terence's POP and also a farewell for Kai cos hes going in next tuesday. Oh wells~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM02Y-pKLzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/OPpJQsTSgzI/s1600-h/CIMG2559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM02Y-pKLzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/OPpJQsTSgzI/s320/CIMG2559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245908943716888370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM02Y7gcReI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6wB22epetDg/s1600-h/CIMG2560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM02Y7gcReI/AAAAAAAAAa4/6wB22epetDg/s320/CIMG2560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245908942875018722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM02ZPQOAoI/AAAAAAAAAbA/hiGbC_RXIy0/s1600-h/CIMG2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM02ZPQOAoI/AAAAAAAAAbA/hiGbC_RXIy0/s320/CIMG2561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245908948175684226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was shopping time with the dearest princesses today. I shopped for 6 solid hours while they did an 8 hr marathon. HAHA. Cant believe it. i wonder who they take after. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM02ZBzbR2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/87B3b-uFZq8/s1600-h/CIMG0139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM02ZBzbR2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/87B3b-uFZq8/s320/CIMG0139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245908944565258082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM02ZaM-W2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/-VvHgiNxbmM/s1600-h/CIMG0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM02ZaM-W2I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/-VvHgiNxbmM/s320/CIMG0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245908951114865506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM03PbUD8tI/AAAAAAAAAbY/f9-Uvsb6Jz0/s1600-h/CIMG0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM03PbUD8tI/AAAAAAAAAbY/f9-Uvsb6Jz0/s320/CIMG0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245909879125963474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM03PvsX55I/AAAAAAAAAbo/LsptW6NaMt0/s1600-h/CIMG2568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM03PvsX55I/AAAAAAAAAbo/LsptW6NaMt0/s320/CIMG2568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245909884596643730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM03P9qquBI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7ATCmMgpVRU/s1600-h/CIMG2571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM03P9qquBI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7ATCmMgpVRU/s320/CIMG2571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245909888347584530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I totally love Emilene' s new camera. It makes me look pretty and gives me double eyelids.&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'll steal it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM03PbH_ytI/AAAAAAAAAbg/zCo4nWMG45E/s1600-h/CIMG0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM03PbH_ytI/AAAAAAAAAbg/zCo4nWMG45E/s320/CIMG0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245909879075359442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im graduating from the casino school soon. Am going to miss the place. The chips, the trainers and the friends. Five months passed so quickly. Now im looking forward to my next job. cant wait....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM03QFt1vUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/le485-REiwU/s1600-h/P9090003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM03QFt1vUI/AAAAAAAAAb4/le485-REiwU/s320/P9090003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245909890508373314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will miss all of you. most anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I totally forgot to intro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;duce my new baby. Not really so new anymore, but new enough for me to introduce.&lt;br /&gt;Proudly presenting my&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM04OxQgtPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/OMzOJR_2JGg/s1600-h/CIMG2564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM04OxQgtPI/AAAAAAAAAcA/OMzOJR_2JGg/s400/CIMG2564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245910967348409586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S: the backside got dented already. sobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-4435959721679336025?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4435959721679336025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=4435959721679336025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4435959721679336025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4435959721679336025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-ive-been-going-out-lot-this-week-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SM02Y-pKLzI/AAAAAAAAAaw/OPpJQsTSgzI/s72-c/CIMG2559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-3443539061183186343</id><published>2008-09-08T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:31:31.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJaKv9dgQPU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJaKv9dgQPU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tyEjOY1V4p8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tyEjOY1V4p8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;they rock my socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-3443539061183186343?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3443539061183186343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=3443539061183186343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3443539061183186343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3443539061183186343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/09/they-rock-my-socks.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-9087660116834964906</id><published>2008-09-07T00:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T00:42:48.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im high from drinking Choya. HAHAs. Retarded. I feel like feeding my lil cousin some of it. maybe he'll start jumping around and play Wii with me. Cause he prefers playing MAPLESTORY over Wii with me.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMKyRhJUNcI/AAAAAAAAAS4/__JTR3Ft5F8/s1600-h/CIMG2544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMKyRhJUNcI/AAAAAAAAAS4/__JTR3Ft5F8/s320/CIMG2544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242948930237642178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were suppose to go down to Del Mar today with Everyone, but it was pouring.&lt;br /&gt;So we gave up.&lt;br /&gt;And then we tried Jewel Box.&lt;br /&gt;But no cab wanted to send us up.&lt;br /&gt;We went Harry's in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMKyP2ex5CI/AAAAAAAAASw/D2ekl7aYSxo/s1600-h/CIMG2546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMKyP2ex5CI/AAAAAAAAASw/D2ekl7aYSxo/s320/CIMG2546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242948901605073954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THIS, is my LOVE. She Red. and hot. Like literally.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, did I mention Terence is coming out next tuesday?&lt;br /&gt;Like hes P-O-P ing from BMT.&lt;br /&gt;Happy to the M.X.M&lt;br /&gt;Den i wont have to dance alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;For 2 weeks at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-9087660116834964906?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/9087660116834964906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=9087660116834964906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/9087660116834964906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/9087660116834964906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-high-from-drinking-choya.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMKyRhJUNcI/AAAAAAAAAS4/__JTR3Ft5F8/s72-c/CIMG2544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-1233115684231624164</id><published>2008-09-06T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T00:20:20.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I played so much Wii my arms ache like hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-1233115684231624164?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1233115684231624164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=1233115684231624164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1233115684231624164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1233115684231624164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-played-so-much-wii-my-arms-ache-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-2961923283625103712</id><published>2008-09-04T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:46:24.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Daddy. Theres only so much i am able to express in words (largely due to limited vocab), but i love u for everything. U'll live to a ripe old age...and live off me. I'll pay for EVERYTHING! Give u kopi money everyday to drink kopi, give u toto money to bet and give u a lot of money to buy mummy loads of gifts. I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMABYiw0gNI/AAAAAAAAASI/WreIfejolaM/s1600-h/CIMG2532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMABYiw0gNI/AAAAAAAAASI/WreIfejolaM/s320/CIMG2532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242191487419318482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMABYx7yZCI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3_Jlnn4koJo/s1600-h/CIMG2533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMABYx7yZCI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3_Jlnn4koJo/s320/CIMG2533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242191491491849250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMABZczVbLI/AAAAAAAAASY/kpEUMFA0cUw/s1600-h/CIMG2534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMABZczVbLI/AAAAAAAAASY/kpEUMFA0cUw/s320/CIMG2534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242191502999121074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMABZrQVkTI/AAAAAAAAASg/UQGJAbpgEZ4/s1600-h/CIMG2535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMABZrQVkTI/AAAAAAAAASg/UQGJAbpgEZ4/s320/CIMG2535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242191506878861618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of late, the blog has become a rather boring place. I wld love to upload pictures of myself but nothing every seems to turn out nnice enough to be put in the blog. One day I'll smack on a really thick cake of foundation, stick on a pair of false lashes and smear on some glitter eyeshadow, draw jet black eyeliner, brush on beautiful peach blusher and to top it all off, put on the tube of lipgloss that has been in the drawer for wad seem like ages. Then...maybe then, i'll take a beautiful picture of myself and present to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMACUBuSDzI/AAAAAAAAASo/zz_wTBc5bZo/s1600-h/s646465505_3581025_9489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMACUBuSDzI/AAAAAAAAASo/zz_wTBc5bZo/s320/s646465505_3581025_9489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242192509342453554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p.s: happy mooooooon cake festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-2961923283625103712?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/2961923283625103712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=2961923283625103712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2961923283625103712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2961923283625103712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SMABYiw0gNI/AAAAAAAAASI/WreIfejolaM/s72-c/CIMG2532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-8182612668191785805</id><published>2008-08-19T07:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:43:26.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SKoIXLJk5hI/AAAAAAAAASA/mf_ESuDdrQE/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SKoIXLJk5hI/AAAAAAAAASA/mf_ESuDdrQE/s320/DSC00046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236006710994593298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you HAPPEN to know him.&lt;br /&gt;His birthday is this Saturday 23rd Aug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEXT HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-8182612668191785805?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/8182612668191785805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=8182612668191785805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8182612668191785805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8182612668191785805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-you-happen-to-know-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SKoIXLJk5hI/AAAAAAAAASA/mf_ESuDdrQE/s72-c/DSC00046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-5721740743099794024</id><published>2008-08-14T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T00:09:37.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOW NOW NOW...&lt;br /&gt;This is what you call HWAT.&lt;br /&gt;Look. H-E   I-S    H-A-W-T&lt;br /&gt;Like to the M.X.M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JOHN CHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/events/ALO-014192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/events/ALO-014192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/specials/sma06/sma_gallery/john_cho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2006/specials/sma06/sma_gallery/john_cho.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know im a lil slow. Like hes been out there for a zillion years. But still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Too bad hes married. Lucky Bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-5721740743099794024?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5721740743099794024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=5721740743099794024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5721740743099794024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5721740743099794024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/08/now-now-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-6911036018016952717</id><published>2008-08-10T20:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:55:11.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im doing my jive routine now.&lt;br /&gt;my feet are killing me. &lt;br /&gt;Its soooooooo fast. &lt;br /&gt;And I cant seem to co-ordinate. &lt;br /&gt;SOooooooooooo sickening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikXfdYe-u38&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikXfdYe-u38&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wana jive like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-6911036018016952717?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/6911036018016952717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=6911036018016952717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6911036018016952717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6911036018016952717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-doing-my-jive-routine-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-3723663289780594170</id><published>2008-07-23T23:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T23:19:07.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its amazing after a year, the immense &lt;s&gt;hurt loathe&lt;/s&gt; emotions could still be felt with just a mention of the very name. I've thought I've put it all behind based on the fact that at some point of time we were the very best of friends. It doesn't help that having pretty much the same circle of friends would mean the constant reminder of the broken friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would things have been different if I never did certain things? But I sure do hope one day we both would be able to put away certain grudges against each other and learn how to forgive and forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://irrisistabletemptation.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/me2u_bear_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://irrisistabletemptation.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/me2u_bear_002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a pedicure. badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dear God, how much does forgiveness cost. Can i afford it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-3723663289780594170?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3723663289780594170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=3723663289780594170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3723663289780594170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3723663289780594170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-amazing-after-year-immense-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-7238972444612022918</id><published>2008-07-17T20:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:01.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went Jogging today. *Beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a thursday and im suppose to be in dance but Terence is away "serving the nation". How sad. I miss dancing. Its been a week plus and im coping pretty well but the 2 weeks confinement is not doing me any good at all. Hes BOTAK now. We're gona miss the on-coming competition in KL. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, i forgot to upload the pictures from the last competition. We did well for the first competition. Participated in Grade E Cha and Rhumba,as well as Grade D. Sad to say, we only got into the semi-finals for the higher Grade D. HOWEVER, we did manage to get a 3rd place for Rhumba and 7th place for Cha Cha in Grade E. CHEERS! Here are the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SH9SVY0VKBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/FgSsMch2Zvo/s1600-h/CIMG2448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SH9SVY0VKBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/FgSsMch2Zvo/s320/CIMG2448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223984620165736466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dance parrrrrtner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SH9RSztcK6I/AAAAAAAAARo/b-ixcMihPlI/s1600-h/CIMG2454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SH9RSztcK6I/AAAAAAAAARo/b-ixcMihPlI/s320/CIMG2454.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223983476333357986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My partner in crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SH9RTQWooDI/AAAAAAAAARw/ToOb2-jTLGU/s1600-h/CIMG2452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SH9RTQWooDI/AAAAAAAAARw/ToOb2-jTLGU/s320/CIMG2452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223983484022333490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The very ones who made it possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SH9RSYeuj6I/AAAAAAAAARg/-hekPw4psU4/s1600-h/CIMG2449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SH9RSYeuj6I/AAAAAAAAARg/-hekPw4psU4/s320/CIMG2449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223983469023891362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loves &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-7238972444612022918?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7238972444612022918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=7238972444612022918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7238972444612022918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7238972444612022918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-went-jogging-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SH9SVY0VKBI/AAAAAAAAAR4/FgSsMch2Zvo/s72-c/CIMG2448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-7386736196349813156</id><published>2008-06-27T23:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T23:10:57.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is THE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;All these months for the 1 min and 45 seconds tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.floridahouseinn.com/images/LatinDancing.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.floridahouseinn.com/images/LatinDancing.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-7386736196349813156?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7386736196349813156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=7386736196349813156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7386736196349813156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7386736196349813156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/06/tomorrow-is-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-6616066602108978948</id><published>2008-06-16T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:01.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just now i told myself i would jog when i get home from school"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeha. Im fat and moody now. I need food. To make the moody monster in me fat. Then it'll have high blood. Then I'll eat more lard. Then moody monster would grow fatter. Then it'll die of high blood pressure. Then I'll be free from moody monster. Then I wont be moody. RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty right now cause I spent the money that was suppose to be for the dance costume on new clothes. Now I have to pray that my next pay comes soon. And im freaking out. The dance competition is next Saturday and i keep thinking that im gona trip over my own feet or maybe tear my costume or maybe tear Terence's costume or maybe trip over someone else's feet or maybe get smack by someone on the dance floor or maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wana get into finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SFaoIm5fBDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NaTOSJQreJQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SFaoIm5fBDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NaTOSJQreJQ/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212538484562002994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my moody monster. its pink cause thats my favorite colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Im going to feed my moody monster now. Shes hungry and shes kicking my tummy and making me moody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-6616066602108978948?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/6616066602108978948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=6616066602108978948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6616066602108978948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6616066602108978948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-now-i-told-myself-i-would-jog-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SFaoIm5fBDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/NaTOSJQreJQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-4111571067558829142</id><published>2008-06-14T12:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T12:17:53.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hNYxuZHhmEM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hNYxuZHhmEM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Maybe theres a chance u're stuck on me too. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-4111571067558829142?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4111571067558829142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=4111571067558829142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4111571067558829142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4111571067558829142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/06/maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-8542392246048456877</id><published>2008-06-06T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:01.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its hard to find anything intelligent enough to blog about these days. Explains the extreme lack of post in this extremely pathetic blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days back, a close friend mentioned about not knowing where to head to now that we've graduate. A few lucky ones would be wondering about how freshman orientation would be in new university life. And a large group of boys would be shaving their heads in a matter of months to "do their part and serve the country". Another group would have already plunged head first into the intriguing world of deceits and betrayal, and maybe earned their very first keep in the working industry.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, theres also a handful out there who has absolutely no idea what to do with their life. Maybe I fall into this category, maybe i don't. I am not too sure too. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As of now&lt;/span&gt;, of course I have already set a goal, a path different from many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A path that definitely would not be the choice of a poly graduate.&lt;br /&gt;A path that I hope to be able to make it big in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet again, Im stuck at the cross roads, forced to make another decision. I guess life is full of making decisions and sooner or later, one has to be able to make decisions. And accept a wrong or bad move. Thats the way u learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note..Yours truly would be having her very first Latin competition this coming 28th June at NTU. Can't wait. Sure hope I do well.&lt;br /&gt;And I have a new love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SEkpaMgnlnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nAMRleoNBnc/s1600-h/F700_2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SEkpaMgnlnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nAMRleoNBnc/s320/F700_2.1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208739974042064498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uber love the Chic qwerty keyboard and the touchscreen. Feel his sudden urge to rush down to the nearest cellphone shop,grab it and run. Y not buy it u say? Cause I've already emptied my savings for the dance costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any generous donor would be greatly appreciated. Much loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-8542392246048456877?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/8542392246048456877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=8542392246048456877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8542392246048456877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8542392246048456877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-hard-to-find-anything-intelligent.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/SEkpaMgnlnI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nAMRleoNBnc/s72-c/F700_2.1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-3717816492521377599</id><published>2008-02-27T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:02.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Real love is like a ghost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Everyone is talking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;But hardly has anyone ever seen it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;It doesn't mean it's non-existence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;even thou it hasn't occurred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I've reached another point of my life where everything starts to change and I am gona step into adulthood. But am I ready for it? All I am doing right now is watching cheesy Taiwanese dramas, wishing I was the main actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R8WL5eUgE7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/OLelCNl_B2M/s1600-h/n6024637320173083938yh4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R8WL5eUgE7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/OLelCNl_B2M/s320/n6024637320173083938yh4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171693566612738994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And proudly presenting my new crush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R8WL5uUgE8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/7MtTpj4X0aY/s1600-h/wu-zun-news-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R8WL5uUgE8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/7MtTpj4X0aY/s320/wu-zun-news-0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171693570907706306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R8WL5-UgE9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/qkKkMlM6MRY/s1600-h/wu-zun-pic-0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R8WL5-UgE9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/qkKkMlM6MRY/s320/wu-zun-pic-0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171693575202673618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hes so cute so cute so cute. Love the eyes and the lips. Maybe one day I'll meet him like I met Elvin the other time in the gym. Dont worry Elvin, I still love u, just a lil lesser cause Wu Zun is cuter. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R8WMy-UgE-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3hop7_xqqz8/s1600-h/ElvinNg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R8WMy-UgE-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/3hop7_xqqz8/s320/ElvinNg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171694554455217122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-3717816492521377599?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3717816492521377599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=3717816492521377599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3717816492521377599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3717816492521377599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/02/real-love-is-like-ghost.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R8WL5eUgE7I/AAAAAAAAAQE/OLelCNl_B2M/s72-c/n6024637320173083938yh4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-3155137555536246865</id><published>2008-02-01T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:50:18.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I finally went clubbing. I must admit I had some fun "wriggling" with the crowd,but other than that..nothing really fantastic. For more updates, scroll all the way to my links...and click on "Mandy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll! Any question, post it on my very humble little tagboard. Muahs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-3155137555536246865?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3155137555536246865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=3155137555536246865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3155137555536246865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3155137555536246865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-i-finally-went-clubbing.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-8490459753333291727</id><published>2008-01-24T14:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:04:47.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its Thursday and im home and im feeling very sick now cause i jus had milk with oero + char siew bao + cadbury chocolate +  mochi ice cream. I think its starting to act up in my tummy cause im feeling really uncomfortable. I would have went ahead with maggie mee if not for my tummy giving out weird vibes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help. Im a fat dinosaur. A bored and fat dinosaur. A bored and fat dinosaur with a lot of work not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;What an irony. How can u possibly be bored and have a lot of work not done yet? hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-8490459753333291727?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/8490459753333291727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=8490459753333291727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8490459753333291727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8490459753333291727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-thursday-and-im-home-and-im-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-1462155860746156853</id><published>2008-01-23T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:02.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*wipes away the cobwebs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its been gazillion years since I've updated at all. Theres just too much to do and so little time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has happened over the past few gazillion years of my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. PioPio dropped on the bus and got stepped by some woman so im not gona use him anymore simply cause hes black. But Emilene bought me a new spongebob socks to put my Nintendo. heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R5dZAxajSoI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OLJc6OCBU8Y/s1600-h/IMAGE_097%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R5dZAxajSoI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OLJc6OCBU8Y/s320/IMAGE_097%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158689767975766658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. John and I went to the Zoo and we found out that Otters loves to do backflips in the water over and over again. (and when i say over and over again..i really mean over and over again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R5dZAhajSnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/62Zcutn0PHw/s1600-h/CIMG1781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R5dZAhajSnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/62Zcutn0PHw/s320/CIMG1781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158689763680799346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I've got my Nitendo Wii and have also gotten sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I've clear about half a dozen of my projects and theres another half to go. If only it was as easy as eating donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I've given up on gyming and decided to grow fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I've got like permanent blisters at the back of my ankle due to dance and the craziest part is Im still loving dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Xy flew of to never never land and we'll never never see her for a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R5daEhajSpI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DgJYRUtNrks/s1600-h/CIMG1751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R5daEhajSpI/AAAAAAAAAP8/DgJYRUtNrks/s320/CIMG1751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158690931911903890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That should be all for right now and I am off to chat with MrVainpot who has recently developed an addiction to taken unglam and ugly shots of Yours Truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then..tats~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-1462155860746156853?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1462155860746156853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=1462155860746156853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1462155860746156853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1462155860746156853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/01/wipes-away-cobwebs-so-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R5dZAxajSoI/AAAAAAAAAP0/OLJc6OCBU8Y/s72-c/IMAGE_097%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-5041168963468503625</id><published>2008-01-05T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:02.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are times where u wish u never said what u knew u had to say. And right now, i wish that never happened. Shld have seen it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 lesson : Love unconditionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R35r4w_LwfI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UMkoErwYEH8/s1600-h/chickenlove2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R35r4w_LwfI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UMkoErwYEH8/s400/chickenlove2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151673646725186034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-5041168963468503625?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5041168963468503625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=5041168963468503625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5041168963468503625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5041168963468503625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-are-times-where-u-wish-u-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R35r4w_LwfI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UMkoErwYEH8/s72-c/chickenlove2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-8577110312611345207</id><published>2007-12-09T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:02.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love expensive strawberries and Tom Yum Seaweed. Cause they help me study. And they make me fat. Chubby bubby fat fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying since 2pm and its already 6 but theres no progress. Im surfing blogs or just walking in and out of the room. Im going crazy. But i love piopio. My new DS toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R1vCTbf4L0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/_TOunqxcc3I/s1600-h/IMAGE_097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R1vCTbf4L0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/_TOunqxcc3I/s400/IMAGE_097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141917038628319042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lets me squeeze her when im stress and she keeps quiet. Shes white now. When she becomes black, im gona throw her away. JOKING. The pink one is called er...HIOHIO. AHAHAHA. Emilene, ok? Thats her stress ball too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah girl is in Korea and shes coming back tonight. I hope she buys me nice nice korea food like those in princess hours. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-8577110312611345207?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/8577110312611345207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=8577110312611345207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8577110312611345207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8577110312611345207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-love-expensive-strawberries-and-tom.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R1vCTbf4L0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/_TOunqxcc3I/s72-c/IMAGE_097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-8402756397788749887</id><published>2007-12-05T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:43:13.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've passed my Basic Theory and Final Theory. The Traffic Police next. Driving soonnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 CT paper down. 2 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl's birthday dinner at East Coast Jumbo tml. Cant wait to meet them! Loves..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-8402756397788749887?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/8402756397788749887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=8402756397788749887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8402756397788749887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8402756397788749887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-passed-my-basic-theory-and-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-5737554528831943046</id><published>2007-11-27T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:19:52.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listen up you piece of junkface. I wish u'll read this and i want you to know that u're no more than a piece of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;maggot infested dung&lt;/span&gt; lying in the middle of the road where no one even walks by. I wish u were never born and I want you to know that your very existence was an accident. You are nothing but something gone wrong between 2 adults. Your presence stinks and u'll only grow up to be a even bigger pile of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;maggot infested cow dung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never believe that the very same clever genes running in my system are like yours. Maybe, just maybe u were picked up from the bin when no one else wanted you. Explains why u behave like a beggar, a thief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right at this moment, all I want to do is to hang your picture behind my door and throw darts at you. But no, im not going to do that. Im going to make you eat what you said today. And one day, I will make you beg me for something you need. And tell me that you have been nothing but a mere piece of...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;maggot infested dung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what, I feel better already. And Im going to make that happen. Just wait and see, u disgrace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-5737554528831943046?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5737554528831943046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=5737554528831943046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5737554528831943046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5737554528831943046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/11/listen-up-you-piece-of-junkface.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-4481327414022707986</id><published>2007-11-24T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:02.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I finally drove my own car! It was exhilarating. I must say the instructor was pretty confident with me to let me drive the car. Theres so many things you got to remember. Like the clutch pedal,accelerator pedal blah blah blah. But I must say the practical session was a lot smooth&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;er then i&lt;/span&gt; expected it to be. One fine day, U'll see me racing down the roads of Singapore in my modified Mini cooper. Jus wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, Im jus dreaming of a cheaper alternative. Something like Suzuki swift sports. Something equally chic yet is more friendly to the pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R0fPInn7llI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Jpxa3aKmHOs/s1600-h/fleetimage2100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R0fPInn7llI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Jpxa3aKmHOs/s400/fleetimage2100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136301647021708882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supergirl is Zooming away~~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-4481327414022707986?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4481327414022707986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=4481327414022707986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4481327414022707986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4481327414022707986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-i-finally-drove-my-own-car-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/R0fPInn7llI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Jpxa3aKmHOs/s72-c/fleetimage2100.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-9052397043282603350</id><published>2007-11-17T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:02.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rz5blXn7lkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vJFuYkD1TXY/s1600-h/bratz_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rz5blXn7lkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vJFuYkD1TXY/s320/bratz_1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133641322803729986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess things have changed. Did i choose to break out from the clique or was it something I did. Sometimes I wish things could have been easier. You, you and you. Is there only this much left? I wonder. And i feel a hand clasp over my heart and gave it a little squeeze. Cuz I still love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So akward. Its become so akward. at least for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-9052397043282603350?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/9052397043282603350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=9052397043282603350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/9052397043282603350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/9052397043282603350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-guess-things-have-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rz5blXn7lkI/AAAAAAAAAPM/vJFuYkD1TXY/s72-c/bratz_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-6123322976057139661</id><published>2007-11-13T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:03.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heres &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr Vainpot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzlpyTOUHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-FkZQ2mTiW8/s1600-h/baby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzlpyTOUHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-FkZQ2mTiW8/s200/baby.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132249563240078402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(swear i didnt force him to take it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im home after the operation and i feel stupid already. Im nt missing my second brain much cuz my ring finger is bandaged. BUT MY BACKSIDE DAMN PAIN. They decided to poke my backside instead and its bleedingggggg.......I've got 2 days MC thou. 8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-6123322976057139661?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/6123322976057139661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=6123322976057139661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6123322976057139661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6123322976057139661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/11/heres-mr-vainpot.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzlpyTOUHEI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-FkZQ2mTiW8/s72-c/baby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-1776347354788525116</id><published>2007-11-09T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:06.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK. So I havent been blogging for like forever. But I mean I was pretty occupied lately and hardly had much time left alone to blog. So Yours Truly is going to start off from where I left off the other time. My birthday. +D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day before my birthday,Baby came down to my place at night just to make sure he was the first to celebrate my birthday with me. Brought a delicious "coco exotic" cake along with him. SO SWEET! I meant like both was equally sweet. His parents gave me Ang Bao as well. Haha..I felt i could have melted right there and then on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPvAzOUGvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4n4h2jCPch0/s1600-h/CIMG1540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPvAzOUGvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4n4h2jCPch0/s200/CIMG1540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130707197534411506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPvADOUGuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AaqUP3BV_tw/s1600-h/CIMG1538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPvADOUGuI/AAAAAAAAAMU/AaqUP3BV_tw/s200/CIMG1538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130707184649509602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my birthday itself, day started off pretty bad. But John was there to save the day again. Mwt him at the bus stop. I know its a lil anti climax but yea, i insisted that i should open my present at the bus stop =x And VIOLA! A me-to-you bear with a diamond ring. This has got to be my best gift ever. Even the gift box was handmade.&lt;br /&gt;Caught "Game Plan" at Vivo. The movie rawk my socks man! Love the show. Next was dinner at a middle eastern restaurant- Vansh. It was at waterfront stadium. The food was perfect. Ambience was gorgeous and service was excellent! A pity was the place was abit dim and the pictures didnt turn out as nice. Didnt wana use flash cuz it sorta spoils the whole ambience thing. Ordered a whole lot of food. Seafood Brayni, mushroom tendori, mutton kebab,lamb steak, strawberry yougurt, magarita....just so much so much. Would love to go back to that place soon.&lt;br /&gt;So after that, took a walk along the waterfront. Really romantic...camwhored a lil..then we went back. That was definitely one of the best birthdays ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPvBDOUGwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/b6pTjaBve44/s1600-h/CIMG1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPvBDOUGwI/AAAAAAAAAMk/b6pTjaBve44/s200/CIMG1542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130707201829378818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP4IDOUG_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/KaltsY9Vyxc/s1600-h/CIMG1617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP4IDOUG_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/KaltsY9Vyxc/s200/CIMG1617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130717217693113330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPvBjOUGxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1_HSYra2jEc/s1600-h/CIMG1545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPvBjOUGxI/AAAAAAAAAMs/1_HSYra2jEc/s200/CIMG1545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130707210419313426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPvBzOUGyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/PI7TJr3hQkw/s1600-h/CIMG1551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPvBzOUGyI/AAAAAAAAAM0/PI7TJr3hQkw/s200/CIMG1551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130707214714280738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPwzTOUGzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dhYYpdQq6tM/s1600-h/CIMG1553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPwzTOUGzI/AAAAAAAAAM8/dhYYpdQq6tM/s200/CIMG1553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130709164629433138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPwzzOUG0I/AAAAAAAAANE/6emBWz3plnU/s1600-h/CIMG1557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPwzzOUG0I/AAAAAAAAANE/6emBWz3plnU/s200/CIMG1557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130709173219367746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPw2jOUG1I/AAAAAAAAANM/XLO_T7uDAcc/s1600-h/CIMG1560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPw2jOUG1I/AAAAAAAAANM/XLO_T7uDAcc/s200/CIMG1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130709220464008018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPw3DOUG2I/AAAAAAAAANU/vvcGAdq5DUY/s1600-h/CIMG1569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPw3DOUG2I/AAAAAAAAANU/vvcGAdq5DUY/s200/CIMG1569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130709229053942626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you thought that was all. Baby planned a stayover for just the two of us at his place casue his parents were oversea for 10 days. Was pretty excited. Went for Supper the night before and stayed out till 5-6 am in the morning with William and Liang. Drinking and talking loads of rubbish. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPz7zOUG4I/AAAAAAAAANk/yKnK5KGEyB8/s1600-h/IMAGE_045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPz7zOUG4I/AAAAAAAAANk/yKnK5KGEyB8/s200/IMAGE_045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130712609193204610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed right over to Baby's place and slept till 8 plus before i had to make my way down to Sengkang for my FYP. Did FYP fer about an hr plus, rush back to his place and slept again till late evening. Went grocery shopping after that. It was suppose to be just some alone time with me and him but he kept smsing and i got quite pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;But when we got back...there was another BIRTHDAY SURPRISE! Haha..He invited my closest friends over to his place and they were waiting for us to get back. There they were, all squished up in his room and waiting patiently for me to get back. So touched! Heh, cut some cake and got a few presents. Thankx to all of u. Love ya'll. Its surprising how my friends never met each other but manage to meet up wait together. There were my secondary school mates, John's buds as well as my magnum besties..AHHHH~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP2gzOUG5I/AAAAAAAAANs/Uk71WxItb4c/s1600-h/CIMG1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP2gzOUG5I/AAAAAAAAANs/Uk71WxItb4c/s200/CIMG1581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130715443871619986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP2kTOUG6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/WMNdO8qcLZE/s1600-h/CIMG1583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP2kTOUG6I/AAAAAAAAAN0/WMNdO8qcLZE/s200/CIMG1583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130715504001162146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP2mjOUG7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/lSouOpYOBRM/s1600-h/CIMG1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP2mjOUG7I/AAAAAAAAAN8/lSouOpYOBRM/s200/CIMG1584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130715542655867826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP2pDOUG8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Y-GGFumKCCk/s1600-h/CIMG1588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP2pDOUG8I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Y-GGFumKCCk/s200/CIMG1588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130715585605540802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP2qTOUG9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ot6s9jGQk_I/s1600-h/CIMG1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP2qTOUG9I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ot6s9jGQk_I/s200/CIMG1592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130715607080377298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP3MzOUG-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/w0hPGwv_uak/s1600-h/CIMG1587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP3MzOUG-I/AAAAAAAAAOU/w0hPGwv_uak/s200/CIMG1587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130716199785864162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahas, a few of them stayed over and wow..I prolly have repeated myself a thousand times but really..this is my best birthday ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few days were jus Baby and me. Going to school together,going home together, eating together, watching tv...I wish it could have gone on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP4JTOUHAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1EMG18JsW_Y/s1600-h/CIMG1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP4JTOUHAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1EMG18JsW_Y/s200/CIMG1603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130717239167949826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP4JzOUHBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Vu0h5djKc4g/s1600-h/CIMG1602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP4JzOUHBI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Vu0h5djKc4g/s200/CIMG1602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130717247757884434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP4LDOUHCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/4YJqrrT10QI/s1600-h/CIMG1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP4LDOUHCI/AAAAAAAAAO0/4YJqrrT10QI/s200/CIMG1601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130717269232720930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP4LzOUHDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/q7sgK4CoexI/s1600-h/CIMG1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzP4LzOUHDI/AAAAAAAAAO8/q7sgK4CoexI/s200/CIMG1598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130717282117622834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my moudly bread..Thanx for everything. and yes, ilu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPw6zOUG3I/AAAAAAAAANc/l2KI518PRxk/s1600-h/CIMG1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPw6zOUG3I/AAAAAAAAANc/l2KI518PRxk/s200/CIMG1572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130709293478452082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-1776347354788525116?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1776347354788525116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=1776347354788525116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1776347354788525116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1776347354788525116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/11/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RzPvAzOUGvI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4n4h2jCPch0/s72-c/CIMG1540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-4436754328507785774</id><published>2007-10-31T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:10:47.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uKDp__ac7V4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uKDp__ac7V4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is perfection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-4436754328507785774?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4436754328507785774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=4436754328507785774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4436754328507785774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4436754328507785774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-perfection.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-2009567883851234434</id><published>2007-10-31T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:06.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Made a trip down to the National Skin Centre for appointment today. found out I've got leprosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;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;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOI! haha..touch wood. Neways, Its for some sensitive skin issue. And also about this little piece of flesh on my finger, which by now most of my friends would know i call it my "second brain". Basically, today was a lot of wating. and waiting and waiting and waiting. The doc said she was gona hafta take my skin samples for lab test and they're gona have to dig a hole on my back. NOT JOKING. And they were gona use a razor to remove my beloved 2nd brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RyhaJwgqWnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UMpPXBmnzKo/s1600-h/CIMG1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RyhaJwgqWnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UMpPXBmnzKo/s320/CIMG1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127447299448527474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!!!! horror right? so in any case,after the surgery, u find that my blog post has loose its substance, please do feed back to 1800-re-tarts. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy was laughing away when the doctor told her that. And she wenta tell the doc that im afraid of pain. AND THEN THE DOCTOR SAID: "girl ah,dont worry. U so old already. No need scared"  -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My surgery would be on 13th Nov so please do remember to pray for me. In case they decided to make a few more holes on my back. AND DID I MENTION THAT IT WAS GONA LEAVE A SCAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uber sadness. but it'll prolly only be slightly bigger den this "o". Lets hope the stitching would not pose much of a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-2009567883851234434?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/2009567883851234434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=2009567883851234434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2009567883851234434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2009567883851234434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/10/made-trip-down-to-national-skin-centre.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RyhaJwgqWnI/AAAAAAAAAMM/UMpPXBmnzKo/s72-c/CIMG1537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-4119643689916777330</id><published>2007-10-26T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T13:25:23.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;BANNED COMMERCIALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bizJWtJ0xXo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bizJWtJ0xXo&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nb3mshCWmgA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nb3mshCWmgA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PRiYkwtBK34&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PRiYkwtBK34&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_25R-mjADE&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E_25R-mjADE&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u'll had a good laugh! hahahahahha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-4119643689916777330?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4119643689916777330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=4119643689916777330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4119643689916777330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4119643689916777330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/10/banned-commercials-hope-ull-had-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-6304784809776649532</id><published>2007-10-23T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:09.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>click--&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/href=%22http://www.dailymotion.com/blog/video/5264363?play=1&amp;amp;resize=1&amp;amp;key=n99uz0p1msv2oqi9tn3ic695cofqzi1y4s0w6pwb%22%3E%3C/a%3E"&gt; Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i feel those familiar emotions creeping back while watching the movie, i start to ponder again..could i have done something or anything about it? Or would i be able to do something about it if i didnt make the decision? i guess not. No longer a part of it,all i can do now is just stand by their side and silently wish them all the best. To offer that hug or smile as and when its needed. Keep holding on.&lt;br /&gt;To the coach: i'll always rmb that u once said, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if u guys can get thru this,nth else is more difficult..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more positive note, Yours Truly is going to take up something new. Well,not exactly new but something i've wish i cld have done since i was young. QUICK! ask me ask me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is drawing closer and closer and im no where looking anywhere close to Maggie Q. 8) help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a beautiful time last Friday @ vivo with my dearest girls. Went sushi tei and had the best Jap food. Was too busy eating to snap pictures of the food. But when our tummy were filled to the brim, CAMWHORING TIME! Hahas..here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3ZrcqOmtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1irHRN0VthI/s1600-h/CIMG1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3ZrcqOmtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1irHRN0VthI/s320/CIMG1490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124491291468405458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3ZsMqOmuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UEQUw-f-5bs/s1600-h/CIMG1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3ZsMqOmuI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/UEQUw-f-5bs/s320/CIMG1492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124491304353307362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3ZssqOmvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/eHjXTJhUU2g/s1600-h/CIMG1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3ZssqOmvI/AAAAAAAAAKE/eHjXTJhUU2g/s320/CIMG1495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124491312943241970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3Zs8qOmwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5pLWWHwBWcA/s1600-h/CIMG1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3Zs8qOmwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/5pLWWHwBWcA/s320/CIMG1496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124491317238209282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3ZtsqOmxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bc0DZx7LpWI/s1600-h/CIMG1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3ZtsqOmxI/AAAAAAAAAKU/bc0DZx7LpWI/s320/CIMG1497.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124491330123111186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3accqOmyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6LcG81WiiEk/s1600-h/CIMG1499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3accqOmyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6LcG81WiiEk/s320/CIMG1499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124492133281995554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3acsqOmzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Ig5JbaYT6nU/s1600-h/CIMG1506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3acsqOmzI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Ig5JbaYT6nU/s320/CIMG1506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124492137576962866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3adMqOm1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/IAgDNBid5hQ/s1600-h/CIMG1508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3adMqOm1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/IAgDNBid5hQ/s320/CIMG1508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124492146166897490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3ac8qOm0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/nhyLdoBDmlI/s1600-h/CIMG1507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3ac8qOm0I/AAAAAAAAAKs/nhyLdoBDmlI/s320/CIMG1507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124492141871930178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3adcqOm2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/lqnXliCzlOc/s1600-h/CIMG1509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3adcqOm2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/lqnXliCzlOc/s320/CIMG1509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124492150461864802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3bHsqOm3I/AAAAAAAAALE/b8Z3mWUIApE/s1600-h/CIMG1512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3bHsqOm3I/AAAAAAAAALE/b8Z3mWUIApE/s320/CIMG1512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124492876311337842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3bH8qOm4I/AAAAAAAAALM/aH0J6MKI_cQ/s1600-h/CIMG1514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3bH8qOm4I/AAAAAAAAALM/aH0J6MKI_cQ/s320/CIMG1514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124492880606305154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3bH8qOm5I/AAAAAAAAALU/bSFRPjxxReI/s1600-h/CIMG1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3bH8qOm5I/AAAAAAAAALU/bSFRPjxxReI/s320/CIMG1516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124492880606305170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3bIMqOm6I/AAAAAAAAALc/DW04SbKvIa0/s1600-h/CIMG1517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3bIMqOm6I/AAAAAAAAALc/DW04SbKvIa0/s320/CIMG1517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124492884901272482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3bIcqOm7I/AAAAAAAAALk/PoV5ocL6s74/s1600-h/CIMG1519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3bIcqOm7I/AAAAAAAAALk/PoV5ocL6s74/s320/CIMG1519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124492889196239794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3bscqOm8I/AAAAAAAAALs/ouYNtULZ8Cc/s1600-h/CIMG1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3bscqOm8I/AAAAAAAAALs/ouYNtULZ8Cc/s320/CIMG1520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124493507671530434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3bssqOm9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/KP0s6sSrEIw/s1600-h/CIMG1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3bssqOm9I/AAAAAAAAAL0/KP0s6sSrEIw/s320/CIMG1524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124493511966497746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3btsqOm-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/LABt60-O0Ww/s1600-h/CIMG1525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3btsqOm-I/AAAAAAAAAL8/LABt60-O0Ww/s320/CIMG1525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124493529146366946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3buMqOm_I/AAAAAAAAAME/sqrvUQNN21o/s1600-h/CIMG1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3buMqOm_I/AAAAAAAAAME/sqrvUQNN21o/s320/CIMG1526.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124493537736301554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You girls. Because of u,i've realise who are the ones who will stand by me when i need them. To the missing Naomi and Mandy. We didnt forget u. 8)&lt;a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-6304784809776649532?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/6304784809776649532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=6304784809776649532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6304784809776649532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6304784809776649532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/10/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rx3ZrcqOmtI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1irHRN0VthI/s72-c/CIMG1490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-2838878848023150126</id><published>2007-10-22T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:10.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My birthday is coming. My birthday wish is to look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RxypYcqOmsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jbrLmw7ACFo/s1600-h/xinsrc_492040311084795331501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RxypYcqOmsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jbrLmw7ACFo/s400/xinsrc_492040311084795331501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124156713516047042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make me look like this and I'll be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;lotsa thankx in advance. muahs muahs hug hug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-2838878848023150126?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/2838878848023150126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=2838878848023150126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2838878848023150126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2838878848023150126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-birthday-is-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RxypYcqOmsI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jbrLmw7ACFo/s72-c/xinsrc_492040311084795331501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-4247167099886336221</id><published>2007-10-16T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T19:16:54.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So its rainy bloody heavily. and it keeps raining and raining and raining. I should be sleeping but im chatting with my love at the other end of the world and i miss her. SUEN XIN HUI. Hahahahahhahahahaha...we're talking about her past love's girlfriends armpit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;supergirliris.                Irisistable says:&lt;br /&gt;i saw this girl that looks like her the other time i was working&lt;br /&gt;supergirliris.                Irisistable says:&lt;br /&gt;bt i asked her if she was a car model&lt;br /&gt;supergirliris.                Irisistable says:&lt;br /&gt;and she said no...hmmm&lt;br /&gt;naomi says:&lt;br /&gt;omg...wad were u planning to do?&lt;br /&gt;supergirliris.                Irisistable says:&lt;br /&gt;i was planning to ask her to show me her armpit&lt;br /&gt;naomi says:&lt;br /&gt;and tt brings me back to my first comment&lt;br /&gt;supergirliris.                Irisistable says:&lt;br /&gt;which one?&lt;br /&gt;naomi says:&lt;br /&gt;gross pig&lt;br /&gt;supergirliris.                Irisistable says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahahahahhahahahahahah&lt;br /&gt;supergirliris.                Irisistable says:&lt;br /&gt;love her armpitssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;naomi says:&lt;br /&gt;oh yea&lt;br /&gt;supergirliris.                Irisistable says:&lt;br /&gt;to the max&lt;br /&gt;supergirliris.                Irisistable says:&lt;br /&gt;i think u shld make urs like hers&lt;br /&gt;naomi says:&lt;br /&gt;smack u&lt;br /&gt;naomi says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well,she loves armpits. Right Naomi? I know u do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was tryna force myself to take a afternoon nap but i just couldnt fall aslp. Explains the panda eyes. So i got out of bed and looked in the mirror,hoping that 5 min of sleep would help with the eyes. And i was looking and looking...and looking and looking.....and looking and looking....and looking.....................................&lt;br /&gt;den i thought i looked quite hot with my messy hair. HAHA! SO i shouldnt brush my hair nemore before i step out of the house. Good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i looked somemore and looked and looked and looked......&lt;br /&gt;and behold! pouting my lips makes me look cuter!&lt;br /&gt;WAH LAUS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder Emilene said im falling in love with myself. TERROR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gym-ded today. I could feel the years of accumulated fat sipping out of my toes into my socks and into the shoes and out of the soles. JOKING. just a few days LARH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING SHOPPING TMRWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;IM GOING SHOPPING TMRWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;NINTENDO TIME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-4247167099886336221?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4247167099886336221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=4247167099886336221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4247167099886336221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4247167099886336221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-its-rainy-bloody-heavily.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-1663723170654707788</id><published>2007-10-15T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:53:43.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What get 10 times bigger when excited?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Whoever gets it right gets a cheapdonut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-1663723170654707788?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1663723170654707788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=1663723170654707788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1663723170654707788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1663723170654707788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-get-10-times-bigger-when-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-5340059533720523287</id><published>2007-10-15T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:10.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy birthday mummy. I love you. Sunday was a great day. Cousins came over and we had a great time just hanging around eating ice cream and talking rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RxNXrcqOmpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ImBnTONHV2Q/s1600-h/IMAGE_026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RxNXrcqOmpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ImBnTONHV2Q/s200/IMAGE_026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121533605189687954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RxNXrsqOmqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IWkXXfeOCMY/s1600-h/IMAGE_028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RxNXrsqOmqI/AAAAAAAAAJc/IWkXXfeOCMY/s200/IMAGE_028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121533609484655266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RxNYpsqOmrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iVPqbZCRklg/s1600-h/xxx.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RxNYpsqOmrI/AAAAAAAAAJk/iVPqbZCRklg/s200/xxx.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121534674636544690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for mummy's birthday dinner at srgn gardens club jumbo seafood restaurant. Food was puurrrfect. There were crabs,sashimi and XO prawns. heh. My dinner however was spoilt by some greedy people who just kept stuffing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of school was great too. Just a lil small upsetting incident. Had dinner with William and Baby at clementi. I dont know why but seems like whenever we do sit down and have a good chat, the 3 of us would talk about intellectual stuff *ahem* Went shopping after school and finally found the gold watch i was eyeing for like forever. Not the exact one but the newer version. Am glad i waited. Mummy bought it for me for my birthday present. Heh..Del and Jo got the original one i wanted. Now we three got gold watches. Wee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RxNVWcqOmoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OXSJSzwk0fQ/s1600-h/rrr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RxNVWcqOmoI/AAAAAAAAAJM/OXSJSzwk0fQ/s320/rrr.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121531045389179522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought a pair of sunglasses as well. Got it really cheap. Hahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres school again tml and tml and tml and tml. Not exactly fun and exciting but a new semester means a new beginning. Im gona work hard and do rweally well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know why things have become the way it is now. call fashion the culprit,call anything else the culprit. the one who stole our friendship. from the beginning,u were always the more beautiful. we all knew that. i never had much fashion sense and i wont deny very much of what ive learnt was from u and the other girls. we all do grow up at some point of time and learn about fashion. and well,u prolly grew up faster then me. its nobodys fault i slowly became more aware of what fashion is. at one point of time,everybody does get their fashion ideas from someone else. not just fashion,the style of speaking,the slang,the small little actions. its like saying the word "shit". Nobody taught us to say that. we learn it. be it from friends or siblings. now,is that copying as well. if u wear pink tshirts and green skinny jeans,is nobody suppose to follow? is there a need to get so uptight about the smallest detail? im sure there are certain things u picked up from me as well. i nvr got uptight about it cuz i believe that these are the things that brings us even closer. things that would allow others to know that we're friends. good friends. as for my sharp tongue,im sorry for the times ive hurt u with what i said,i apologize. i came to know u this way,and ive lived with it my life. its hard to change. i hope u will understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-5340059533720523287?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5340059533720523287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=5340059533720523287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5340059533720523287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5340059533720523287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-mummy.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RxNXrcqOmpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/ImBnTONHV2Q/s72-c/IMAGE_026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-597536173268183996</id><published>2007-10-11T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:11.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a wonderful time with baby today. Cleared some misunderstandings and we went shopping for some presents. Oh yea, got my nails done too. Really prewtty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my blog have been void of pictures lately cause the laziness kicked into me and its a lil hard to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;remove the SD card from the camera and then insert it into the drive and then take the pictures out and then remove the SD card again to put into the camera and  then put it back on my table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now,here are the pig-tures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw4z0MqOmgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y2k6QCK-9X4/s1600-h/CIMG1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw4z0MqOmgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y2k6QCK-9X4/s200/CIMG1019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120086798211389954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw4z0cqOmhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BwyX39A6ZAI/s1600-h/CIMG1215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw4z0cqOmhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/BwyX39A6ZAI/s200/CIMG1215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120086802506357266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw4z3cqOmiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TpvYcPJfAqY/s1600-h/CIMG1398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw4z3cqOmiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/TpvYcPJfAqY/s200/CIMG1398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120086854045964834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw4z6sqOmjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cv-by1LXyt4/s1600-h/CIMG1413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw4z6sqOmjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/cv-by1LXyt4/s200/CIMG1413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120086909880539698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw4z9MqOmkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UU4j0aElWz8/s1600-h/CIMG1415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw4z9MqOmkI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UU4j0aElWz8/s200/CIMG1415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120086952830212674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw41EsqOmlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JsToxCzBWvA/s1600-h/CIMG1429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw41EsqOmlI/AAAAAAAAAI0/JsToxCzBWvA/s200/CIMG1429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120088181190859346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw41GsqOmmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NjvNdg3XdkY/s1600-h/CIMG1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw41GsqOmmI/AAAAAAAAAI8/NjvNdg3XdkY/s200/CIMG1432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120088215550597730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw41LcqOmnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YOiB8aZb8rw/s1600-h/CIMG1434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw41LcqOmnI/AAAAAAAAAJE/YOiB8aZb8rw/s200/CIMG1434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120088297154976370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-597536173268183996?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/597536173268183996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=597536173268183996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/597536173268183996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/597536173268183996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/10/had-wonderful-time-with-baby-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rw4z0MqOmgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/y2k6QCK-9X4/s72-c/CIMG1019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-3216517961246506298</id><published>2007-10-10T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:12.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sadness brings about narcissism. So heres the product of sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RwzS1cqOmYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Tm2tKADyJGs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RwzS1cqOmYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Tm2tKADyJGs/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119698692081621378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See no sadness&lt;br /&gt;Hear no sadness&lt;br /&gt;Feel no sadness&lt;br /&gt;Say no sadness&lt;br /&gt;Want no sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,went for a last min movie with a long long long long friend. Haas,thankx for the meal Fee'. Caught Resident Evil Extinction with Fee today. Love the show. But the ending sucked big time. I guess theres another one coming out. Prolly calling it Resident Evil Resurrection or something. Who knows~ maybe im the director. Then i'll make loads of Alice and in the show, rename her Iris, and then SAVE THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;OKIE. Now we know why im not a director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RwzVfcqOmZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vhJN_RKKX5U/s1600-h/resident-evil-4-extinction-movie-trailer-2-22-07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RwzVfcqOmZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vhJN_RKKX5U/s320/resident-evil-4-extinction-movie-trailer-2-22-07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119701612659382674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-3216517961246506298?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3216517961246506298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=3216517961246506298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3216517961246506298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3216517961246506298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/10/sadness-brings-about-narcissism.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RwzS1cqOmYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Tm2tKADyJGs/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-4558848042850002978</id><published>2007-10-04T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:55:39.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DOES ANYONE EVER READ MY BLOG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lonestartimes.com/images/Benzion/angry_baby_head.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lonestartimes.com/images/Benzion/angry_baby_head.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-4558848042850002978?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4558848042850002978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=4558848042850002978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4558848042850002978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4558848042850002978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/10/does-anyone-ever-read-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-4714656188937050568</id><published>2007-10-01T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:12.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Randy Travis. A God-sent singer with a beautiful voice. Listening to his songs hit a raw nerve in me. Theres a special something about him thats different from all other singers. Call me sentimental but it was as if he could bring out how those in love (and out of love) feel, just in those few lines in his songs. And hes actually quite cute :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, im at home on a monday afternoon..wasting my time away and dreaming about fairy tale love stories and listening to cheesy love songs. A perfect way to spend an afternoon all by yourself. My life has been rather stagnant this holiday. But i must say that i've put it to good use. Well,at least i've earned some cash(and spent them away), got my driving Basic theory done(well,almost), and best part is..i've managed to keep myself going to gym thanks to motivation from baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about all for the time being. Check these few all time favorites by Randy Travis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uzz-jG53dZc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uzz-jG53dZc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kUJWJCoeriU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kUJWJCoeriU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=7XvFiQbUNY8"&gt;Three Wooden Crosses&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A powerful voice. A magnificent creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RwCGXMqOmXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6_rdq0bXQkk/s1600-h/nUCmrT49UP4k.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RwCGXMqOmXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6_rdq0bXQkk/s320/nUCmrT49UP4k.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116236909786339698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-4714656188937050568?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4714656188937050568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=4714656188937050568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4714656188937050568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4714656188937050568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/10/randy-travis.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RwCGXMqOmXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6_rdq0bXQkk/s72-c/nUCmrT49UP4k.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-2083955528493031317</id><published>2007-09-17T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:12.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. so i admit. i do feel a twinge of regret for leaving the team but i guess it all about choices and compromising. u can choose to stay on living your passion and being burnt out mentally and physically &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; u can choose to put that passion down at this point of your life and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; relive the passion at a later time of your life in a different way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways,my apologies for not updating DE blog sooner but yours truly has been pretty caught up with her nintendo. (i still am) But time to time i do spend time with Baby and my cousins, of whom has made me spend quite a bit of money and burnt a hole in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Ru6TLgs3N8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ta-nqnAQlDs/s1600-h/DSC00915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Ru6TLgs3N8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ta-nqnAQlDs/s200/DSC00915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111184453078038466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught "No reservations" today in GV vivo with John. It was a very heartwarming show. Im not about to start grading the show for im not some editor and somewhat. But it did bring about a rush of emotions (as well as tears). There were a lot of pretty deserts but i guess none of them could beat the beautiful Catherine Zeta-Jones and the drop dead gorgeous Aaron Eckhart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Ru6SwQs3N7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/viuEqtwzhD4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Ru6SwQs3N7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/viuEqtwzhD4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111183984926603186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,John says that i have to mention about him. So yes Hon,I did have a very wonderful one-sided debate with u in the kopitiam today and although i walked off a little infuriated,i still must say u look extremely adorable when you are trying to get a point across the table and into my ears. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Magnies, esp to the seniors whom i know wishes to get into the nat team badly....JIA YOU! haha..i miss ya'll!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-2083955528493031317?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/2083955528493031317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=2083955528493031317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2083955528493031317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2083955528493031317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/09/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Ru6TLgs3N8I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ta-nqnAQlDs/s72-c/DSC00915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-6845219507010146686</id><published>2007-08-29T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The proud owner of a new nintendo DS lite wishes to thank her dearest Daddy for the kind contribution to her new "I-will-try-my-uber-best-to-take-care-of-them" list. Mummy included even thou she didnt directly make contributions to the nintendo.&lt;br /&gt;And of course not to mention her Baby and his friend for accompanying me throughout the long (prolly mind-torturing) trip/ walk around Sim Lim. Love U lots Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RtVq7YL8XLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/05yTRo_Ldik/s1600-h/CIMG1317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RtVq7YL8XLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/05yTRo_Ldik/s200/CIMG1317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104103321031695538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RtVq8YL8XMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vs4E2d59jRQ/s1600-h/CIMG1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RtVq8YL8XMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/vs4E2d59jRQ/s200/CIMG1322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104103338211564738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now now, i know my daddy looks extremely hun-some and my mum uberly prewtty. Don't you all agree? Hahas,oh well..explains how they have this hun-somely prewtty daughter. On this note, do i look like a splitting image of either? My aunts used to say i look like a replica of my dad but somehow as i grow older, i look more like my mum.&lt;br /&gt;Thats quite a good thing u see. Cause my dad &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPENS &lt;/span&gt;to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GUY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,i forgot to thank Lex in advance for the nintendo battery that he promised me as well. RIGHT? i mean everyone saw what you wrote on the tagboard so don't try and chicken out of it. Hehs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gona play with my nintendo now and prolly wont be updating this lousy blog fer a period of time. If u miss me, tag me. Once there are more then 10 different people tagging, I would CONSIDER updating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, i'll be nintendo-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TATas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-6845219507010146686?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/6845219507010146686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=6845219507010146686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6845219507010146686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6845219507010146686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/08/proud-owner-of-new-nintendo-ds-lite.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RtVq7YL8XLI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/05yTRo_Ldik/s72-c/CIMG1317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-3201771401984965449</id><published>2007-08-20T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:05:51.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>would any kind soul buy me a nintendo DS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-3201771401984965449?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3201771401984965449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=3201771401984965449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3201771401984965449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3201771401984965449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/08/would-any-kind-soul-buy-me-nintendo-ds.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-1865193740987742024</id><published>2007-08-20T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:13.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IM BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got caught up in the exams "whirlwind". Had 5 papers in the past 2 weeks and proud to say, im still alive. (much to some disappointment) There just one core module to go and  i have absolutely no idea about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yep,im suppose to be mugging right now. But im so utterly irritated. Theres some construction going on..imagine this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;...brrrr....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;detailed analysis of capital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;...brrrrrrrrrrrr.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;intensive modification&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;...brrrr......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Focuses on potential capital intensiv&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;....brrrr.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;projects identified&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;...brrrrr.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;during level 2, More detailed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...brrrrr...&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;field data gathering"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;smash. whack. bang. boush. ping. piang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeps. Thats how annoying the whole damn construction drilling is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the pass two weeks i realise:&lt;br /&gt;1)exams makes people fat&lt;br /&gt;2)pubic hairs are called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Androgenic_hair"&gt;androgenic hair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)my older brother, although not cute (at all) looks the cutest among his platoon      mates.&lt;br /&gt;4)never &lt;a href="http://www.playfirst.com/game/dinerdash"&gt;download&lt;/a&gt; diner dash. Cause it gets you hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE ATTENTION NOTE ATTENTION!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOHN BENEDICT TAY WEI REN'S BIRTHDAY IS ON 23rd AUG!!!&lt;br /&gt;SPAM HIM.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should upload some pictures and pray that by the end of this blog entry, the construction stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RskHQIL8XGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vXqY_hQhxr0/s1600-h/IMAGE_012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RskHQIL8XGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vXqY_hQhxr0/s200/IMAGE_012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100616026630675554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RskHQYL8XHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xNeYhMNoaMo/s1600-h/IMAGE_013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RskHQYL8XHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xNeYhMNoaMo/s200/IMAGE_013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100616030925642866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RskHRYL8XII/AAAAAAAAAF4/W9qRtJQQLKE/s1600-h/IMAGE_017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RskHRYL8XII/AAAAAAAAAF4/W9qRtJQQLKE/s200/IMAGE_017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100616048105512066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RskHRYL8XJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/g7FMg4c8RN8/s1600-h/IMAGE_011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RskHRYL8XJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/g7FMg4c8RN8/s200/IMAGE_011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100616048105512082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasional indulgence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RskHR4L8XKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ft-y67yGHW8/s1600-h/IMAGE_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RskHR4L8XKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ft-y67yGHW8/s200/IMAGE_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100616056695446690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rainy rainy days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and no. the construction havent stop. 8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-1865193740987742024?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1865193740987742024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=1865193740987742024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1865193740987742024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1865193740987742024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-back-got-caught-up-in-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RskHQIL8XGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/vXqY_hQhxr0/s72-c/IMAGE_012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-27952516036276532</id><published>2007-08-11T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T23:20:10.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was listening to the radio on the car and they were playing "Iris" by googoo doll. Its a beautiful song but it seems like there isn't any "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iris&lt;/span&gt;" in it. See, i came up with a conclusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One day, some hot songwriter out there was writing his most inspiring piece when he fell asleep. In his dream, a fairy came and told him that someday, a gorgeous girl (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thats me thats me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;) would be born into the world. Her name would of course be none other that Iris. He was told to name that piece of song which would be in the top charts "Iris". Thus...the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u're laughing your ass off at this very moment, haha, u're RETARDED. But seriously, Iris is really a great song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsK90GWBVLY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SsK90GWBVLY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I’d give up forever to touch you&lt;br /&gt;’cause I know that you feel me somehow&lt;br /&gt;You’re the closest to heaven that i’ll&lt;br /&gt;Ever be&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t want to go home right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life&lt;br /&gt;’cause sooner or later it’s over&lt;br /&gt;I just don’t want to miss you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;’cause I don’t think that they’d&lt;br /&gt;Understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything’s made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t&lt;br /&gt;Coming&lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;’cause I don’t think that they’d&lt;br /&gt;Understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything’s made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;’cause I don’t think that they’d&lt;br /&gt;Understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything’s made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;’cause I don’t think that they’d&lt;br /&gt;Understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything’s made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-27952516036276532?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/27952516036276532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=27952516036276532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/27952516036276532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/27952516036276532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/08/was-listening-to-radio-on-car-and-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-8421238268276098020</id><published>2007-08-09T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:15:26.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HATE MY FYP LECTURER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-8421238268276098020?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/8421238268276098020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=8421238268276098020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8421238268276098020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8421238268276098020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-hate-my-fyp-lecturer-period.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-5002537446059624920</id><published>2007-08-02T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:13.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its bad how i feel like i've done a lot of work today but in fact i haven't done much? I couldnt study just now and i've got like 3 papers next week. Im so screwed. But frankly speaking, even if i were to look at the book for the next few hours, nothing would have gone in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to expose a lil bit of my vain yet creative side and present this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RrHtkUZU5MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9kB090IpIAE/s1600-h/me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RrHtkUZU5MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9kB090IpIAE/s320/me.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094113861738751170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caption : i lerv me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl is booooorrrrrrrr-ed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-5002537446059624920?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5002537446059624920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=5002537446059624920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5002537446059624920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5002537446059624920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-bad-how-i-feel-like-ive-done-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RrHtkUZU5MI/AAAAAAAAAFg/9kB090IpIAE/s72-c/me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-9048587063159118195</id><published>2007-07-31T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:14.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My couz came over to my place again on sunday. It jus seems impossible to ever get sick of them. We made a trip down to central for window shopping and had the oh-so-sinful fried mars bar at chippy's. Had the HUGE cheese sausage as well. Food always taste better with the right company. Hopped over to cityhall cause we weren't very much interested in the place, plus the layout of the mall was way too complicated.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have my camera with me now but i did upload a few pictures taken at the restaurant on the same night. It was grandmama's birthday. Feast yer eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rq7zv0ZU5EI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LVpBzSlDUi0/s1600-h/CIMG1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093276231446881346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rq7zv0ZU5EI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LVpBzSlDUi0/s200/CIMG1322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rq7zwkZU5FI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6t_pk_X-AJg/s1600-h/CIMG1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093276244331783250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rq7zwkZU5FI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6t_pk_X-AJg/s200/CIMG1323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rq7zzEZU5II/AAAAAAAAAFA/W0ocLBLWAyM/s1600-h/CIMG1335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093276287281456258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rq7zzEZU5II/AAAAAAAAAFA/W0ocLBLWAyM/s200/CIMG1335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rq7zxUZU5GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZaMXofXeZLg/s1600-h/CIMG1327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093276257216685154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rq7zxUZU5GI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ZaMXofXeZLg/s200/CIMG1327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rq7zx0ZU5HI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nd6d6G-usys/s1600-h/CIMG1329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093276265806619762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rq7zx0ZU5HI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nd6d6G-usys/s200/CIMG1329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh..did i mention i manage to clinch a GOLD for my NAPFA? hahahahahahhas, the first time i manage to pass my NAPFA i got a Gold. Im so proud of myself. Well, I've got them to thank,i guess. Oh well, i should reward myself by going on a chocolate buffet. NOT. hahahahahaha, still, im exhilarated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rq71kUZU5KI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PYHsNWlIom8/s1600-h/desktop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093278232901641378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rq71kUZU5KI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/PYHsNWlIom8/s400/desktop.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes. My name is Tan Kiap Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirls smiling...8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-9048587063159118195?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/9048587063159118195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=9048587063159118195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/9048587063159118195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/9048587063159118195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-couz-came-over-to-my-place-again-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rq7zv0ZU5EI/AAAAAAAAAEg/LVpBzSlDUi0/s72-c/CIMG1322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-2594675732905150954</id><published>2007-07-29T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:14.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqwIXEZU5DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ja39WKZE23k/s1600-h/simpons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqwIXEZU5DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ja39WKZE23k/s200/simpons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092454471059170354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my next of kin refused to look at my camera when i told them too. hahas,joking. Wenta catch the movie with sweets and his secondary school friends. It was awefully good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl cant stand it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-2594675732905150954?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/2594675732905150954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=2594675732905150954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2594675732905150954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/2594675732905150954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-next-of-kin-refused-to-look-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqwIXEZU5DI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Ja39WKZE23k/s72-c/simpons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-9027637775467332304</id><published>2007-07-28T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:15.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my chocolate without the calories and the cavities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rqski0ZU4-I/AAAAAAAAADw/nIqBRQDrYzE/s1600-h/CIMG1105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rqski0ZU4-I/AAAAAAAAADw/nIqBRQDrYzE/s200/CIMG1105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092203984271500258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rqski0ZU4_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/vodKQOrja00/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rqski0ZU4_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/vodKQOrja00/s200/DSC00046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092203984271500274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqskjEZU5AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_c4pezN6ldE/s1600-h/DSC00051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 110px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqskjEZU5AI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_c4pezN6ldE/s200/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092203988566467586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqskjEZU5BI/AAAAAAAAAEI/T-nVqwXtTYQ/s1600-h/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 108px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqskjEZU5BI/AAAAAAAAAEI/T-nVqwXtTYQ/s200/DSC00113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092203988566467602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqskjUZU5CI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ILnqHfi8H1I/s1600-h/John.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqskjUZU5CI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ILnqHfi8H1I/s200/John.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092203992861434914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-9027637775467332304?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/9027637775467332304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=9027637775467332304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/9027637775467332304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/9027637775467332304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-my-chocolate-without-calories.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rqski0ZU4-I/AAAAAAAAADw/nIqBRQDrYzE/s72-c/CIMG1105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-3169712708491577215</id><published>2007-07-24T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T10:44:49.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;post deleted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MK says:&lt;br /&gt;ok  since it isnt ur fault.. why dont u post the ' mervin wnts his pictures back' in ur blog?&lt;br /&gt;Mervin wants his picture back thats why he is texting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is done for the courtesy of a friend. 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-3169712708491577215?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3169712708491577215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=3169712708491577215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3169712708491577215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3169712708491577215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-cant-comprehend-why-some-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-6002171987437175242</id><published>2007-07-21T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:43:01.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Missy here is craving fer bakerzin's mushroom and steak sandwich  and the cute lil' pastries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let not miss out the chewy and sticky brownie with strawberry cheesecake ice cream at Bens and Jerry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-*drools&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-6002171987437175242?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/6002171987437175242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=6002171987437175242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6002171987437175242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6002171987437175242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/07/missy-here-is-craving-fer-bakerzins.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-5605181868185355611</id><published>2007-07-20T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:16.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, Yours Truly has the sudden urge to blog about my sunshines in school. They've been with me throughout the 3 years of my poly life and i must admit that although they do piss me off real bad sometimes, at the end of the day, they're the ones that tolerate my i-feel-cranky-cause-i-just-feel-cranky times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with Joanna Koh. A.K.A my Brat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqDWghOq-RI/AAAAAAAAADY/tb75JvxLrlw/s1600-h/CIMG1212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqDWghOq-RI/AAAAAAAAADY/tb75JvxLrlw/s200/CIMG1212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089303433092725010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;shes bored in class)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is tall and pretty and easily one of the loveliest in the group. With her pet phrases like "shy la" and "im a bimbo la, how?" You'll know that she gets bullied easily. HAHA. Not by me thou. She can skip classes to meet her boyfriend all the time yet at the end of the semester do well. Maybe shes not so much of a bimbo. Her mood swings are horrendous but along with the mood swing comes this pout we all learned to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;Her best physical trait: Those painfully beautiful long sleek and elegant legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next comes Dalliah Bte Ahmat. A.K.A Del&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqDWfROq-PI/AAAAAAAAADI/ELLkVStmiag/s1600-h/CIMG1208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqDWfROq-PI/AAAAAAAAADI/ELLkVStmiag/s200/CIMG1208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089303411617888498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(couldn't get a picture of her eyes closed thou she slps in class all the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOUD. Thats the perfect word to describe her. You'll never miss her out in class because she makes so much noise. When shes angry, her hands shakes uncontrollably. Shes got one hell ah sharp tongue, one you wouldn't want to mess around with. With her "HI Madm/Sir!" , its hard for lecturers to not fall in love with her. Gifted with   a flair for speech, she is able to present projects without blinking an eye.&lt;br /&gt;Her best physical trait: Those hot burning sexy pair of ass cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but definately not least Violet Ng Qian Yu A.K.A Vio-lette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqDWgBOq-QI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bRf_jnQhEDQ/s1600-h/CIMG0762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqDWgBOq-QI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bRf_jnQhEDQ/s200/CIMG0762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089303424502790402" 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;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;(she was throwing her usual tantrums)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever be intimidated by her appearance. She can be a real happy fruit esp when either one of us are feeling down. As strong as she might look, she is in fact really "blur". Trust her with your secrets cause shes safer than the swiss bank. Shes a sucker for heels and bags. Get her one of each, she'll probably follow you home. Shes got this bubbly and contagious laughter that would set all of us laughing..even during class.&lt;br /&gt;Her best physical trait: Those captivating and forever nice smelling hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;One big happy family&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqDWgxOq-SI/AAAAAAAAADg/0LlAaTm8AfU/s1600-h/P1040241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqDWgxOq-SI/AAAAAAAAADg/0LlAaTm8AfU/s200/P1040241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089303437387692322" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is my baby. He was ultimately sweet today. Went to parkmall with me to get some pictures for my project. Haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqDYYROq-TI/AAAAAAAAADo/cbkpIyDrr0M/s1600-h/CIMG1248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqDYYROq-TI/AAAAAAAAADo/cbkpIyDrr0M/s320/CIMG1248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089305490382059826" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl has projects up to her neck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-5605181868185355611?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5605181868185355611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=5605181868185355611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5605181868185355611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5605181868185355611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-yours-truly-has-sudden-urge-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RqDWghOq-RI/AAAAAAAAADY/tb75JvxLrlw/s72-c/CIMG1212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-8296168151288385076</id><published>2007-07-18T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:17.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BF's mum baked me cake! Haha..it rawks. My mum said it was good too. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rp4HJhOq-KI/AAAAAAAAACg/gNeF5bzcTFc/s1600-h/CIMG1206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rp4HJhOq-KI/AAAAAAAAACg/gNeF5bzcTFc/s320/CIMG1206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088512489095362722" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, right now i should really be doing my projects cause the lecturers have been drilling us with how the exams are coming. But the lazy and procrastinating me just dont feel like doing my work. I've got my book all spread out properly next to me but...I just dont know which to start with first. So im gona blog first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read my past entries(i know, im THAT bored), i realized that i havent been fully utilizing my camera. Im gona start bringing my cameras around and snap pictures of my sunshines and im gona litter them all over my blog. DEAL?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, let me post some past pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rp4JJROq-LI/AAAAAAAAACo/9OkbVxxaqxQ/s1600-h/CIMG0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rp4JJROq-LI/AAAAAAAAACo/9OkbVxxaqxQ/s200/CIMG0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088514683823650994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rp4JJROq-MI/AAAAAAAAACw/VeGhpaW7moI/s1600-h/CIMG0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rp4JJROq-MI/AAAAAAAAACw/VeGhpaW7moI/s200/CIMG0504.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088514683823651010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rp4JJhOq-NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GiH_VEjavUg/s1600-h/CIMG0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rp4JJhOq-NI/AAAAAAAAAC4/GiH_VEjavUg/s200/CIMG0544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088514688118618322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rp4JJxOq-OI/AAAAAAAAADA/qSd8L0ZnaSU/s1600-h/CIMG1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rp4JJxOq-OI/AAAAAAAAADA/qSd8L0ZnaSU/s200/CIMG1110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088514692413585634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gona try to finish up my Retail Management powerpoint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-8296168151288385076?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/8296168151288385076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=8296168151288385076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8296168151288385076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/8296168151288385076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/07/bfs-mum-baked-me-cake-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rp4HJhOq-KI/AAAAAAAAACg/gNeF5bzcTFc/s72-c/CIMG1206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-7475589549050248364</id><published>2007-07-17T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:25:47.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>F.Y.I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I customized this skin myself. heh heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lame midnight joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ques:&lt;/span&gt; What did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZERO&lt;/span&gt; say to 8?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ans&lt;/span&gt;: Nice belt..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-7475589549050248364?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7475589549050248364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=7475589549050248364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7475589549050248364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7475589549050248364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/07/f.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-1453031773508313964</id><published>2007-07-16T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:13:54.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NEW BLOG SKIN.&lt;br /&gt;I got sick and tired of finding a "skin" that i like.&lt;br /&gt;haha..thus......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA-DA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to fill up my purse pretty soon cause a cash-less girl is a unhappy girl. Not to mention that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;bf&lt;/span&gt; has to be disappointed once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-1453031773508313964?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1453031773508313964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=1453031773508313964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1453031773508313964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1453031773508313964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-blog-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-3314388388102022913</id><published>2007-07-13T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T22:50:28.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hit the gym today. haha..Did some biceps and shoulders and a lil situps. Pretty exhausted after awhile...hahas,im losing my stamina. What a time to lose my stamina when like NAFA is just a few days away. Im praying with all my might i wont fail my 2.4 AGAIN. I sorta miss Liyana and Suesue. Can we go out soon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went fer movie yesterday with sweets. HAIRY POTTER. &lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/admin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joking. Harry potter was darn good. At least to me. Hes getting cuter and cuter right? heh. John said it was quite bad casue they cut out quite a bit of the fighting part. Well,hes got high taste. Look at me, im one fine example. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tues went out with Qing Ai De, Tian Yin, Alan &amp;amp; John. Tian Yin is flying off tmrw to Melbourne to study. Please do send her off if u'll are free alrights? She wont be back fer a long long long time. Neways, Qing Ai De and I went to the army market for Belgium Choc waffles. ROCKS MY SOCKS MAN. ahhas. Aft that we wenta Haji Lane. Gorgeous stuffs there! If only i had a sponsored bank account, i would buy everything there. Camwhored a bit. Post up pictures real soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl cares bout u all no more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-3314388388102022913?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3314388388102022913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=3314388388102022913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3314388388102022913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3314388388102022913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/07/hit-gym-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-7647483681912048426</id><published>2007-07-07T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T19:13:24.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HILARIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Condoms Come in Boxes of 3, 6, or 12. A man walks into a chemist with his 8-year old son. They happen to walk by the condom display, and the boy asks, "What are these, Dad?" &lt;br /&gt;To which the man matter-of-factly replies, "Those are called condoms, son.... Men use them to have safe sex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I see," replied the boy. "Yes, I've heard of that in health class at school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks over the display and picks up a package of 3 and asks,&lt;br /&gt;"Why are there 3 in this package."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dad replies, "Those are for high school boys. ONE for Friday, ONE for Saturday, and ONE for Sunday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool!" says the boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He notices a 6 pack and asks, "Then who are these for?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those are for college men." the dad answers, TWO for Friday, TWO for Saturday, and TWO for Sunday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WOW!" exclaimed the boy, "then who uses THESE?" he asks, picking up a 12 pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With a sigh, the dad replied, &lt;br /&gt;"Those are for married men. One for January, one for February, one for March.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-7647483681912048426?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7647483681912048426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=7647483681912048426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7647483681912048426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7647483681912048426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/07/hilarious-why-condoms-come-in-boxes-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-1564134261346574761</id><published>2007-07-05T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T10:31:02.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Count me out of the game dudes. I've got the guts to step out of the gameshow. No more people breathing down my neck about me going home late or not doing my best. I've got the GUTS.&lt;br /&gt;I already feel better. Even when its just a few days away. Thou i must admit that i do miss my friends,but its about being happy yerself right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even have the time to BLOG! hahah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl feels like she can fly all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-1564134261346574761?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1564134261346574761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=1564134261346574761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1564134261346574761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1564134261346574761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/07/count-me-out-of-game-dudes.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-4290670641622571626</id><published>2007-06-24T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T12:08:48.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here im,sitting on one side of the fence looking over at the opp side of the fence. Wishing i was there. but then again, there are other on the other side of the fence, wishing they were on my side. Like they say, the grass is always greener on the other side. &lt;br /&gt;I guess right now, many wishes to be outta the game, its who has the guts to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-4290670641622571626?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4290670641622571626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=4290670641622571626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4290670641622571626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4290670641622571626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-imsitting-on-one-side-of-fence.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-4006190458428597579</id><published>2007-06-19T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T01:44:17.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've nvr felt more left out that this. And i thought it was an experience kinda thing. Itz so tiring to smile all the time. Itz like posing for a camera that'll never click. &lt;br /&gt;yea..waiting and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl feels unjustified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-4006190458428597579?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4006190458428597579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=4006190458428597579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4006190458428597579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4006190458428597579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-nvr-felt-more-left-out-that-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-379174261065761661</id><published>2007-06-17T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:17.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My new baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RnTlM-NPQ_I/AAAAAAAAACY/EqrtrwaEjsA/s1600-h/baby.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RnTlM-NPQ_I/AAAAAAAAACY/EqrtrwaEjsA/s320/baby.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076934690973107186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it yesterday. You could say it was love at first sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl is in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-379174261065761661?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/379174261065761661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=379174261065761661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/379174261065761661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/379174261065761661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-new-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/RnTlM-NPQ_I/AAAAAAAAACY/EqrtrwaEjsA/s72-c/baby.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-7889704028778148559</id><published>2007-05-21T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T18:49:26.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yours Truly is down with illness again.&lt;br /&gt;Itz back to lao sai-ing and headache and nausea.&lt;br /&gt;To hell with medicines. The thought of popping medicine into my mouth makes me feel like...ughh.&lt;br /&gt;This time round the doc was nice enough to inject me. I mean at the end of it all, i did feel quite a whole lot better, but im still sick. BOOHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being stuck at home did give me quite a bit of time to do dumb quizzes. Of which i found one extremely true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You are longing for a little love and tenderness. At present you are feeling very sensitive and need a sympathetic shoulder to lean on. You don't need any further stresses, strains or arguments so take a deep breath and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which ever way you turn you feel that you are being utterly thwarted. There is considerable conflict in the air but you will stick to your beliefs and not be deterred in endeavouring to attain your objectives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the old old story - I am misunderstood - my partner (be it in your private life or in business) just doesn't understand me and YOU also believe at this time that you are being completely MISUNDERSTOOD by one and all. It then obviously follows that you naturally feel inhibited and not appreciated. It is perhaps because of this belief that you feel compelled to stand back and let the rest of the world go by. As for developing a firm relationship - inwardly deep down in your subconscious mind you are wary of even trying to get close to another person because you feel that if you open up your heart and feelings you are sure to get hurt. Since you are living in a society where close relationships are the norm, you feel that there is that need to conform, but any close relationships of any magnitude that you may have tried in the past have unfortunately left you without any sense of emotional involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretending that the situation around you doesn't matter, but the effort of trying to conceal your emotions and anxieties is resulting in untold stress. The existing situation is disagreeable. You feel unwanted and lonely and you would really like to associate with someone whose ideals are as high as your own. You want to be above the standard of mediocrity and this need to be needed and that need to need has almost become an obsession. You are trying to magnify the need into a compelling urge. You would really like to tell the world how great you are but no, you are holding back because you feel that your peers may treat you with contempt. This is a great pity because you have in fact a unique quality of character, but the continual restraint that you impose on yourself makes you suppress this need for others and you pretend you don't really care. You treat those who criticise you with contempt. However, to be honest, beneath this assumption of indifference you really long for the approval and esteem of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are greatly impressed by individuality and have interest in people who have outstanding qualities. You try to imitate those people that you admire and their characteristics, hoping that you will be able to display similar qualities in your own personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supergirl is down again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-7889704028778148559?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7889704028778148559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=7889704028778148559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7889704028778148559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7889704028778148559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/05/yours-truly-is-down-with-illness-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-5455900804942221064</id><published>2007-05-18T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:17.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im dead envious of girls who enjoy regular girl night outs with their BFFs. Its been missing in my life ever since i've stepped into this horrible cell others call "POLYTECHNIC". I use to be so thankful because everywhere i go, im always able to click with someone some group. Stepping into this horrid place just changed everything. It took me a long 2 years plus to realise that i never really enjoyed what i've been thru.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately dis hearted. I should be a social bunny going on glamourous parties and drinking horrible cocktails with beautiful name..but here im, doing what im doing.&lt;br /&gt;Wheres the PJ party, with beautiful PJs and drunk girls talking rubbish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rk00tU8r3YI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ei-s08LbiEA/s1600-h/pj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rk00tU8r3YI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ei-s08LbiEA/s320/pj.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065763109183675778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do u ever feel like breaking down, Do you ever feel out of place. like somehow u just dont belong and no one understands you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Supergirl feels horrible and uber lonely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-5455900804942221064?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5455900804942221064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=5455900804942221064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5455900804942221064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5455900804942221064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/05/im-dead-envious-of-girls-who-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/Rk00tU8r3YI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ei-s08LbiEA/s72-c/pj.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-7160221452962749384</id><published>2007-05-17T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:12:46.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever felt like no one cares and no one bothers nemore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl feels lonely&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-7160221452962749384?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7160221452962749384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=7160221452962749384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7160221452962749384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7160221452962749384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/05/ever-felt-like-no-one-cares-and-no-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-4678583090369427345</id><published>2007-05-10T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:16:46.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should stop splurging.&lt;br /&gt;The last I remembered, i earned myself quite a bit of money from the 2 months attachment. And then i keep spending thinking that i've still got a lot in my bank. Then one day im gonna check my bank statement and realise "OMG, I've got like 2 dollars left!" (ok, prob still far from that, but....) My point being, they should invent something like shop-traceptive (contraceptive..ring a bell?). Something that would stop you from shopping. Pop a pill daily and it'll prevent you from shopping, at least unnecessarily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl is feeling broke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-4678583090369427345?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4678583090369427345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=4678583090369427345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4678583090369427345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4678583090369427345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-should-stop-splurging.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-6874060909288834430</id><published>2007-05-08T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:30:46.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yours truly is down with gastric flu.&lt;br /&gt;It means lao saing and puking at the same time. Picture that. eeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part is, i got to take gross medication, not to mention that it taste horrible, makes me drowsy and i have to complete the whole frigging course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, i have to go on soft food diet for the next 3 days. Hail to porridge.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supergirl feels shitty. Literally&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-6874060909288834430?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/6874060909288834430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=6874060909288834430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6874060909288834430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/6874060909288834430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/05/yours-truly-is-down-with-gastric-flu.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-5422622158821527684</id><published>2007-05-05T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:18:40.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 REASONS WHY YOU NEVER WANA HAVE AN OLDER BROTHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He MIGHT happen to be gross and smelly and has a foul breath and has ugly skin and ugly complexion. Thou there might be a chance your brother would look very much like an ORGE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He MIGHT think that he knows all just because he is born like (365 x 24 x 60) secs earlier then you are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He MIGHT have a very fake english accent which he thinks is ultimate style.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He hogs the frigging desktop and doesn't let you play intellectual games like "THE SIMS" &lt;the&gt; all cause he wants to play uber kiddy games like "MAPLE STORY" &lt;maple&gt;&lt;/maple&gt;&lt;/the&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He makes cold jokes and when you dont laugh, says that you're dumb. zzzz...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He makes the lammest comment like.."eh, why the car in front stop ar?" CAUSE ITZ FRIGGING RED LIGHT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He laughs to himself, loudly, when he is chatting online.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He talks to himself, loudly, when he is playing game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He gives lousy advice and when you do the wrong thing, blame you for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hes hairy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I mean of course the list could go on. But then again, i realised that not all older brothers are like that. There are a few gentlemanly ones that  still exist in this world. Like say, I could be with one in the very near future. Then again, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top this entry and put it to a good harmless end,&lt;br /&gt;I shall put in a good word for all brothers in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROTHERS DONT GO SHOPPING AND YOUR PARENTS CAN SPEND ALL SHOPPING TIME/MONEY ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;Supergirl is uber tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-5422622158821527684?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5422622158821527684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=5422622158821527684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5422622158821527684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5422622158821527684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-reasons-why-you-never-wana-have_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-1330128032569840566</id><published>2007-05-05T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T23:16:39.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 REASONS WHY YOU NEVER WANA HAVE AN OLDER BROTHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;He MIGHT happen to be gross and smelly and has a foul breath and has ugly skin and ugly complexion. Thou there might be a chance your brother would look very much like an ORGE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He MIGHT think that he knows all just because he is born like (365 x 24 x 60) secs earlier then you are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He MIGHT have a very fake english accent which he thinks is ultimate style.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He hogs the frigging desktop and doesn't let you play intellectual games like &lt;the&gt; all cause he wants to play uber kiddy games like &lt;maple&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He makes cold jokes and when you dont laugh, says that you're dumb. zzzz...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He makes the lammest comment like.."eh, why the car in front stop ar?" CAUSE ITZ FRIGGING RED LIGHT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He laughs to himself, loudly, when he is chatting online.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He talks to himself, loudly, when he is playing game.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He gives lousy advice and when you do the wrong thing, blame you for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hes hairy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I mean of course the list could go on. But then again, i realised that not all older brothers are like that. There are a few gentlemanly ones that  still exist in this world. Like say, I could be with one in the very near future. Then again, who know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To top this entry and put it to a good harmless end,&lt;br /&gt;I shall put in a good word for all brothers in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROTHERS DONT GO SHOPPING AND YOUR PARENTS CAN SPEND ALL SHOPPING TIME/MONEY ON YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;Supergirl is uber tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-1330128032569840566?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/1330128032569840566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=1330128032569840566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1330128032569840566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/1330128032569840566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/05/10-reasons-why-you-never-wana-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-5926343106635666309</id><published>2007-05-01T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:29:21.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a heart-wrenching day. It was a day i realize there was so much indifference in everyone. They way we feel, the things we want. I guess that was what once brought us together, and now..forming the cliques we call "bonds".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things were never as simple as everyone thought it was. No one knew what was going on all the while in the complicating brain. I wish someone would lead, at least fer the time being. All i feel like now is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A car without the fuel&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A passion with no drive.&lt;/span&gt; The list could go on, but sure as hell i am that i could be judged again for whatever that is written here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note, i found a beautiful phrase to share it with my loyals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And Supergirl needs to open those doors of hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-5926343106635666309?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5926343106635666309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=5926343106635666309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5926343106635666309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5926343106635666309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-was-heart-wrenching-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-5787567179331405499</id><published>2007-04-24T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:56:51.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blended Coffee + Hot Chocolate with marshmallow + Mushroom linguine + Mushroom &amp;amp; Steak sandwich + White  Chocolate ice cream  +  Strawberry fondue  +  Hot Apple tart +  A triplecoatedhoneysugarbunnywithswweeetlipsandcuteface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN EXTREMELY ECSTATIC Iris.&lt;br /&gt;8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl says yes, she is. madly with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-5787567179331405499?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/5787567179331405499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=5787567179331405499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5787567179331405499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/5787567179331405499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/04/blended-coffee-hot-chocolate-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-3000820246669067447</id><published>2007-04-22T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T21:34:09.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something i got off the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Penis Wants a Raise&lt;br /&gt;I, the Penis,&lt;br /&gt;hereby request a raise in salary for the following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I do&lt;br /&gt;  physical labor.&lt;br /&gt;2. I work at great depths.&lt;br /&gt;3. I plunge head first into&lt;br /&gt;  everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;4. I do not get weekends or public holidays off.&lt;br /&gt;5. I&lt;br /&gt;  work in a damp environment.&lt;br /&gt;6. I work in a dark area that has poor&lt;br /&gt;  ventilation.&lt;br /&gt;7. I work in high temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;8. My work exposes me to&lt;br /&gt;  diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Penis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After assessing your request, and considering the&lt;br /&gt;  arguments you have raised, the management denies your request for the&lt;br /&gt;  following reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 You do not work 8 hours straight.&lt;br /&gt;2 You WORK IN&lt;br /&gt;  SHORT SPURTS AND fall asleep after EACH brief work period.&lt;br /&gt;3 You do not&lt;br /&gt; always follow the orders of the management team.&lt;br /&gt;4 You do not stay in your&lt;br /&gt; designated area, and are often seen visiting other locations.&lt;br /&gt;5 You do not&lt;br /&gt; take initiative - you need to be pressured and stimulated in order to&lt;br /&gt; start working.&lt;br /&gt;6 You leave the workplace rather messy at the end of your&lt;br /&gt; shift.&lt;br /&gt;7 You don't always observe necessary safety regulations, such as&lt;br /&gt;  wearing the correct protective clothing.&lt;br /&gt;8 You will retire LONG before you&lt;br /&gt;  are 65.&lt;br /&gt;9 You are unable to work double shifts.&lt;br /&gt;10.You sometimes leave&lt;br /&gt;  your designated work area before you have completed the assigned task.&lt;br /&gt;11.And if that were not all, you have constantly been seen entering and&lt;br /&gt;   exiting the workplace carrying two suspicious-looking bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;The Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HILARIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-3000820246669067447?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/3000820246669067447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=3000820246669067447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3000820246669067447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/3000820246669067447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/04/something-i-got-off-net.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-7709602059081047384</id><published>2007-04-18T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:35:22.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been feeling awfully emotionally unstable for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;My position in the team, and if i am nothing but a burden.&lt;br /&gt;My place in his heart, and if i am nothing but a plaything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres an angel on my right shoulder saying stuff like "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iris, youre the best and you know youve done your ultimate best.&lt;/span&gt;" And then i look to my left and the devil says "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iris you stinky peepee, youve never worked hard at all and youre not worth nething at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I mean schools reopen and meeting my friends did help me take my mind off loads of stuff. At the same time i realize that ive been neglecting them. To my sunshines, i love u. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;My loyal reader, thanks for visitng me blog despite the lack of updates. Blame it on "Princess Hours"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.koreanfilm.org/tvdramas/palace4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.koreanfilm.org/tvdramas/palace4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard not to fall in love with that show. I mean its all about princes and princesses. *dreams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl wants her prince charming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-7709602059081047384?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7709602059081047384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=7709602059081047384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7709602059081047384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7709602059081047384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-been-feeling-awfully-emotionally.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-7517624332698065310</id><published>2007-04-05T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T00:11:39.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its spiraling downwards.&lt;br /&gt;can you see it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the place of passion&lt;br /&gt;Lies an empty void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl is wondering&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-7517624332698065310?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7517624332698065310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=7517624332698065310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7517624332698065310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7517624332698065310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-spiraling-downwards.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-7327427081489024967</id><published>2007-03-18T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T21:48:10.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are looking so much better for me already. Im putting down some rather ugly stuff and moving on with my life. Im going to be the old cheerful Iris all over again. I've got my head dyed (died). Itz like dried grass now and if someone were to set my head on fire, I bet you ten frigging bucks my hair would be the best place to start from. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been staying in the school hostel these few days and i mean thou im pretty tired having to wake up at 6.30 every morning to go fer attachment, im having darn loads of fun with my 3 other house mates. The competition is drawing closer and every single one in the team are having mixed emotions. I guess itz all about feeling the stress and then trying to make things go up but yet trying to balance whatever emotions all corked up in those hearts of theirs. Magnum,we'll be able to pull thru this together. Few days down the road, we'll be holding the trophy and crying...telling ourselves.."itz all worth it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, so much so about training, i forgot to mention about the competition dates. It'll be on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24th of March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at&lt;br /&gt;Plaza Singapura&lt;br /&gt;at about 3pm to 5 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right. Im going to bed soon cause im dead beat. Will update soon bout our long awaited championship. lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supergirl will hang on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-7327427081489024967?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/7327427081489024967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=7327427081489024967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7327427081489024967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/7327427081489024967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/03/things-are-looking-so-much-better-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-975393802036301806</id><published>2007-03-12T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T22:53:59.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally some time to update this long abandon blog of mine. My life the past few day has been rather stagnant. Itz almost like the routine we do during trng everyday. sequence 1 and 2 and 3.............................&lt;br /&gt;Except my life consist of prob only 2 sequence.&lt;br /&gt;attachment&lt;br /&gt;training&lt;br /&gt;attachment&lt;br /&gt;training&lt;br /&gt;attachment&lt;br /&gt;training&lt;br /&gt;attachment&lt;br /&gt;training&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so it goes..lols.&lt;br /&gt;I've really got to thank my dearest attachment mate siti Zahrah, otherwise known as "Zara". lols..she makes me look forward to attachment. Where else can u find someone as genuine as her? Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John says im sem-depressed. I call that "tired". lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl needs a miracle pill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-975393802036301806?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/975393802036301806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=975393802036301806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/975393802036301806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/975393802036301806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-some-time-to-update-this-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22596242.post-4099479753459737958</id><published>2007-03-04T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:04:17.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Itz been one whole day of shopping the whole day. First in town with John den later part in Suntec with my parents. A long period of time since i've gone on such shopping trips. Sad thing is, i still havent got over my obsession with branded stuff. Like no matter how lethargic im, somehow my eyes would still linger over words like "Dior, Chanel, Fendi..." Just strolling past the shops at taka made me again realise how POOR im. yes. haha..&lt;br /&gt;Everything was on sale. Everything except those that im interested in. Working in parkway doesnt help either. Topshop,Levis, Isetan...OMG,im going crazy. Perlini has up to like 70% sales, Levis 50%, NOVO 50%, Body shop 20%. yea..now u get what i mean. hahas..&lt;br /&gt;Itz really sick how when u really like a certain piece of bag and then u're told like itz the last piece. And den your mum goes.."dont buy la, last piece very dirty." the Lacoste bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/ReqlL_taOaI/AAAAAAAAACE/VMIQ4FFHl6U/s1600-h/lacoste.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/ReqlL_taOaI/AAAAAAAAACE/VMIQ4FFHl6U/s320/lacoste.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038020758666361250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supergirl wants that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22596242-4099479753459737958?l=pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/feeds/4099479753459737958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22596242&amp;postID=4099479753459737958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4099479753459737958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22596242/posts/default/4099479753459737958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkcolourpencils.blogspot.com/2007/03/itz-been-one-whole-day-of-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Iris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11991129715364132711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9jHzmhlaAKo/ReqlL_taOaI/AAAAAAAAACE/VMIQ4FFHl6U/s72-c/lacoste.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
