<?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-9293167</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:50:48.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PurpleyPure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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>94</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9293167.post-464991449278763258</id><published>2007-12-14T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:34:01.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home is where my heart is..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm finally going home.. Finally!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I can finally eat proper food..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Spend some time with the other people I love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Say goodbye to one person I'll always love.. It's been eating at me,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Recharge.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Christmas is coming.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Smile, everyone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-464991449278763258?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/464991449278763258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=464991449278763258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/464991449278763258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/464991449278763258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/12/home-is-where-my-heart-is.html' title='Home is where my heart is..'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-8446315531430823158</id><published>2007-12-08T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T20:06:42.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, my friend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;On the 3rd of august, mum told me the bad news.. you were diagnosed with leukemia.. It was critical and you had to undergo heavy treatment almost immediately.. I was scared.. I prayed.. I sat and thought about you everyday.. till now I still am thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I remember the first time I met you. I was 14.. we talked about everything. We weren't very close at first but then we did a presentation on world peace together and we'd been great friends since. I remember thinking how beautiful you were.. You never once looked dull.. always bright, smiling.. cheerful.. there's this glow about you no one could deny. You had THE heart of gold.. you gave awesome hugs and.. you were my bum smacker.. my have-affair-together-cuz-our-boyfriends-and-mums-never-have-to-know partner.. You've never forgotten my birthday.. not once.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I remembered for your birthday.. I borrowed money from the store I was working at to buy you this gigantic bear and made you call it Mr. Fernandez cuz it was the most random name for a teddy bear I could come up with. I saw you on the hospital bed.. you still looked so beautiful.. that glow still bursting out of the smiles you gave despite having tubes put into your wrists.. you were.. are so strong.. I remembered you telling me about all the foods you were craving for.. and one of them was fried chicken but the hospital wouldn't allow you to eat that.. It was always fish and you were getting so sick of it.. I hugged you so many times that night.. I missed you so much and your mum wouldn't allow many visits cuz you needed to rest.. and you couldn't afford to catch anything in your condition.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I remembered visiting you a week before I had to fly off.. Mum and I bought head scarfs for you.. Chemo was a bitch.. your mum didn't let us stay for long.. I promised to come back and see you for Christmas.. take you out for sushi because you loved sushi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Last week I received news that you were in critical condition.. I stayed up and prayed.. but I felt helpless.. that I couldn't be there with you.. but mostly, that i couldn't do anything..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I dreamt of you last night. You had your curls.. the same ones you had the first time we met. I told you I missed you but you didn't say a word.. you just smiled at me. I woke up at 5am.. couldn't get back to sleep.. sat up on my bed and checked my phone.. Received a message from mum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Geraldine passed away a moment ago- Mag" (sent at 4.15am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I sighed and sat up on my bed and looked around.. just darkness and silence.. I couldn't think straight.. I held myself and then I thought of you.. and thats when the tears started.. and wouldn't stop. Every memory I've had with you kept flooding in mind, gushing out of my eyes.. I was selfish.. I was thinking about how much I wanted you to still be here.. go all out to be better.. live.. so that I could take you out.. and we'd have fun like we used to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But you're not hurting anymore.. you're probably happy to finally be free of all that suffering.. but yet something tells me you're frustrated.. because you had such big dreams.. and then I cry some more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I only wish I could've been there for you.. God knows how much I love you... You had such a hard life.. even before this sickness.. Just lay down and rest for now.. I'll see you when I see you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You're not gone, darling.. you're just not here.. you'll never leave my heart.. our hearts.. Goodbye for now, babes.. *spank* I love ya much!! xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-8446315531430823158?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8446315531430823158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=8446315531430823158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8446315531430823158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8446315531430823158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/12/goodbye-my-friend.html' title='Goodbye, my friend..'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-3645906113721778914</id><published>2007-12-03T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T03:30:56.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm losing too much weight and I hate it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;How the hell do u put on weight in this stupid country lahhh!!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I hate being too skinny.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I should eat more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;All u frens back in KL.. when I get back home.. your sole purpose is to stuff me before i have to get back here again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;hahaha.. especially Jun.. Junny feeeeed meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;COUNTING DOWN THE DAYYYSSS.. I'll be home soon.. MUAHMUAHMUAHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-3645906113721778914?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3645906113721778914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=3645906113721778914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/3645906113721778914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/3645906113721778914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/12/feck.html' title='Feck'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-2323048713753017920</id><published>2007-11-07T14:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T14:35:32.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 deadly sins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Decided to try this out cuz i saw it on Leng's blog.. go try it out, whoever wants toooo.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #110000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #110000 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #110000 1px solid; WIDTH: 400px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #110000 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #000000" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Greed:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 66px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 66px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 76px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #220011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Low&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #330077; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 52px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Envy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 66px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Lust:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #440011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #770022; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 140px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;b style="FONT: bold 13px arial, 'sans serif'; COLOR: #ffffff"&gt;Pride:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 7px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 7px; BACKGROUND: #330011; PADDING-BOTTOM: 7px; FONT: 13px arial, 'sans serif'; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 7px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 200px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #331111"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: #660033; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 86px; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid; HEIGHT: 14px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/seven_deadly_sins.html" target="_top"&gt;Discover Your Sins - Click Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lotsa mediums.. I'm only human laaa.. High on lust.. HAHAHAHAHAHAH!! I love this test la.. EY LENG, WE'RE MFEO!!! (Meant For Each Other. don't tell me u never heard that song before la!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;OKay back to work... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-2323048713753017920?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2323048713753017920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=2323048713753017920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/2323048713753017920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/2323048713753017920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/11/7-deadly-sins.html' title='7 deadly sins'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-8072464842270764440</id><published>2007-11-06T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T09:15:18.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Junny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hello... Been tagged by Jun Koay Takahashi.. yet again.. WOMAN DO MY TAG!!! I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU!! I shall do this now before I have to start on my stupid essays and waste hours of my life reading and typing.. I'm PMStic.. you can tell... XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The phone rings,who do you want it to be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Anyone back home.. Makes me smile.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.When shopping at the grocery store,do you return your cart?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Umm.. you mean you don't have to return it if you don't want to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.In a social setting,are you more of a talker or listener?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hahahhaa.. most of the time, I listen more than I talk.. but sometimes I do talk more than I listen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Do you take compliments well?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't really like taking compliments cuz I find them embarrassing.. haha.. I secretly like them though.. but I never wanna admit it.. Oh crap. that was supposed to be a secret!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Do you play Sudoku?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hahaha. Jun's mom made me start.. I do play a bit when I just wanna bum but don't want my brain muscles to bum.. very rare.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.If abandoned alone in the wilderness,would you survive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm Sabahan okay.. I have ulu blood in me.. I think if I were abandoned.. instincts would kick in and I'd automatically rip my clothes off leaving just enough to cover myself a bit and then become Jane of the Jungle.. AAAAOOOOOOoooooooOOOoOOOAAAAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.What song are you listening to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Listening to Thrice cuz Adrian loves them.. made me listen to them.. so now I love them too.. And Augustana.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.Did you ever go to a camp as a kid?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Once.. in primary school.. went on a 4 day 3 night camping trip at FRIM.. got sucked on by leeches.. poured salt on them and had fun watching then sizzle to death.. HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.What was your favourite game as a kid?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hehehehe.. Leng and Michellee!!! Mulberry bush(dont ask), Hop scotch, Tomato ketchup on trees.. my favourite temporary high.. During CNY, card games when gambling cuz I always win.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.Are you a single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nopess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.Could you date someone with diff religious beliefs than you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yepp.. But I wouldn't if he tries to convert me la.. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.Do you like to pursue or be pursued?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need to be pursued.. a very bad thing... But yes.. I do.. for I am a human sloth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.Use three words to describe yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Clueless, Fun, Lazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.Do any songs make you cry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mmmhmmm.. loads.. diff songs for diff moods.. Some with their specific memories behind it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.Are you continuing your education?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yep.. unfortunately.. I hate studying.. hahahahaha... but I have to so that a certain someone can bum... see.. being pursued.. okay in a way it's not that bad la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.Do you know how to shoot a gun?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Never tried and I don't think I'd ever wanna cuz I might just kill someone.. lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.If ur house was on fire,what would be the first thing that u'll grab?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My laptop.. all my treasured pictures are in there... I should really develop some when I get home.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.How often do you read books?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm taking up LAW.. does that answer your question? HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.Do you think more about the past,present or future?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;All at the same time.. We can't deny the past cuz it has made us who we are at present.. The present cuz I believe we should treasure every moment we have whilst we're still alive.. and the future cuz I really do want my degree... and continue living.. I WANT KIDS! hahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.What is your favourite children's book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Enid Blyton's children books... Fairies, goblins, flying gingerbun houses and pixiess.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21.What color are your eyes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Brown.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.How tall are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Passport says 170cm.. mom says 5"7.. I say tall enough.. no more!.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.Where is your dream house located?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I don't wanna house.. I want a damn nice apartment or penthouse!! HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24.Have you ever taken pictures in a photo booth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yep.. With the person who tagged me.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.When was the last time you were at Oliva Garden?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;When I knew where Oliva Garden is.. in my past existence maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.Do you like mustard?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Not really.. I love mayo.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.Do you prefer to sleep or eat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sleep.. I actually miss quite a lot of meals cuz I prefer sleeping so much more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.Do you look like your mom and dad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Smile like my mom.. or so everyone says.. Eyes like my moms.. ears.. my dad.. face small like my moms..nmy nose.. neither.. I honestly dunno where my nose came from and everyone makes fun of it.. haha.. well my moms one's sharp and small and my dads one's big and pretty flat so I'm in between la.. freckles.. I BLAME MY MOTHER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.How long does it take you in the shower?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;15-20 minutes.. I have body washes for every single part of my body.. lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.Can you do the splits?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;NOOOO!! ouchh!! I wish.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31.What movie do you want to see right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Phonebooth.. I'm waiting patiently.. *winks* ..NO ONE TELL ME ANYTHING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32.What did you do for New Year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nothing.. drink with the family and got tipsy.. Didn't get to burn my diary this year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33.Do you own a camera phone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;A very sad one.. but yes.. it is a camera phone nontheless.. lol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34.Was your mom a cheerleader?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nope but she was a runner with damn nice butt.. HAHAHAHAHAH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35.How many hours of sleep do you get at night?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;5/6.. I sleep late and am forced to wake up early for breakfast..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36.Do you like care bears?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;No.. not really.. I loved the powerpuff girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37.What do you buy at the movies?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Coke and CARAMEL popcorn.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38.Do you know how to play poker?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Only if it's strip poker.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39.Do you wear your seatbelt?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yess.. cuz I drive most of the time back home.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40.What do you wear to sleep?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oversized tees and underwear.. perfect..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41.Anything big ever happen in your hometown?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sabah.. nothing ever happens there la but thats the beauty of it.. I miss Sabah.. KL.. nothing much as well but I still love it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42.How many meals do you eat a day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;2.. max.. if I have breakfast.. I wont be able to eat lunch and if I eat lunch .. I wont be able to eat dinner.. unless dinner's real late then thats okay.. I can have 3.. but most of the time, 2's more than enough.. I'm hungry now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43.Do you always read frienster bulettins?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Never...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44.Do you like funny or serious people better?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Both... I need them for different occassions.. Can't have someone funny when I need to have work done.. Can't have someone serious when I wanna have fun laaa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45.Ever been to L.A.?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nope.. no money.. heheehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46.Did you eat a cookie today?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tempted to.. but no.. in the end.. cuz I realised I was gonna be late for tutorials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47.Tag 3 people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-JenJen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-Jojoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-Sukiee.. darling please lemme in your bloggg.. =( haha!! KISSES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;BYEEE... mwahxx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-8072464842270764440?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8072464842270764440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=8072464842270764440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8072464842270764440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8072464842270764440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/11/tagged-by-junny.html' title='Tagged by Junny'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-8699878197560292430</id><published>2007-10-29T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:28:38.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Jun Yong!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Today.. is a very unfortunate day for it marks the birth of... a guy?... A guy, yes. But he is no ordinary guy.. for you see when she was still in her poor mother's womb doing headbangs and such (for she wants to be some rockstar.. and she is gonna kill me for saying this).. You must be wondering.. "Why is this stupid girl using "she" instead of "he"?" Well you see, my clueless readers, during the 8th month that she was inside her mother's womb.. there was a change of plans! YES THERE WAS!!.. She grew a penis.. very doubtful this part.. but yeah apparently she did and poof!! She instantly became a he and then a month later he came out and all hell broke loose.. So he has the features of a girl but is... surprisingly.. A GUY!.. or at least I think he is a guy.. like I said.. very doubtful.. XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Okay la I shall stop being so mean but you cant blame me okay!! He does look like a girl.. Pictures soon.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So anyway.. on a nicer note.. Jun Yong is one of my very very close friends and I love em to bits. He wrote me a song.. treated me at Tony Roma's and Sushi King (which now sucks cuz it's now highly over commercialised), bought stuff from Timberland to help me achieve my target.. but those pair of jeans were really nice on you so don't complain.. He's caring cuz he's always there when I'm PMStic and annoyed or sad... he wakes me up in the wee hours of the morning by calling me.. just to bitch bout things.. he's funny cuz he makes me laugh.. at him not with him.. *smiles* OH SHIT!! no.. Audrey.. be nice.. He plays the guitar very well.. he plays the piano really well though he just started onnit.. He does the "weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" with me.. He lets me paint his nails.. and I purposely paint it all colourful.. like one nail 4-5 streaks in diferent colour just to embarrass the hell outta him until some random bitchy shop lady comes and tells us to get the fuck out.. I shall quote her.. "Excuse me.. are you here to buy something or are you just here to fool around?" hahaha!! Everyone.. If you shop at Skin Food in Pyramid 1, stop doing so from today, okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;He's such a girl cuz he has all the body products every normal girl in the world can only dream of having.. Estee Lauder make up.. yes.. he has make up.. I show you later!! He won't settle for nail polishes that cost less that RM70.. I shit you not.. HE HAS ESTEE LAUDER EYELINER!!! But nevermind I got Georgio Armani.. nyahahaa! He tells people.. or me anyway.. that he lives in a "pondok" but then goes around driving a jet black Honda City.. owns millions of guitars and well.. HE BUYS ESTEE LAUDER EVERYTHING.. NEED I SAY MORE??!! So.. HE LIEEEE!! He lives in a damn luxurious house with a FAT FAT dog named Baby! Very cute!! The dog.. not him... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Things I call/ say to Jun Yong just to annoy the Eff outta him:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. You face problem!! (cuz he's a vain pot and will not stand for people dissing his "beautiful" face) *cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. KAWAIIKUNEE.. which, in direct translation, means.. uncute.. or FACE PROBLEM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. You is a bitch, I hate you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. YOU LIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. OKay I'm gonna sleep now.. GOODNIGHT!!!!! usually said less than 5 minutes after receiving a call from em..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. eeeeeeeeeeeeee.. YOU'RE SO GAYYYYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. Ey.. your face damn funny lor.. *followed by evil laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;8. Your hair damn uglyyyy (yeah don't diss his hair too but I don't caaaare!! XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;He supports Arsenal.. which is damn sad cuz it's such a loser team.. I shall not say more cuz it's his birthday and I'm trying so hard to be nice right now.. XD.. He loves X Japan.. and is the rightful heir to Yoshiki's throne.. which I wholeheartedly believe to be a fact as well.. see I'm so nice.. His singing can make your ears bleed but you wanna see it anyway cuz of the action that goes with the singing he does is hilarious! He emos by holding a bunch of fake roses which too, is damn hilarious.. *view uploaded picture* I quote Jun Yong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"You know how retarded you look in that picture?" BLUUEEEEKKK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Eh...enough with the emo pics la. If you wanna do emo pic also do properly la at least. Must hold roses all." *COUGH* bitch*COUGH*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;" Ey my hair damn kawaii okay!!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;" I am beautiful.. you can't deny it! I make one damn chun chick okay. correct anot??!" Sure, Jun Yong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Hey Audrey.. Do I really have a face problem?" AWWWWWWWWWW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"dulan.. cibai.. lan jiao.. fuck.. *and all the cina and england swear words you can think of*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;He also happens to be quite random which to me.. is a pretty good thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Ren'ai~- Trapped in this cell of loneliness, waiting for the night to end... says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meowwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audrey- DWEEAN! says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Ren'ai~- Trapped in this cell of loneliness, waiting for the night to end... says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;As you can tell from his personal message he is also one emoness fella.. but it gives him inspiration.. lets him write good music.. and they're real good.. I kid you not.. and it's good when it comes to serious discussions about life and shit like that.. the ones that we have occasionally..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So yeah.. we've had our share of arguments and stuff but damn boring lor if it's always happy, kan? Allows us to know each other a bit better also la.. And he's definately one of my besties and yes, Jun Yong, I love you to bits and no.. you don't really have a face problem.. I just like annoying the shit outta you. Don't like isit.. THEN SUE ME LA U CIBAI FACE PROBLEM" No don't la.. just in case I lose.. I broke adi.. lol!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;OKay la.. damn long lor this post!! I'm so nice sometimes.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126867254133962290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RyZKmrU8tjI/AAAAAAAAANk/u46dzEvTTE0/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's the emoing with rose picture!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 20TH BIRTHDAY, DARLIN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Have a great one! xoxo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pictures of the girl/guy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126868383710361154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RyZLobU8tkI/AAAAAAAAANs/aPx77vrDgsE/s400/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Estee Lauder make up, okay!! What he did for Halloween.. I really don't wanna comment on this.. ahahhahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126869002185651810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RyZMMbU8tmI/AAAAAAAAAN8/i05jTcLRuKo/s400/n513975405_405559_342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;A pretty much decent picture of her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126869105264866930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RyZMSbU8tnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nGfkshR9mCg/s400/n513975405_405577_4380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Armpit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126868869041665618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RyZMErU8tlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/bpjkT3INgUo/s400/n284001871_1488242_4666.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football.. game.. thing.. In case you're wondering.. yes.. he is holding pompoms.. I refuse to comment yet again for it is his birthday and I will be nice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126869221228983938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RyZMZLU8toI/AAAAAAAAAOM/6dm7AcZ22Us/s400/n513975405_410966_8972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Jun Yong drunkkk!!! HAHAHAHAHA!! *runs off before he kills me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-8699878197560292430?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8699878197560292430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=8699878197560292430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8699878197560292430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8699878197560292430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-birthday-jun-yong.html' title='Happy Birthday, Jun Yong!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RyZKmrU8tjI/AAAAAAAAANk/u46dzEvTTE0/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9293167.post-2245576765097521556</id><published>2007-10-27T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T05:31:47.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yet another lazy pre-winter day.. I'm drowsy all the time!!! This is NOT good.. Got so irritated yesterday cuz I was supposed to do a presentation on Duty of care.. Tort law.. and I studied all night and woke up extra early to prepare summore.. then I had to take a 45 minute walk down to the Wills Memorial Building.. Stepped into L102, my tutorial room, to find out that class was cancelled.. ROAAAARR!! But nvm.. I'M FECKING BUMMING TODAY! Made me study also la so that's good too.. =) Halloween party comin up.. theme's the 7 deadly sins.. but I still wanna go as a television with a ring on the screen and go.. "I'M THE RING" as I walk into the party!!! But I really don't wanna be a social outcast so maybe I'll go with envy.. i'd choose envy.. and be all green and sexy.. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! If that's even possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.. tagged by sexy angel Jen Jen.. MUAHHX!! You're gonna be the bomb at your party la.. =D *kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things to be done before my death:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get married&lt;br /&gt;2. Have kids&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a job&lt;br /&gt;4. Damn good sex life.. IMPORTANT OKAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;5. Decent place to live in.. I wanna die with style!&lt;br /&gt;6. Make a difference.. somehow..&lt;br /&gt;7. Hug a koala.. I've always wanted to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things I will not do even if it kills me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Abortion&lt;br /&gt;2. Stop loving.. in general&lt;br /&gt;3. Betray my friends.. and loved ones&lt;br /&gt;4. Give up my pets! NO FUCKIN WAY!&lt;br /&gt;5. Wear g strings everyday.. OUUUCH!!&lt;br /&gt;6. Give up eating nasi lemak!!! Because doing that WILL kill me..&lt;br /&gt;7. Eat worms... uugh! Can't stand the mere sight of them even!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things I do when I'm away from public:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't wear pants in my room.. shirt and underwear's the way to go!&lt;br /&gt;2. Go on youtube and look up for movies and then find the make out scenes.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;3. Sing.. real loud!&lt;br /&gt;4. Cry.. I like my privacy&lt;br /&gt;5. Get lost in thoughts.. YES, I DO THINK OKAY!! not necessarily relevant thoughts la tho.. haha&lt;br /&gt;6. Talk to my stuffed pig.. SHUTUP!&lt;br /&gt;7. Become quite a girly girl with the amount of body care products I have.. *ashamed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven fav sentences/quotes/expressions:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Really ah??!! And theen, and thennn??&lt;br /&gt;3. GAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;4. Shaddap la you!&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm only friends with you cuz your parents paid me to do so.. (usually to Clinton)&lt;br /&gt;6. Mmmmmmmm!!!! Don't wannaaa!! I'm lazyyyyy!!!! (when people ask me to go out and I just get too lazy. and I'm always too lazy..)&lt;br /&gt;7. YOU LIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!! (I love this one.. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven songs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Heal over- KT Tunstall&lt;br /&gt;2. The Hardest Part- Coldplay&lt;br /&gt;3. I miss you- Incubus&lt;br /&gt;4. This Boy- James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;5. Sing- Travis&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm Yours- Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;7. With you, tonight- Matt Wertz.. 7 ALREADY??!!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven things I'll make you wish you didn't do if you did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you diss my family&lt;br /&gt;2. If you diss my friends and the people I love&lt;br /&gt;3. If you touch my expensive underwear&lt;br /&gt;4. If you touch my condom collection.. property of Audrey Lim!!&lt;br /&gt;5. If you ever ever ever read my journal!&lt;br /&gt;6. If you hit my pets.. especially my dog.. I'll scream at you..&lt;br /&gt;7. If you touch my stuff without asking in general! Esp my body products.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;2. Leng.. cuz she needs to update her blog!&lt;br /&gt;3. Jun.. same reasons as leng.. haha&lt;br /&gt;4. Priya&lt;br /&gt;5. Felix!!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. KOBEE!! XD&lt;br /&gt;7. Sukie =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. I shall go attempt to study now.. LOTSA LOVE! *kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/9293167-2245576765097521556?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2245576765097521556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=2245576765097521556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/2245576765097521556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/2245576765097521556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/10/7-things.html' title='7 Things'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-918521934125071548</id><published>2007-10-22T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T15:22:34.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See me morph into Holly Marie Combs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/I/28/5ur444_6701670822d1749uj81q44" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-918521934125071548?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/918521934125071548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=918521934125071548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/918521934125071548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/918521934125071548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/10/see-me-morph-into-holly-marie-combs.html' title='See me morph into Holly Marie Combs!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-4935464644533682505</id><published>2007-10-16T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:48:04.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoopid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Updates? Yes indeed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lets see.. It's getting colder here and I DO NOT like it.. haha! But&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I guess I'm gonna have to get used to it.. I shudder to think of how horrible winter will get.. I just wana hibernate.. like a Yogi the bear.. but then the bastard's always sleeping anyway so that dussint count.. I'll be Bubu.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Okay so no more depressing posts for me.. I'm fitting in alright.. I've met and befriended ang mos so therefore people CANNOT call me an anti-social bitch anymore.. *stares at J'dhun*. I still miss Malaysian food and sometimes I just don't feel like eating but I really reeeaaally do want my bum back and.. I cant afford to lose my boobs okay.. I'd dieee!! Well okay maybe not die but I'll be all depressed and shit.. I'm high on caramel cake. can you tell? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I think the coke's better in UK.. and don't tell me it tastes the same cuz I know for a FACT that it doesn't being the coke lover that I am.. I ANALYSE COKE OKAY!!! I've got a cough now.. EVERYONE'S SICK!!! And the silliest part is.. the locals get sick way before any of us international students do.. hehhhheheee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've spent 170 pounds on my law books.. which amounts to approximately RM1190.. *hangs self* Yes.. I do plan to sell them off next year.. get at least half that money back for next year's books.. dammit everythings so expensive here.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My classes are alright so far.. Aside from the fact that everybody's so smart.. geniuses.. and I'm the lost, stoopid international student who hardly ever speaks up cuz everyone always has something to say.. they're mainly bullshit cuz they don't even know the diff between plaintiffs and defendants. but oh my god.. they bull in a way that you're forced to agree with them.. which is a good thing because being a lawyer IS all about mastering the art of bullshit anyway.. I must learn from them.. haha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's bad enough that the Law and State and Constitutional Rights subjects are the most boring and dry.. I just had to get an equally boring and dry tutor who can't speak good english and who reads out from her notes.. plagiarised mostly from Tomkins.. She goes on about the US constitution when we're doing the British one.. I dunno what's worse, the fact that I have to do this with her very other Monday for 2 hours or the fact that I need to walk one hour just to sit in a pointless tutorial when studying in my room or the library's so much more enlightening.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I still need to prepare for my contract tutorial on Friday.. and then my tort presentation next Friday.. and then 10 weeks from now a presentation on one of the Law and State questions.. I have an essay due on the 19th of November.. and an exam right after Christmas Holidays.. Oh, joy.. -_- Right now i'm aching to attend another lecture on Criminal law.. the only one I find interesting right now.. hahah! This is sad.. OH!!! and did I tell you??!! My law books are ginonamous!!!!!! CRAP!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I really can't wait for Christmas now.. Gonna have the best time for sure..  I wanna sleeeeeeeppp!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;This is Budsey.. Signing out~ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-4935464644533682505?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4935464644533682505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=4935464644533682505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/4935464644533682505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/4935464644533682505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/10/stoopid.html' title='Stoopid'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-4402561905766247564</id><published>2007-10-10T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T09:25:04.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Took this personality test thing cuz I didn't know what else to do.. This is the result.. there are some things that are true here..and the truth does hurt.. haha! I'll make it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Whoever wants to go try it out,.. do! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;http://www.paulgoldinresearch.com/cg/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You are feeling really miserable at this time and you'd like to form a relationship with someone with whom you could really communicate. At the same time, whoever it may be, that special 'someone' must not conflict with your own belief system or ideals. This makes for tough going - but it would seem that the situation is only transitory. It will soon pass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You are lazy - you dream of a peaceful, calm, uncluttered and uncomplicated life. Your ideal would be to share a permanent base with some person or persons who would be able to demonstrate on-going love, peace and security.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You feel truly deprived - not getting your fair share, but you have accepted the fact that that is the way things are at this time and that it is prudent to let matters slide and not hit your head against the wall -so conform and agree for a while. Accept the situation - nothing can last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;All of the stress and strains resulting from disappointment have led to agitation and anxiety. You have been going out of your way to make a good impression, but you have reservations as to the likelihood of succeeding. You feel that you have a right to accomplish all that you set your mind on but you have become helpless and distressed when circumstances have gone against you. The idea of failure is most upsetting and this can even mean utter dejection. You see yourself as a scapegoat and you feel everyone in your sphere of influence has tried to take undue advantage of you. You are trying to convince yourself that your failure to achieve standing and recognition is not of your making but indeed of those around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sometimes one fears that its not worth formulating new ideas and projects because whatever you seem to have done in the past has never worked out and you are tired of, as they say, banging your head against a brick wall. No one seems to care. So now you are trying to get away from it all by withdrawing into a 'fantasy land' but unfortunately 'fantasy land' is just that and sooner or later you will have to return to reality so why delay the inevitable? When you do return, you will find that the situation is not as tough as perhaps you thought it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-4402561905766247564?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4402561905766247564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=4402561905766247564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/4402561905766247564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/4402561905766247564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/10/took-this-personality-test-thing-cuz-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-9153786565055848917</id><published>2007-10-06T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:29:20.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bristol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfOS9aMicI/AAAAAAAAAMk/c61jgp1Ov4w/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118286326647261634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfOS9aMicI/AAAAAAAAAMk/c61jgp1Ov4w/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BitterSweet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Alright.. yes it's been a while, I know.. everyone's been poking at my butt, getting me to blog bout my life in Bristol now.. Sadly I still dont have pictures of my Uni but I do have pictures of other stuff.. XD! The city and my accommodation la wad u people thinking??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bristol's beautiful.. freshers week was full of drunk uni students running around with their shirts off, singing... no screaming.. to "Clothes Off" and some song that goes "You Sexy Thing".. haha! They're great people.. Met some asians here.. right now I'm still quite anti social where the ang mos are concerned because I still miss home.. =( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My farewell at the airport was definately one to remember although it was for such a brief period of time.. it hurt so bad to leave everyone.. for the first time in such a long time.. I cried.. and I cried for the entire 13 hour flight thanks to the little things my loved ones gave me before I left.. Siao Leng.. hahaha.. Bibi.. the ugly thing but it brings back so many memories.. i had to shed at least 4 hours worth of tears.. Adrian.. and his bracelet.. oh God, another 5 hours or so.. and Jun.. every 3 hours with her superbly sweet messages to keep me company through my entire flight.. EVERYONE in my family cried,.. including Wati, the maid.. My ungrateful cat.. as usual never around so no goodbyes for her.. and my dog... I miss my Lucky..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh yes.. Clinton was on the same flight as me la.. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Bristol's cold.. but I'm getting used to it now.. I love autumn and the colours.. the guys are pretty cute but then along with that tonnes of hot girls.. hahaha.. my new friends so far.. Ling Xie.. fellow malaysian and ex taylorian.. Candy fron China, Waka from Japan and Wun from Hong Kong... ahahaha.. Joined the Malaysian Singaporean Society at Bristol so more asian friends for now.. I am still a bit too much of a sour grape to hang out with ang mos but I will.. soon!! my law class has too many of them anyway.. gonna have to.. HAHAHAH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Staying at the catered Wills Hall,, every morning breakfast's the same..typical english... dinners with their daily menus.. not too bad.. I might just learn to love it here.. but i'm still gravely homesick and i prety much just love staying in my room and going online to talk to people back home.. I know.. very bad la... I'll start getting out more after Uni starts on Monday.. everything's bread here but no complains cuz due to my beloved mother, I've learnt to love it.. HAHAHAHAH!!! I love their hot chocolate though.. everything's so expensive so we all gotta budget and be "economical" as the peanut gang put it.. sadly, they've broken up and are now rich ass people who hang out at Starbucks every oher day with their venti frappucinos while I drink nescafe 3 in 1 from MALAYSIA.. XD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;There've been emoness and stuff.. both me and Si Tan Kian Seng. but we'll get used to it.. and the Bristol law library's beautiful.. my reading list itse;f is already a headache.. what have I gotten myself into laaaaaaa!!! Its also an 80 minute walk to and fro wills and uni so its good exercise.. but I will be joining the gym soon.. with Clinton and some other people.. get my ass back.. graaahhh!! It's been a while and I miss it!! I love the Borders here.. such great variety of books and stuff.. hahaha.. but again.. sadly.. I am very low in funds.. Li Peng.. rich kid!! Some charity if you please.. hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Alright I better go sort out my reading stuff,.. I desperately need to find a pay less bookstore somewhere.. or seniors willing to sell their books cheap.. *hangs self* PMS cramps and cold DO NOT MIX!!! How do these girls survive here la.. O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss Malaysia.. I Miss You!!!!!! Christmas.. Christmas.. you'll be on my mind!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;PICTURES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118281696672516354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfKFdaMiQI/AAAAAAAAALE/B3uxxysn9cU/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and Darling Leng.. Miss her much!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118282289378003250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfKn9aMiTI/AAAAAAAAALc/Wc1kO6hQfpE/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adrian, Adrian, Adrian!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118281915715848466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfKSNaMiRI/AAAAAAAAALM/MwhQPfdPuwI/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Junny, Fook Siang and Sooi Jin.. KLIA McDonalds.. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118282182003820834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfKhtaMiSI/AAAAAAAAALU/desMNvhHLSE/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adam, Edwin and Fishball head Yu Lyn.. XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118282590025713986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfK5daMiUI/AAAAAAAAALk/pZZMuKGX4Cc/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bristol's Waterfront..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118283676652439890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfL4taMiVI/AAAAAAAAALs/wOUixU3lyno/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So cold!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118283934350477666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfMHtaMiWI/AAAAAAAAAL0/LU1r5m1Rihs/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MOM AND DAD!!!! YOU GUYS LEFT ME HERE LAAAAAA!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118284063199496562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfMPNaMiXI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Y5LB6vBdjKA/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me and the Stoopid at Waterfront..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118284295127730562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfMctaMiYI/AAAAAAAAAME/h_WL0yz__yc/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Room.. see that piggy on my pillow.. His name's Napoleon and he protects me from ghosts!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118284565710670226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfMsdaMiZI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PMfzwe2NvFc/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wills Hall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118285063926876578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfNJdaMiaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ZQy5OfMJF5g/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lockness Monster dari Miri!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118285373164521906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfNbdaMibI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QjTJw9ZMdP0/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emo and Stoner..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118286640179874258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfOlNaMidI/AAAAAAAAAMs/uLgsgAOw0IE/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Waka from Japan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118286949417519586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfO3NaMieI/AAAAAAAAAM0/o3cXNZlTuF4/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J'dhun from the gay society.. HAHAHA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118287258655164914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfPJNaMifI/AAAAAAAAAM8/iepW0pyRpjU/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wun fron Hong Kong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118287885720390162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfPttaMihI/AAAAAAAAANM/mpSR90VVfqk/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Picture... DUNNO HOW ALL THE BIRDS GOT SO FAT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118287567892810242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfPbNaMigI/AAAAAAAAANE/khfjDibuYsk/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;40 minute walk to Uni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118288602979928610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfQXdaMiiI/AAAAAAAAANU/m69zwxtv87s/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's so pretty we all don't mind the walk.. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118289019591756338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfQvtaMijI/AAAAAAAAANc/PmeD5D8lB7Y/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My favourite tree.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-9153786565055848917?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/9153786565055848917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=9153786565055848917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/9153786565055848917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/9153786565055848917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/10/bristol.html' title='Bristol'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RwfOS9aMicI/AAAAAAAAAMk/c61jgp1Ov4w/s72-c/062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9293167.post-8531753013322651782</id><published>2007-09-21T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T03:39:47.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I AM COMPLETELY, UTTERLY, SUPERBLY ANNOYED!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm this close to killing the he-bitch and.. now.. I can't wait to get out of Malaysia!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yes.. Audrey is about to rant.. because she's frustrated.. and annoyed beyond comprehension!! AND WANTS SOMEONE DEAD SO BAD!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You see people.. the ex decided to come down 2 days ago.. and he asks me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Audrey I need a place to stay.. Can I stay over?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And I say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"No you can't cuz my house is packed with people and suitcases.. there isn't any more space.. you've got an apartment here.. why not stay there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And he says..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"I dunno.. thought we could spend some time together if I stayed over"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Still I said no.. and I meant no.. so.. NO! I TOLD HIM FIRMLY.. NO!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And then Jun and I went to 1 Utama so that I could go get my winter clothes and stuff.. The idiot calls outta nowhere and says he's meeting us there.. so he comes.. and I was busy because obviously I would be busy since I'm leaving in 3 fucking days and I'm not fucking prepared at all!! And then he pulls this long, pathetic, I-am-oh-so-lonely-someone-hold-me look and spoils the ENTIRE day for Jun and me.. It was so awkward.. I could've died!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And then he comes over to my place with Jun.. all of us went up to my room cuz I wanted to pack right away and he just sits in the corner of the room.. and then later.. got up to go downstairs where my brother and mother were.. and then sulks there!! .. and then give both my mom and brother the impression that I'm purposely avoiding him and pushing him away.. and they feel bad for him and then suddenly.. I'm the mother of all devils and he's the tortured lil angel!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Then he goes to my grandmother and tells her how far his apartment is.. how he has no car.. how hard transportation's gonna be for him and my GENIUS OF A GRANDMOTHER says.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Ahyaa.. what's so difficult.. stay here laaa.. Audrey won't mind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And he happily calls his dad to bring all his stuff over.. WITHOUT ASKING ME OR SAYING ANYTHING!! Half way cleaning out my stuff I hear him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Audrey!! Can you open up the gates for me??!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And I think.. Thank God! Is he finally leaving me alone for today.. NO!! He brings in this massive hand carrier and looks at me like as if I should know what's going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I went.. "What the hell are those?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And he says.. "Oh, your grandma sed I could stay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I WANTED TO KILL MYSELF!! I told him he couldn't stay but he wouldn't listen.. I swear he plans all these things out just to annoy me before I leave.. The most sickening part's when my brother and mother tells me to go talk to him because they tell me how heart-wrenching he looks and then when I do, he starts emoing like there's no tomorrow.. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And this morning.. he sneaks into my room.. WHILE I WAS STILL SLEEPING.. bout 8am.. and he just sits on the floor.. and then my mother comes in to take her clothes, has the scare of her life then goes out and starts calling me on my cellphone telling me to wake up cuz.. "I'm being a bad friend for making him wait for me to get up".. WHAT THE FUUUUUCK!!!!?? No one disturbs my sleep okay!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Okay so nevermind.. I went downstairs and he began to tell me how avoided he feels and kept asking me why I wouldn't sit next to him or talk to him.. CAN U FUCKING BLAME ME??!! You invite yourself over by making sure everyone felt bad for you and now you want me to be nice to you??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I went out to promote the peace exhibition going on at SGM Klang in all the universities and colleges.. I come back 4 hours later and saw him watching TV. So I asked him what he''s been doing while I was gone and he said.. LIKE IT'S THE MOST NATURAL THING IN THE WHOLE WORLD..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Oh.. I took a nap on YOUR BED.. ( MY FUCKING BED!!!).. and I stumbled upon this book of yours with writings and stuff.. I saw one page where u wrote some rant about me.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ohoho! I fucking snapped.. It's way bad enough that u went into my room WITHOUT my permission.. slept on MY BED  so now I have to change the covers although I'm leaving in 3 days.. and then you snoop around MY STUFF!! Told him off then and there and now I'm here.. ranting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My cousin came in a while ago telling me he might've gotten his father to pick him up from here to go back to his apartment.. I'm only hoping it's true la I tell you.. I don't wanna sound mean.. but he just crossed the line.. he wants me to always be there for him and there's no way in HELL I'm ever doing that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;He shouldn't have come.. Would've been so much better if he didn't.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'M GLAD I'M FUCKING GOING TO THE UK NEXT TUESDAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Going out with Siao Leng again tonight.. AWAY FROM HIM.. Thank God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thank you Junny for everything.. what would I do without you laa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-8531753013322651782?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8531753013322651782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=8531753013322651782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8531753013322651782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8531753013322651782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/09/annoyed.html' title='Annoyed'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-2645873454704205854</id><published>2007-09-01T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:44:12.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;This is getting quite sad..  Nothing interesting's been going on lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just been preparing to go off.. 23 days left.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Applying for my visa was the most agonizing day.. or should I say 2 DAYS of my life!!! Waited for well over 5 hours to be told that I needed a letter from the bank confirming that my father has access to HIS company accounts. Had to go back and get them letters, re-check everything and then go back again.. The nice guy working there Mr George Fernandez let me jump queue! hehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mom's taking me shopping tomorrow to get the stuff I need before flying off. Timberlands taking wayyy to long to gimme my money!! And today I was asked to work again because there were no part-timers working and they needed help. My boss gets a pair of limited-edition-not-sold-in-malaysia Timberland boots while all we get as a reward for hitting the store target's yucky canadian pizza. THEY BURNT THE CHEESE!! Who burns cheese on pizza??!!.. I mean what the HELL is pizza without the yummy melting cheese oozing down the sides of your slice??!!! IT WASN'T EVEN MOZARELLA CHEESE.. God knows what kinda cheese they used la!!!! I am NEVER goin back to that crummy store again.. EVER!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Will be going down to Ampang Jaya to collect my Visa on Monday.. looking forward to that.. ( I'm not very good at being sarcastic la okay.. shardap!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Clinton's coming over tomorrow night.. oh joy~-_- ("&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="1.5.42"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;O, let me not be mad, not mad, sweet heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;..") I'm gonna go insane!! Not that I'm not already insane.. but you know.. I'm prolly gonna go from Professor Sybill Trelawney insane to... one of them Bedlam crazy people..  SAVE MEEE!! HAHAHAH! It's been a while la Stoopid Tan Kian Seng.. vee shall sit down and talk excretement(just being polite..) once again.. =D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Uni's coming up soon.. OMAGAWD! Managed to get Wills Hall for my accomodation there.. My first choice! weeee!.. en suite.. with a trim gym.. THANK GOD! Cuz lately everyone's been going.. "Eh Audrey, wad happened to you?? Why so skinny all of a sudden.. eh Margaret.. you starving your kids isit?" Then someone else would go.. "Don't worry laaa.. give her a couple of months in UK and she'll look well fed again!" AGAIN!!????? O_O I WILL PROVE ALL OF YOU WRONG WITH MY SUPER-COMPLETE-WITH-TRIM-GYM ACCOMMODATION! BLUEEK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Gonna have to start getting everything I need already.. I'm gonna need a huge suitcase to pack up my courage I tell you. It's gonna be so hard leaving everyone.. I plan to take my bolster with me. *smiles* and pictures.. Yeah Saran.. I'm gonna miss the nice warm weather here too.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh and Leonard.. I found out where I'm gonna go tomorrow morning already! Dad just sent me an sms to tell me we're gonna leave the house at 8.30am to go down to Klang for BAK KUT TEHHH!! XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Okay, Goodnitesss!! xoxo =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-2645873454704205854?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2645873454704205854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=2645873454704205854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/2645873454704205854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/2645873454704205854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/09/gah.html' title='Gah!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-5197883633712321370</id><published>2007-08-20T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T10:24:37.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've got nothing to blog about.. just goes to show how boring my life is right now.. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;People yelling at me to update my blog but I dunno what to say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;TIMBERLAND'S  A RIP-OFF LA!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh yes.. I cut my hair and now I look stoopid.. HAPPY LA U CLINTON RITE??!! AT LEAST I GOT HAIR OKAY!!! XD I lap you~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Leonard faster get back here la.. T_T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;AND EVERYONE ELSE TOOS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm working till Friday and then I'm off for good... I need to go back to the gym la.. and start preparing everything else.. Visa.. shopping.. gah! so boring! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kay I'm gonna go sleep now.. bye!! *kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-5197883633712321370?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5197883633712321370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=5197883633712321370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/5197883633712321370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/5197883633712321370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-got-nothing-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-3708681489130291490</id><published>2007-08-09T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T06:32:01.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesss!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Today... I got my results.. the deciding factor of my future.. Timberland for the next 5 years or studying in the Uk for the next 3 years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;AND I'M BLOODY GOING TO UK, BABY!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yes I cried like a biyatch.. hopped and skipped around and went huggin everyone in the store.. all during work but hey.. I DESERVED TO BE THAT HAPPY OKAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dad called me up an hour after I told him the news to say.. "ALREADY BOOKED THE FLIGHT TICKETS.. WE'RE LEAVING ON THE 25TH OF SEPTEMBER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;CLINTON WE GO BRISTOL TOGETHERRR!!! Oh shit... we're going to Bristol together.. *dies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thank you so much, all u lecturers.. never could've dunnit without ya'll.. I'll hug u guys on the 20th la.. hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And mom.. thanks for driving down all the way from Klang just to belanja me makan at Tony Romas.. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;AND I LOVE MY DADDY!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And PL2!! Doesn't need saying la.. I'll see you guys soon! *kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-3708681489130291490?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/3708681489130291490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=3708681489130291490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/3708681489130291490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/3708681489130291490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/yesss.html' title='Yesss!!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-8713552035245596975</id><published>2007-08-03T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T09:11:46.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geraldine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;One of my dearest friends, Geraldine, was diagnosed with leukemia yesterday. It's pretty bad cuz the doctor got her to start on chemo therapy right away and today at 9am, she did. Haven't got any news bout her, I'm so worried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Couldn't visit her today. The hospital's not allowing it at the moment. All I can do is pray. I feel so hopeless not being able to do more for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Geraldine, get better and hurry the hell up for F sakes!.. We need you here, dammit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;..We love you, darling! I love you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So very much!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-8713552035245596975?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8713552035245596975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=8713552035245596975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8713552035245596975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8713552035245596975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/geraldine.html' title='Geraldine'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-8159142161258916546</id><published>2007-08-01T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T07:32:07.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.. by Jun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stabbed by Jun Koay Takahashi. Haven't been reading many blogs lately so I just found out I've got 2 tags to do.. hahaha.. Sukie I'll do yours soon.. Mwakx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;INSTRUCTION :Bold the statements that are true to you.Italicize the statements that you WISH are true.Leave the fibs alone.Then, stab 5 people to do the same test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1) I miss somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2) I do not watch tv these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3) I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4) I love to play video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5) I have tried marijuana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6) I have been in a threesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7) I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8) I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9) I curse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10) I am totally smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11) I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12) I am paranoid sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13) I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;14) I need money right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) I love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16) I talk really, really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) I have long hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;18) I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) I have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;20) I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) I couldnt survive without Caller ID.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22) I like the way I look.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23) I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24) I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;25) I have a hidden talent.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26) I am always hyper.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27) I have a lot of friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28) I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29) I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;30) I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;31) I love to shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;32) Enjoy window shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;33) I would rather shop than eat.(then no need all them visits to the gym!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;34) I dont hate anyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;35) I am a pretty good dancer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;36) I am completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37) I have a cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;38) I believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;39) I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;40) I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;41) I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42) I have rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43) I want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;44) I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;45) I have called the cops on a friend before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;46) I am not allergic to anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47) I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;48) I am shy around members with the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49) I have made a move on a friend, significant other or crush in the past(not too distant past! hahaha!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50) I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;51) I own the South Park movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;52) I would die for my best friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;53) I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;54) I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;55) I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;56) Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;57) I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58) I am happy at this moment!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;59) I Ãm obsessed with girls/guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;60) I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;61) I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62) I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;63) I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64) I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;65) I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;66) I love sea turtles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;67) I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68) Plan on achieving a major goal dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;69) I am proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;70) I hate office jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;71) I love sci-fi movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72) I think water rules.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;73) I went college out of state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74) I like sausages.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;75) I love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;76) I fall for the worst people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;77) I adore bright colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;78) I cant live without black eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;80) I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;81) I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82) I can whistle&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;83) I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;84) &lt;strong&gt;I have ridden&lt;/strong&gt;/owned &lt;strong&gt;a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;85) I still have every journal I've written in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;86) I can stick to a diet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;87) I talk in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;88) I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;89) I have jazz in my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90) Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;91) I wear a toe ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;92) I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;93) I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94) I&lt;/strong&gt; cosplay or &lt;strong&gt;know what cosplaying is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;95) I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;96) I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;97) I am an artist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;98) I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;99) I like a person of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;100) I love being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Muahahaha!! My turn to poke people!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Sukie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Ferixx&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Li Peng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Priya Darling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Jojoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-8159142161258916546?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8159142161258916546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=8159142161258916546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8159142161258916546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8159142161258916546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/stabbed-by-jun-koay-takahashi.html' title='Tagged.. by Jun!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-1503250821088872163</id><published>2007-08-01T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T06:13:11.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates! XD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Okay la I should really update my blog.. tell the whole world what's been going on in Audrey Lim's life la.. nyehehe! I know I've not blogged bout kuching.. it's already been like.. almost a month!! Eff me! But I don't think I need to la ha.. cuz everyone already did and I'm pretty much gonna rewrite the whole event but only in my own words so I'll just post up more pictures in my next blog la.. haha! Thats so some ppl can curi them.. Kuching was the best trip though.. ate like pigs, enjoyed great music, great company, the lack of sleep.. the way too much Tuak.. (I don't really like it actually.. well maybe its cuz we got the lousy ones la.. and Saran!! tuak and sugar cane is yucky la!), the really nice house.. the really cute pets, the driving around, the farm, Makes Me Wonder, Rehab, dancing, Leonard Chew, pitcher plants (HAHAHA!), mosquito bites, great dinners, and just plain ol' FUN( J man)! I wanna go for next years' RAINFOREST WORLD MUSIC FEST!! I miss Kuching.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Working at Timberland now.. the one in Pyramid.. they pay pretty well.. they should since I work like a bloody slave over there.. (except real slaves don't get paid).. Haha! No it's okay la.. Got a whimp for a boss.. I get to smack him and push him around.. it's pretty fun working at Timberland actually! Got a couple of really cool people there too.. one of them a little lazy and loves leaving me in the shop alone to go jalaning. I can't work the cashier you see.. cuz I'm a part-timer.. so when customers wanna buy things and I can't contact that someone because she neatly puts her little handphone in the drawer of the counter before she happily skips out of Timberland to go shopping, they get impatient and start to complain!!!!.. I go crazy la.. stress my LIFE! And customers! Some of them ask the stupidest questions in the world like.. they take a pair of boots and call me over.. then they ask.. "umaa.. do you have this in pink?" and today one guy was trying out this pair of sandals.. he called me over and asked.. "umm.. why cant my toes reach the front of this?" " Umm.. I think it's cuz this pair's too big in size for you, sir.." "OH! got a smaller size ah?" HAHAHA! I get 55% discounts on everything but it's a lil stupid cuz I can't buy ANYTHING! Timberland is a great example of serious SEXISM in our modern world today! Did you know that there's only ONE women's top at the moment there? 6 shelves: Women shoes.. 2 shelves: Kids' Shoes.. 30 shelves for MENS! I swear if I bring Anne Oakley or some other random feminists there they'd prolly drown themselves in the highly overstocked shoe polishes we have there under a MINUTE! The job keeps me from getting fat and bumming round the house all day la.. SEE LEONARD! This is a great start for me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Supposed to go watch Menopause with the Hottie Porky and the Giddy of the Giddy Goats soon so I guess that's one event coming up.. Modelling agency in Bukit Bintang called me again today.. Might consider modelling a bit if they pay better than DIGI! BLOODY CHEAPSKATES!!! Hahaha.. like my mom said when Brandon wanted to model for his school.. "Listen.. if you want them to pay you properly just tell them.. I PROMISE YOU I can sell your product or whatever with this face of mine but I will only settle for *insertspecificamounthere* nothing more, nothing less... because you've got to show them that you know what you want.. it's all bout good business!!!" Of course I gagged at this later la.. It's Brandon la.. his face can't sell nuts!!! OMG, I'm so mean la! hehehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Results are coming out soon laaaa!! *hangs self* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm so tired! I need to go to the gym again soon.. haven't lost the result of eating too much in Kuching yet.. bluek! I'll blog again soon la.. post up pictures.. oh!! Heartbreaker by Matt Wertz is the cutest song ever!!! Timberland plays nice songs at least.. Always come home with a new song to download.. hahaha! Bands like Goo Goo dolls, Snow Patrol, Garbage, Maroon 5 and Aqualung's a great break from UMBRELLA ELLA ELLA AAAAAAA!! and HEY HEY YOU YOU AVRIL'S SUCH A LALA! (hehehe.. J Man: YOU YOU,I ,I) overplayed la them songs.. eeesh! OH! And I think the new lead singer of the Click 5 band looks better than the last one.. Jennyy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hahaha!! Okay bye!! XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-1503250821088872163?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/1503250821088872163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=1503250821088872163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/1503250821088872163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/1503250821088872163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/08/updates-xd.html' title='Updates! XD'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-4000766836346641657</id><published>2007-07-15T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T23:20:23.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'M AT KUCHING NOW!!!! weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Rainforest World Music Festival! mmmm~ I love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I love Leonard's place cuz of all the animals here la! This place reminds me so much of Sabah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'll go back in September to get my traditional Kadazan costume!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Goin home tomorrow.. =( This sucks..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But this trip IS the bomb.. cuz it's not over YET!! Having an affair with Kolo Mee!! nyahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Everything here's beautiful.. I wanna come back soon... My very first and BEST trip to Sarawak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Will blog bout the entire trip soon la.. It's so beautifully hot here+after makan like babi= Very lazy Audrey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And don't listen to Sukie.. there is NO drama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And Li Peng's a cheapskate!! I mean.. economical.. -____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Over n out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-4000766836346641657?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/4000766836346641657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=4000766836346641657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/4000766836346641657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/4000766836346641657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/07/kuching.html' title='Kuching!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-7147861396889523584</id><published>2007-07-06T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T10:50:24.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The human?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Daisaku Ikeda once said "It's easier to catch the wind with bare hands than to understand the human mind"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And he's right. Really.. what exactly do you people hope to achieve when you're rude to someone.. when you diss a person, when you back stab a person, bad-mouth, lie, cheat and hurt and hate? Why waste so much energy on the negative? What kind of benefits do you get from doing all these things? Can you sleep at night knowing that you've hurt someone? How can you sleep at night? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've experienced and seen horrible things people can do to one another. Best friends, family friends, family. The worlds of anger, animality, greed and hunger however, makes us human but none of these worlds have to necessarily be on the negative scale. Why can't we all feel angry towards the people destroying our environment, why cant we greed to obtain more people who will fight against this, hungry to see a change for the better.. see justice done and put our instincts into play.. to make this world a better place to live in? Why can't we? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Does it really boil down to the fact that we're all just human beings? We can't help wanting better lives. We all want to be different. We want to stand out above the crowd, be in the lime light, be the best. We are indeed naturally greedy and self-centred. The only difference is the choice of methods we use to obtain these things. It is us who decide to get what we want through hurting others or doing it the right way. No matter how much you have right now.. whether you get it by hard work or just plain cheating and lying, the plain truth is that you will die eventually.. and you bring NOTHING with you to the afterlife.. if there is one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Daisaku Ikeda also said "To experience absolute happiness, we must endure immense suffering.. suffer what there is to suffer, enjoy what there is to enjoy and regard both suffering and joy as a part of life" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Everything on earth is just temporary. The money you have, the property, everything! Not to say we should just give up since we're all gonna die anyway but why not obtain whatever it is that you want with sincerity.. and to do something great! Not just for yourself but for the world.. The journey may be painful but its worth it all when you reach your destination and you reach your goals in life.. because pain is a part of life anyway. At the end of the day. you don't take anything with you when you die. Material-wise. But you take along with you your honesty, your name, your reputation and everything people will remember you by.. you take along with you the love everyone has and will always have for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Knowing my experiences as a child, my mom asked me last night "Do you ever wish u were born in another family instead of this one?" The thing is we don't choose our families.. and no.. I'm glad I have my family here who've teached me everything I need to know to be one tough cookie. Because if your own family can do unimaginable things to you then the society is a very dangerous place. I know for a fact that I'm highly analitical about people and sometimes it's not that I wanna be but I can't help being this way. I also know for a fact that this will be my greatest downfall.. It's only up to me to change it. Because we all have a choice. The difference is whether you choose to ignore it or embrace it and then move forward to do something about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mom said "You're not very opened with your love for people. You love, yes but you never fail to build this invisible wall around you.. Who are you trying to protect you or the someone that you love..?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I really don't know. What I've been through as a child has had its effects on me. Not too much but there are nontheless. I'm not afraid of people judging me. The thing is I know myself but I don't know the things I'm capable of doing. And I never want to hurt anybody. I guess in a way I'm a coward. I don't want to risk losing the people I love and so I don't take risks. But I find myself taking many along the way and I guess we're all changing everyday in the process of our own human revolution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;We all live in the future. We do what we do in the present for the sake of our future. It's time that is slow. The future is already here.. we're just slow moving towards it. And I think I knew that I wouldn't have survived in this family if I didn't become the person that I am today. I do love who I am.. but that don't mean I don't hate some things about myself too. No one is ever perfect. Nothing in this world is perfect. We strive for perfection but perfection doesn't exist. But that doesn't mean we can't fight to change ourselves for the better everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So what do you get from hurting, cheating, dissing and lying to someone? I don't think you obtain anything that's going to make you a better person. You get what you want, oh most definately. But you will gain no respect, no love, no one. And when you die, you die alone. It's not just some crap about karma, it's a fact. You do not gain anything meaningful so why do it in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"If the minds of the people are impure, their land is also impure. If the minds of the people are pure then so is their land. It is not two lands, pure and impure in themselves. The difference lies solely in the good or evil of our minds."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It is not the environment that shapes us. We are the ones who make our environment the way we want it to. Blame ourselves, not the people around you. We have the choice to mould our world the way we want it to. Just because someone is bitchy towards you doesn't mean you should be the same towards him/her. Because you have a choice to alter the situation if you choose to do so. If you contribute to it and win the argument, it only makes you the bigger fool. The world's already filled with animosity and anger.. why should we contribute to it even more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-7147861396889523584?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/7147861396889523584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=7147861396889523584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/7147861396889523584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/7147861396889523584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/07/human.html' title='The human?'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-8174434438729514270</id><published>2007-06-30T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T10:25:07.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tagged by Priyaa! XD! I should do this now before I forget.. Sorry I took so looong!! Since I scored a 50 on your friends test.. I think I owe you also la! But then I just suck at friends tests.. naturally! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Questions from Prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Questions for the Guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1.What do you look at when you see a girl? The boobs or the butt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;2.How do you feel about plus size women? Would you date her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;3.Choose between your mom or you girlfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. Your place or mine tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;5.There is a hot gal at the party? How would you approach her? Would you do it if you are already attached?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;6.Where or what would you with your hot date if you are on a budget?7.She has a stain on her shirt at her chest area. Would you tell her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;8. She spends more time with her gay best fren that hang out wit you. Would you be jealous?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Questions for the Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1.What turns you on? Guys in boxers or guys in brief or nothing at all?2.Would you buy flowers 4 a guy as a present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;3.If your bf doesnt have a car, would you u drive him around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;4.Hot guy in a party, would you approach him? If yes, how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;5.Is size really that important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;6.He is the guy of your dreams.Would you play hard to get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;7.He is an hour late for your date. Would you still go out with him on that date or have a girls night out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;8.You burped when you are kissing. How would you handle this situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;--------*****--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1.What turns you on? Guys in boxers or guys in brief or nothing at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hmm.. well lets see.. I like takin things slow.. getting turned on and all.. so I'd have to say guy in briefs.. of course u take it off after a while la.. hehe. Naked just like that's too big of an impact.. scary! Boxers are boring! they're like.. what guys wear to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;2.Would you buy flowers 4 a guy as a present?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Depends on the guy.. If he's one who would appreciate flowers then maybe.. Buying flowers for a guy would be the last thing on my mind though.. but I would if I run out of ideas on what else to get! XD (Don't worry guys I never run out of ideas!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;3.If your bf doesnt have a car, would you u drive him around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Of course!! It's the 21st century for F sakes! Plus I love driving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;4.Hot guy in a party, would you approach him? If yes, how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I wouldn't approach him.. I still like a guy to make the first move.. very girly, I know!.. But if I had to make the first move then I'd prolly just wait till he's dancin and then come in for the kill.. MUAHAHAHA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;5.Is size really that important?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;What size are we talking about here haaaa.. Nothing naughty right? Cuz Priya's answers ah... haiyooo.. hahahahahha!! Well size don't really matter.. I look at the heart first.. I'd rather have someone who will treat me right than someone whose.. umm.. just big.. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;6.He is the guy of your dreams.Would you play hard to get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hmmmmm.. I love teasing la.. HAHAHAHA! I'd play hard to get but not too hard.. Cuz if he's the guy of my dreams then I'd want him as soon as possible.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;7.He is an hour late for your date. Would you still go out with him on that date or have a girls night out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'll go out with em.. cuz I'm sure he's got a good reason for it la.. But don't make it a habit! Lol!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;8.You burped when you are kissing. How would you handle this situation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Aiyaaa.. 80% of what I eat's always sweet so even if I do burp it wouldn't be so bad la.. Just continue kissing.. It'll take his mind off my lil accident!!! Also cuz I love kissing and no amount of burping's gonna make me stop!! nyahahha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-8174434438729514270?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8174434438729514270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=8174434438729514270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8174434438729514270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8174434438729514270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/06/tagged-by-priyaa-xd-i-should-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-6606554198478563622</id><published>2007-06-27T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:29:26.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Redang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOUmY2nWuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Gd3yMS8_Vic/s1600-h/IMG_0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081068191831513826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOUmY2nWuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Gd3yMS8_Vic/s320/IMG_0916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You know the holidays are here when certain people start coming up with words like "mencibaikan" and then think that it is the best thing since the invention of the wheel.. Li Peng.. get a job la aiya! *kisses* hehehe! AND NO! No starbucks vouchers we're goin shopping to find a really nice you-know-what for you-know-who.. so since you're ditching J-Man and me for melacca you better pay up in double!! NYAHAHA!.. And you know missing your classmates is taking a toll on your mental state when certain people call you up just to go "NYAHAHAHAHAHA" then hang up.. and you think it's the most thoughtful thing in the world! Clinton ahhh!! No go NS nya, onegaishimasu!! YOU TOO LA LEONARD!! As if I'm not missing u people enough already.. SOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh yeah!! so Redang!! Best holiday I've had since.. FOREVER! I miss nasi dagang!!!! omagod.. ENLI WAIL WITH ME LAA!!! Camwhored with everyone from the beginning of the trip to the end. Got like 300+ pictures. The journey there was... cold. Hahaha! The bus was cold,.. the ferry was freezing.. All I had was my ugly pink sweater.. and LEONARD!! Thank God for Leonard else I'd freeze to death! Hahaha! But I don't deny.. Despite the freezingness of it all, the journey there was great.. I enjoyed every moment with my darlings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Redang was beautiful!!! HEAVEN ON EARTH!!! Everyone should go there.. EVERYONE MUST GO THERE! And go snorkelling.. swimming!.. and then devour all that beauty with those two balls.. (the eyes la wad u ppl thinking) and fix it in your memory and then come back with a mission to make sure that it stays that way FOREVER!!! Stop pollution... stop global warming.. The world is now having it's green world awareness.. do something during the holidays to help la please. Recycling and minimising the use of your air cond's good enough okay! The world needs you, dammit!.. AND NO I AM NOT JOKING!!! What goes around comes around, people!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Okay then, moving on~ Food was great la.. I miss that tom yam soup.. and that ikan bakar.. haha! And that limau drink.. aaaargh!! I miss the sotong and the fried eggs also la!! I miss REDANG.. very badly.. And all the friends that came along on this trip make me miss it even more.. I've never been to Redang before this, so now that place is gonna officially be the storage of memories between all of you and me.. for me anyway.. =) If I ever go back there.. I'll sit at that same spot we all sat together that first night.. and sing all the songs we sang.. and I'd be too busy reliving and reminiscing that beautiful moment to notice people staring.. and even if I do notice them.. I wouldn't give a damn. I'm gonna miss all of you.. so so much! OKAY STOP THE EMO!!! omagod!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lets see.. what did we do there? Swam alot.. went to hunt for fishes near the rocks.. end up getting cuts everywhere.. Zaim and his horny moments with some random adorable kitten.. OMG MAN IT'S ONLY A KITTEN!! You just HAD to go use it to humour your dirty mind right... no, excuse me.. OUR dirty minds.. hahahaha!! That was funny!! We ate A LOT.. The kuaci!! Who could forget that bag of kuaci la! LOL!.. Got 2 rooms.. the girls were the messy ones.. the boys.. so neat!! I'd rather sleep in the guys room la seriously cuz the girls room always gets so warm! Mel hates the cold.. haha! But I was sleepin like the dead anyway.. always so tired from swimming and running everywhere during the day.. We had so much fun la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The most memorable part of the first night was Zaim getting drunk.. walkin without balance.. talkin bout how much he loves us all.. "Leonard! If it wasn't for you I'd never get a C for law.. thank you!! AND YOU!*points at En Li* you help me with my grammar! I appreciate it!.. I LOVE ALL OF YOU!! You are all my great friends!!" then he sees a kitten on the way back to the hotel room.. "NO LET ME GO!! THE KITTEN WANTS TO EAT, HE'S HUNGRY!! Come here!! miaoooo miaoooo!!" HAHAHAHAH! I love Zaim.. he's the best! "NO I can walk trust me just let me go I'll show you" and we let him gooo... "YOU SEE, I told you guys I'm okay!!" *stumbles!!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Had this hotdog in the hotel 3 lunches in a row.. and we ate at the same place every dinner.. and we never fail to order the tom yam soup cuz it's so yummy! haha.. We were pretty badly burnt.. all of us.. the first day itself! So En Li got this Banana Boat aloe vera gel thing and I dumped in in the fridge so at night I'd be the one smothering the orgasmic, heavenly substance on everyone's backs.. the result? a whole lotta MOANING! *blushes* Especially En Li la OMG! Control yourself la, woman! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Went snorkelling on the 3rd day.. that was the best.. went to 5 different spots and they were all fantastic. No words could describe the emotions I felt when I saw a turtle for the first time.. haha! I got to hold and kiss a baby one.. My life is complete!! Got to swim with millions of fishes.. touch them, feed them.. get bitten by them.. but I'm not complaining.. I loved every moment with them.. The corals were fantastic.. And all this while I thought you could only find these things if you went great lengths to do so. Like the marine biologists.. LOL! Being able to witness these things first hand made me feel like I was doing my own documentary on the discovery channel.. HAHAHA! It was a very exciting experience! I really wanna go back there soon la! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;So many things happened .. but I shall not reveal all.. mostly due to my laziness so I shall post up pictures instead! hehe! Felt empty yet so fulfilled when it was time for us to leave for KL again.. our 4 day 3 night stay seemed to have vanish almost immediately yet leaving so much behind for us to hold on to.. Memories that will last a lifetime! We must see each other again soon.. corny but yes.. we're friends forever, people! I LOVE ALL OF YOU!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1.My undying gratitude to En Li's mom! Thanks for feeding us, providing transport at 5AM and letting us crash at your home.. MUAAAHHXX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. To Joe.. I LOVE YOUR HOME LA YOU ORANG KAYA!!! Thanks for accommodating us.. Mel, Wayne and me.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. Utmost appreciation to Zaim who made the Redang trip happen.. Thanks for taking care of all of us! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. Clarence,.. thanks for your breakfast!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. I Love You, Leonard! Muaaaaxx!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. Gary and Tiny! Thanks for the laughs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. Clinton, my stupid brother! Thanks for carrying my bag all the time.. NOT THAT I NEEDED ANY HELP!! I'm sorry,.. no.. thank you, really! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;8. Mel and En Li.. thank God for u 2 else I'd be the only girl there! En Li thanks for the Banana Boat.. Mel thanks for the hugs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;9. Now everyone MUST thank me for the massages and back rubs!! Nyahaha! *kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081065971333421666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOSlI2nWmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zMXwc5GEZZE/s320/IMG_0847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Clinton being stupid. Bus on our way to KT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081066280571066994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOS3I2nWnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/qytlwERsFy4/s320/IMG_0877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wayne and Joe.. round 5am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081066581218777730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOTIo2nWoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/NpxSIxNvMKw/s320/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Leonard Emo.. Westlife or BSB, darling? LOL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081066899046357650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOTbI2nWpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EoxnrOGHXXg/s320/IMG_0895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;DumDum and Stoopid!! *hugs!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081067152449428130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOTp42nWqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/69YwbJVu7gs/s320/IMG_0902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The girls! Looove the background!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081067410147465906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOT442nWrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/8G-lYGDPslg/s320/IMG_0906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Clinton... again! -_-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081067629190798018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOUFo2nWsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/KltdA3TD0Z8/s320/IMG_0911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Posers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081067895478770386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOUVI2nWtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/afp67Y2WUv0/s320/IMG_0926.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I love the sand in Redang! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081068380810074866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOUxY2nWvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/FzFWauqfnuY/s320/IMG_0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Babes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081068638508112642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOVAY2nWwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IDoVlga38UM/s320/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;In bout 2 seconds I'll be sitting on him! NYAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081070833236401010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOXAI2nW3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/6claAtqivYc/s320/IMG_1014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;GARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081071284207967122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOXaY2nW5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/clI36WFqIfQ/s320/IMG_1017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just realised something.. I've never owned a pair of shades! This is very sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081071056574700418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOXNI2nW4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/39L73okL-3Y/s320/IMG_1016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Gary and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081071464596593570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOXk42nW6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/LLMeJyrpCDU/s320/IMG_1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My lunch.. 3 days in a row! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081072083071884242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOYI42nW9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/FFNDHR40HPQ/s320/IMG_1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Our graduation sand man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081068994990398226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOVVI2nWxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/X_77TQudU_U/s320/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Melly and me! Shmellanie!! XD! Muaaaahhx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081069317112945442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOVn42nWyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/g6ht5O0t5f0/s320/IMG_0962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dummyyyyyy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081069553336146738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOV1o2nWzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ZwalP1APfHI/s320/IMG_0958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wayne and Joe again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081070274890652482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOWfo2nW0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/mcOvOM__diI/s320/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lala BAKAR! heeeeeeheeeeheeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081070493933984594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOWsY2nW1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/VSkZ7kNer5E/s320/IMG_1007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tiny.. He can't swim.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081071675049991090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOXxI2nW7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/BGfULlBk5TA/s320/IMG_1059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I found J Man's sidekick!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081071911273192386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOX-42nW8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/_9e8cD7JHP0/s320/IMG_1060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The Guys playing Mah Jong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081072529748483042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOYi42nW-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/h3Z2F1mYiXo/s320/IMG_1079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Zaim.. I think he's waiting for the kitten.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081073019374754802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOY_Y2nW_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/OOUKqzyVzCA/s320/IMG_1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hungry Wayne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081074415239126034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOaQo2nXBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-UY3W7_fSEw/s320/IMG_1080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Going Snorkelling!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081073234123119618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOZL42nXAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/WUKgv7ou-vg/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;On the boat to our first snorkelling spot.. Were we saw the turtle.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081075342952062034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoObGo2nXFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/1bwllIoDzA0/s320/IMG_1112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Eating dinner at the restaurant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081075111023828034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOa5I2nXEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/raqAi0X-VHc/s320/IMG_1111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Leonardy and me! Burnt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081075987197156466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoObsI2nXHI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LhFVfFJO740/s320/IMG_1100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mel, En and Gary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081077198377933986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOcyo2nXKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/SFF-GSJToqU/s320/IMG_1078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Playing Uno in the guys room.. Gary and me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081075776743758946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoObf42nXGI/AAAAAAAAAKM/H0AxdZV9BF4/s320/IMG_1113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Just like glass... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081074883390561330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOar42nXDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/mpQEb3cZpDw/s320/IMG_1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The penyu and Steve Irwin wannabe.. what was his name again? Robert? He's so cute!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081074617102588962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOacY2nXCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/wOKum5Epq3o/s320/IMG_1122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Leaving Redang.. En Li praying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081076841895648386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOcd42nXII/AAAAAAAAAKc/S2rG96VK_YI/s320/IMG_1131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Walking around KT.. trying to find KFC!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081076992219503762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOcmo2nXJI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0v---vDZ1Ic/s320/IMG_1167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ugliest Arabian chick ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081077872687799490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOdZ42nXMI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YxR4pk8DrfA/s320/IMG_1158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wennurd and Audwee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081077486140742834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOdDY2nXLI/AAAAAAAAAK0/mhsdYCvKnac/s320/IMG_1163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The stupid face Audrey can't stand and wants to slap!! hahaha! muaaahhx!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081070682912545634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOW3Y2nW2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/fgX5jJ_WzO0/s320/IMG_1010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;MUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAXXXXXXX!! I MISS YOUU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Oh yes,.. and last but not least!! EN LI I WANT PICTURES LA DAMMIT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thats all folks! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-6606554198478563622?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6606554198478563622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=6606554198478563622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/6606554198478563622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/6606554198478563622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/06/redang.html' title='Redang'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RoOUmY2nWuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Gd3yMS8_Vic/s72-c/IMG_0916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9293167.post-2043325212342853229</id><published>2007-06-24T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:29:31.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;                            &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; Super Long Post Ahead!!! Its all the pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;*Stretchesss!!!* I'm so tired.. Just got back from Redang.. please la all u people, go there.. It's so beautiful! And don't go there and not go snorkelling cuz then you'd just be wasting your time.. hahaha! I got to see a turtle.. got to touch and kiss a baby one.. swam with many many fishies,.. and God, don't lemme get started with how beautiful the corals are.. and the seacucumbers! They were so cute!! I know la Mel and En would never agree with this but the guys had a great time with them la.. -_-.. boys~ my life is complete, seriously.. I can die happy.. =) I'll blog bout Redang soon.. I've not done anything for prom.. and Prom was fantastic so I shall blog bout it now.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Everyone looked absolutely gorgeous.. what a perfect way to end A levels.. It was such a bitter sweet feeling, sitting down at your table next to your prom date, Mr. Always-Smell-Nice, lookin around thinkin that this is the last time.. the very last time you'll see these faces.. altogether.. laughing the same way we do everyday for the past 1 1/2 years.. those laughter that I'm gonna miss so terribly.. OH MY GOD WHAT AM I GONNA DO LAAAA?!! Gotta get used to it.. I'll get used to it.. eventually I will.. I hope I will.. BLAH!! This sucks! But in a way it's good cuz I couldn;t stop takin pictures that night.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I shall talk bout prom now.. En Li, Lips and I went to Peek-a-boo to do our hair and then to Shu Uemura to do our make up.. great time we had la.. of course other than the fact that we were obsessed bout our hair getting messed up after it was done so we walked round BV like freakin robots, squealing when the wind blew and where there were loads of people in a shop we wouldn't dare go in even when our hands were itching to touch pretty shoes and jewelleries.. yeah it was great la..SUCH GIRLS LA I SWEAR! I'm ashamed! haha! But it was only for 1 night.. I am not going through that till.. well next year la.. I don't think I'll have the strength to do that all over again anytime soon!! I loved my dress.. and I had to wear high heels for the first time.. went pretty well actually.. I didn't trip! YAY! I had to drive the naza cuz my dad said.. "Audrey u goin to your prom u gotta arrive in style" Seriously what style.. that car is huge and tricky to drive esp. in small places like BANGSAR VILLAGE!! OMG la..moodafooka.. but dad said.. "Yeah and also cuz u comin home late so u gotta drive the naza to look like some big shot mafia then no one would kacau u".. haiya.. okay la!! hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;We were an hour late for prom.. we started getting ready at like.. 2pm okay.. to be an hour late for prom is.. kinda stupid but we arrived on time for dinner la so no complains.. we were STARVING!! I think we were late cuz of me too la.. I've never done anything like this before la okay.. HAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My prom date looked really good!! So who gives 2 effs bout glitter on his hair he looked hot that night didn't you, Mr Leonard Chew? hahaha! Okay la.. Girls, you did a great job with em! hehehe! Food wasn't that bad either.. I enjoyed it.. everyone looked so good.. I'll post up pictures later..=) loads of em!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Music was pretty okay even though there were some technical errors.. the voting for prom king/queen/best dressed and all that was well.. a little nonsensicle but you know.. people got vouchers and pretty teddy bears and everyone had a good time so it's all good. En Li and Juin Nik had a moment together.. HAHAHAHAHA! ok shutting up.. pics later.. Not bad for my first prom la.. Enjoyed it loads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to Loft right after.. clubbin!! Danced till my feet ached but I was having too much fun to care!.. It was like A Levels prom after party there that night cuz many taylorians went there after prom. Maison was packed la thats why.. hahaha! I didn't drink much.. more coke than anything.. I had to drive a truckload of people I love back to subang ba. Got energy to mamak summore after Loft.. I got back at 5am and started packing for Redang.. hahaha! But this I shall continue in my next blog.. maybe tomorrow la.. I wanna go sleep summore.. yesh I am a piggy!.. XD! Pictures!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079624029621283842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn5zJFYdbAI/AAAAAAAAABk/HblTlV14P38/s320/IMG_0638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;En Li and me at Peek-a-Boo..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079624635211672594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn5zsVYdbBI/AAAAAAAAABs/_GX5ks-LvyM/s320/IMG_0639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lips.. the guy made her hair look like crop circles.. hehehe.. so cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079624802715397154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn5z2FYdbCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/v2BWK_pvglc/s320/IMG_0647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The pretty girls.. esp. Lips la.. You were so hot! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079624987398990898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn50A1YdbDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GJ3V-W6DPu8/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Camwhore in En's mom's car~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079625197852388418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn50NFYdbEI/AAAAAAAAACE/hcs3n4KbNSA/s320/IMG_0664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Gorgeous Suk Yein and me.. The dress was not revealing la haiyo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079625356766178386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn50WVYdbFI/AAAAAAAAACM/sfnW9Uu29BI/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Gary!!!!!!!!!!!! (cue to scream like idiots now) WUAAAARRRRGH!!! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079625756198136930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn50tlYdbGI/AAAAAAAAACU/ngk0_4rAFtk/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;J-Man lookin more like the sophisticated version of wonder woman la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079625962356567154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn505lYdbHI/AAAAAAAAACc/QNAbfM3HWac/s320/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;My Prom Date!!! Shoo hot, kan? =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079626284479114370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn51MVYdbII/AAAAAAAAACk/rWlSU97zQrM/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hong Ta and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079626494932511890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn51YlYdbJI/AAAAAAAAACs/1foeeWUgIQM/s320/IMG_0674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sexy Melanie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079626713975844002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn51lVYdbKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Sn7Jp8xSVuA/s320/IMG_0681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Clinton being a dumdum.. very common~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079627048983293106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn5141YdbLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/ndgm5AoqTj4/s320/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Me and shtoopid! *hugsies!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079627839257275586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn52m1YdbMI/AAAAAAAAADE/vDcG3GvX7kE/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Joe Bang Bang and me.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079628629531258066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn53U1YdbNI/AAAAAAAAADM/bzU-IUyol18/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Melanie again! =) So hot for what la you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079629780582493410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn54X1YdbOI/AAAAAAAAADU/5vRJNPLda60/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sexy Saran and me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079630437712489714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn54-FYdbPI/AAAAAAAAADc/55Xlbku3KxI/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sooo Wrong #1 (En Li and Juin Nik)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079630656755821826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn55K1YdbQI/AAAAAAAAADk/mK0PFxiigE4/s320/IMG_0702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;SOOOOOOOOOO wrong #2 (En and Juin Nik.. again!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079638198718393618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6AB1YdbRI/AAAAAAAAADs/aw7KBHgN6Ns/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mr president and Miss president!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079638447826496802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6AQVYdbSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uCdCpWwMJek/s320/IMG_0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Wennurdy and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079638757064142130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6AiVYdbTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ecXcmiPZS98/s320/IMG_0711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;MISS ANNE!!! OMFG I'm gonna miss her so much!!! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079638950337670466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6AtlYdbUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/i2OLLhdat-s/s320/IMG_0718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ben and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079639117841395026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6A3VYdbVI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LkZwMV2DRoQ/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The gorgeous girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079639886640541026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6BkFYdbWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ajcaaxt1uDc/s320/IMG_0743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lucky Clinton ahhh!! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079641415648898418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6C9FYdbXI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BfEVmPr16ek/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sexy and Hotness Naz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079642304707128706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6Dw1YdbYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Tcwtpkglmq4/s320/IMG_0755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Priya and Chrish looked amazing!! Loved Priya's dress!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079644173017902498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6FdlYdbaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dJhNbR-L5uY/s320/IMG_0766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nim Nim and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079644456485744050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6FuFYdbbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BIXWL3RFwjE/s320/IMG_0770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mr chew.. POSER! =D *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079644847327768002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6GE1YdbcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/mGADjv2pOQE/s320/IMG_0772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Poser Joshua.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079645534522535378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6Gs1YdbdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/dcf7ze942yI/s320/IMG_0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The face la Clinton.. Always with the face la! At Loft!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079645779335671266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6G7FYdbeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/I8tVtLykPh8/s320/IMG_0782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079646767178149362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6H0lYdbfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/5Knv2z00eZs/s320/IMG_0799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Dancing Crazy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079647394243374594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6IZFYdbgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MLmc6CS0zys/s320/IMG_0826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Naz sleeping! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079648059963305490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6I_1YdbhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NVUbsJyTBr0/s320/IMG_0831.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;SEXY MUTANG TAGAL! OMG la woman what's your problem!!??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079648236056964642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6JKFYdbiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ZSh6h2cMtRw/s320/IMG_0833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;More sexy girls at Loft.. Yes.. Ronald is a girl! MUAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079648931841666610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn6JylYdbjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/sFrhl7xV2OQ/s320/IMG_0841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kissessss!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;CIAO DA MAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-2043325212342853229?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2043325212342853229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=2043325212342853229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/2043325212342853229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/2043325212342853229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/06/prom.html' title='Prom'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rn5zJFYdbAI/AAAAAAAAABk/HblTlV14P38/s72-c/IMG_0638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9293167.post-8566652278400093322</id><published>2007-06-14T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T06:22:55.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAHHH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVERRRRR!! No more late nights.. no more coffee.. no more being afraid to eat.. I had a bad experience once during SPM when I ate something bad and had to go to the toilet.. couldn't finish my essay in time.. ehehehh.. It was horrible la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lit was okay.. I felt pretty good after the paper.. so good that the moment I got home I practically dumped my brother in the car and got him to drive to 1U where I went SHOPPING!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE my dress.. OH MY GOD! I love it so much.. it's so pretty and it makes me look as if I've got an ass when I actually don't!! XD! I think I over spent a little.. okay la a lot actually.. T_T I CAN'T WAIT FOR PROM NOW.. AND THEN REDANG!!!!! I want ze beach!!! MAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Temporary high at the moment la.. hahaha! Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Econs people!! Good luck for your final paper!! Guys.. good luck in finding outfits.. Girls.. ENVY ME AND MY NEW DRESSS!!! XD!! HAHAHA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;*KISSES THE WORLD* I AM VERY HUNGRY NOWWWW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;MY BROTHER'S A BLOODY GENIUS!! I LOVE YOU LAAAAAAAAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-8566652278400093322?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/8566652278400093322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=8566652278400093322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8566652278400093322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/8566652278400093322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/06/aaaaaaaahhh.html' title='AAAAAAAAHHH!!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-353285869192839901</id><published>2007-06-13T00:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T00:47:49.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thank you JUN KOAY TAKAHASHI for Orlando-fying my blog for me.. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Now I feel like a friggin stalker.. but hey, it's orlando bloom.. Im not complaining.. *grins*'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;JUN YOU DA BEST LA!! You know.. I'm bloody lazy when it comes to "Pimpin" up my blog like Jun does.. If she didn't do all these things for me I'll prolly be stuck with the lameass skin blogger provides us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Last day of exams tomorrow.. after that.. SHOPPING!!!!!!! With Brandon.. -__-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Okay la I'm not complaining bout this either cuz the boy shops better than I do. He's got better taste in stuff than I do too. WELL NO ONE CAN BLAME ME OKAY! I didn't ask to be born as the only girl among my siblings leading to a super boring, over-protected life! But I know all they're trying to do is care la.. so it's okay.. I'll stay outta trouble.. I'll come home early.. i won't go out for long hours cuz I do love my family.. God, I'm such a good girl.. (bullshit!.. YOU THINK I DUNNO MYSELF IS IT ALL U PEOPLE READING MY BLOG??! HA??!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"You know Audrey.. these days when I look at you I think of... a stick.. like.. a.. a stick la.. U know why?.. cuz you're so flat.. flat ass, flat tummy, flat hair.. FLAT EVERYTHING! It's a good thing you've got boobs though cuz if they were flat too u mite as well become a lala.."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;EXCUSE ME, BRANDON LIM TZU WEI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That's like the great great great grandmother of ALL insults okay!!! But you know.. I will be nice and not pound him.. not yet.. After he gets me my dress and blingy stuff people get for stupid prom THEN i'll beat him up la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Note to self: FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, GET YOUR ASS BACK LA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I need to get back to studying Chaucer cuz I'm screwed tomorrow If I dunno what "riseth the sun" symbolises.. Wait where did that line come from?.. I don't think it even exists! OKay I'm pretty much screwed la.. ciaozz!! XD!&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/9293167-353285869192839901?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/353285869192839901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=353285869192839901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/353285869192839901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/353285869192839901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-you-jun-koay-takahashi-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-5564635308261569774</id><published>2007-06-04T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T04:36:40.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought I Knew You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"We're not in a relationship anymore but.. I hope that you won't get into another relationship anytime soon because if you do.. I will not be happy for you. The moment you get into another relationship, you will never hear from me or see me ever again. I'll be out of your life forever.. including as a friend!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"How can you expect me to be happy for you when I'm upset bout the fact that I've lost you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's funny.. When you're with someone you think you know every inch of who they are. And the thought of them hurting you like this would never DARE cross your mind. I'm glad it's over. A person as selfish as you should NEVER deserve ANYONE! Being hurt over the fact that we're no longer together doesn't give you any reason to act so cold towards me! I hope you'll change one day.. and then find someone daring enough to love you again.. please love the next one better than you've ever loved me.. That is if u ever did love me.. I still wish you the best and pray that you'll be happy no matter what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Should I ever find myself loving another one day, I shall not need or seek for your blessings because I'm already blessed! Even if it means losing your friendship, I will continue to live my life the way I WANT TO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I SUGGEST listening to "How to touch a Girl"by Jojo a gazillion times and then deflate that ego of yours a little if at ALL IT IS POSSIBLE!!!!!!!! BLAH!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm PMStic and I'm hungry!! STAY AWAY FROM ME!! *waves chainsaw about* hahahahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;*kisses everyone* What would I ever do without u guys! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-5564635308261569774?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/5564635308261569774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=5564635308261569774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/5564635308261569774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/5564635308261569774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/06/thought-i-knew-you.html' title='Thought I Knew You..'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-1402919610408988491</id><published>2007-06-01T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T04:35:04.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired and Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I've been tagged yet again.. this time by Jen Jen.. I've not been sleepin enough/ well.. I have funny dreams almost every night! Sorry bout that mornin, Leonard! HAHAHAHA!! I'm so screwed la.. I can't wait for exams to finish and I still got 4 papers to sit for! x__x &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sat for literature 3 today.. the last paper I'm resitting.. It's all A2 now.. It was.. well I felt I could've done better la.. Hopefully what I gave in there is enough.. I hope my examiner gets lucky the night before he marks my paper la AHYOOO!! Lately some weirdo's been driving to my house late at night and would then scream my name at the top of his voice and then zoom off.. SWTNESS! Scary la you know!! If you got so much time to stalk me please take some time off to look for a life la. You'd be doing the world a big big favour.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks for telling me that Josh Groban will be makin an appearance in Malaysia in October, Lipsness.. More reasons to feel depressed! hahaha! There's no food in the house!!!!!! But then it's like this all the time.. everyone's too busy to go shopping.. I would do it but I would buy irrelevant things like a whole bucket of nata de coco and heaps of seaweed and chocolate to munch on.. and then my mom would start complaining bout me wanting to kill myself faster with junkfood. Blah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Okay I shall stop talkin now and do this tag thing.. XD! FELIX AKON HAS LULULU IN HIS NAME!! HAHAHAHAHA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Taggies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Seven Things I'm Experiencing Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- PMS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- The Biggest stress factor of my life.. A2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Hallucination.. oh wait I experience that all the time. mahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Debate with Joe bout my boobs.. THEY'RE REAL OKAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Agony.. Cat tried to kill me again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Deprivation of sleep and food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Can't find my favourite underwear!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. Seven Things I'm Thinking About Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Hugs.. I need hugs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Shrek 3 and Pirates of the Caribbean 3.. SOB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Law paper 3 and 4 *shivers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-Gym.. I feel flabby.. XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My favourite Underwear!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Redang.. Oh my God I need a Holiday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Starbucks Coffee.. *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. Seven Things I'm Worrying About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Not getting into Uni.. AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My vanishing butt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My cat's weight.. and her very disproportionate head(to her body)! mahahhaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Getting my studies done in time for Law exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- The fact that girls actually think Brandon's cute! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- The stalker guy.. O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- What to wear for Prom.. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. Seven Things I'm Happy About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- The fact that I have great friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- The fact that I have the best mommy and daddy ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My brother promising to get the new CK In2It for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My cat.. she makes me happy.. most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My Lucky.. never lets me down.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My life in general!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My maid just found my underwear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Seven people I Treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Orlando Bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Mommy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-Junny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-All my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My Grandma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My pets.. (not people.. but they're family!.. haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. Seven Things I Always Touch/ Come In Contact With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My friends!! I love to hug all of them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Ma Phone!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Brandon's iPod cuz no one wants to get me one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My Computer.. where would life be without it?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My Orlando Posters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My Body Shop Lipbalms n lipgloss.. mmmmmm~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My cookbooks!!! Esp. my dessert one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. Seven things I Want To Improve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My Abs!! I want like.. the pacs the men got in 300!! hahaha.. no I'm kiddin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My maturity level.. HAHAHAHA! as if!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My ass!!! I swear it disappeared!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Studies.. I need to study more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Camwhore skills.. HAHAHAHA!! Saran and Jen Jen, teach me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Fashion sense.. I'm very boring.. Jun knows la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My hugs.. to the point where people just cant get enough cuz I can't get enough!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;8. Seven Things I'm Strong In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Drawing Anime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Lazing around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;-Hugging people.. HAHAHAHAHA!! I'M DEPRIVED OF HUGS, KAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Identifying perfumes.. XD! I love smells.. ONLY GOOD ONES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Cooking.. desserts especially!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Drinkin!! HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Carrying groceries! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;9. Seven Things I'm Weak In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Consoling people.. I suck at it! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- True Friends tests.. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Getting mad.. I just can't get mad for long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Controlling myself when I see lipglosses!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Taking Pictures!! peh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Remembering Aimi.. hahaha!.. ooh. I just did!! YAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Remembering ANYTHING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;10. Seven Things I Adore Eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- SUSHI!!! Jap Foods la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Cow!! It's better than LAMB!!! muaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Ice Cream.. I'd die for Ice Cream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Famous Amos cookies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Nata de coco.. Don't ask okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Chocolate! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Salads! Yes I've learnt to love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Seven Things I Adore Drinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- CINCAU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Starbucks- raspberry n caramel frap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Vodka!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Chivas!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- TEQUILAAAA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Ribena.. I dunno why!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- baileyyyyyyyyyys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;12. Seven Things I Detest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Cockroaches!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Worms.. *shivers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Leeches.. Saran.. if u wanna climb Mt Kinabalu.. b careful cuz leeches fall from the trees!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- People who bitch bout other people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Animal Abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Abuse in general!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- People takin my stuff without askin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;13. Seven Things I Cannot Live Without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Sugar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Hugs and kisses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Cute guys~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My bolster.. can't sleep without it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- The people I love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;My phone.. yeah my dad would kill me if I ever forget to bring it with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;14. Seven Things I Fear To Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My baby pictures!! OH MY GOD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Home videos when I was younger.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My polka dot undies.. I think they're cute but they're embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Me getting mad.. not pretty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My brothers altogether! I'll never show my face in public ever again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- i got nothing more laaa.. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;15. Seven Things I'll Never Want To Talk About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- I don't wanna talk about it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;16. Seven Things I Want To Do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; HUG PEOPLE!! OH MY GOD SOMEONE HUG ME LA PLEASE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Go to Redang.. I LOVE THE BEACH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Go drinkin and clubbin with frens.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Get my ass back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Buy more underwear.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Take shopping lessons from Brandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Expand my club!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;17. Seven Things I Will Never Play Around When/ With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Fire.. bad experience!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- People's feelings or friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- When my parents are having a bad day at work.. scary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Brandon's Hair (VAIN POT!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Lucky when he's being protective over his bone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Sushi when she's cranky.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Dad's stuff.. he's really fussy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;18. Seven Things I wonder About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Where my big hips come from..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- How they got so big..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Where my jelly arms come from.. Leonard stop amusing yourself with them ah! hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- What's for dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- What song to download next..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Why is sushi's head so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- What made Li Peng and Aimi the way they are.. socialisation in childhood? or perhaps the lack of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;19. Seven Things I Hope My Friends Would Respond To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My hugs.. THEY MUST HUG BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Bum smacking! If they react to it.. I'd be happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;20. Seven Things (Or People) I would Love to See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Orlando Bloom!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Toes.. (*wink* Li Peng) hahahahaha!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- My Grandma.. I miss her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- A shooting star! blah!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Clinton in a dress.. I DREAMT BOUT IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Dying of the lala trend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- JUN!! Oh my God woman faster come back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;21. Seven People I Want To Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;Jun.. muahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Felix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Priya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Sukie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Jojoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- J-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;- Siao Leng! 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AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yup.. tagged by sukie again.. hahaha.. It's okay la darling.. I need a little destressing.. this looked like fun.. Ahyoo.. I can't believe it's the last day of college man.. I told myself yesterday that I wouldn't cry today and today I FAILED HORRIBLY! I blame Miss Anne and her emo speech and En Li with her drama rama.. whatever la.. we'll still see each other after this.. we better make the best out of every time we have left.. I'll die without PL2 la.. T__T HOW LAAAA!!!? We better keep in touch you people.. It's gonna be so hard! SOOOOBSNIIFFF*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But anyway back to the tag..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;NAME 20 PEOPLE OFF THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Sukie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;2. Li Peng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;3. Leonardy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;4. Saran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;5. Aimi (funny.. usually I never remember her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;6. Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;7. Brandon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;8. Gary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;9. Zaim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;10. Felix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;11. Michelle Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;12. Wai Siao Leng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;13. Junny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;14. Jojoe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;15. Melanie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;16. Tiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;17. En Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;18. J Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;19. Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;20. Sheekira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;How did you meet 14? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Joe: Met him through college.. Super great friend.. Not very wise in choosing pictures to put on friendster though.. Love you, Joe! XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;What would you do if you have never met 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sukie? Gosh.. What would PL2 do without her? It would be a big big waste la.. Sukie's the best mommy ever.. *kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Zaim and Sheekira? Actually when both of them sit together they do look like a couple.. But Zaim's got a girlfriend and Sheekira.. ader BF also kan? haha! I'd get a heart attack first la if this ever happens.. lolz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Did you ever like 19?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;HAHAHA! hmmm.. hard to say.. NO I'M KIDDING! I lurve Ben Ben.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;CLINTON AND EN LI!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ei.. I swear I didn't set this thing up ah!! I purposely copied and pasted everthing so that I wouldn't know the questions, okay!.. Oh my God, that'll be the day.. but.. a good couple? They'll prolly tear each other's heads off la.. Well maybe I don't know.. *giggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Describe 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Love of my life.. HAHAHA! Has potential to be really nice..HAHAHA!(he's nice to me la.. luv u wennurd.. hurhurhur.. bluek Li Peng) Blur.. aduurable.. a genius *stares*, sarcastic and a superb hugger.. and huggee XD! *HUGS!!!!* If u can't finish your lunch.. who u gonna call? LEONARDYYY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;GARY GARY BOBARY BANANA FANA FOFARY ME MI MOMARY GARYY! Hahaha! Oh yeah.. definately! Go get em girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Tell me something about 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Brandon.. He's fat! And he smells funny! He gives me coins for parking.. *kisses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yeahhh of course.. Not so well though.. her dad's really cute.. HAHAHA! Love you Siao Leng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;What's 18's favourite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sigh.. J-man ah.. well lets see.. her religion.. self-proclaimed super hero.. so one of her obvious favourites is herself la.. her weirdo philosophies.. the voice(jang jang jang).. and boinking.. other than that.. I'm scared to find out.. hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Zaim ah? His sexy gilrfriend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hard to believe but the dude's 18.. RIPLEY'S BELIEVE IT OR NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I shall quote Tiny here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;" I'M NOT FULL OF SHIT... I AM SHIT!!" HAHAHAHA!! Tiny ur a dumdum.. hehe.. u owe me starbucks.. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Gosh.. it's been a while Junny Bunny.. We better talk again soon.. I think the last time was last month.. spent an HOUR on the phone talkin bout her sexy dance teacher.. swt! hahaha! *hugs* I WANT SEE PICTURES AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Who's 2's favourite band/singer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ahyaa.. I dunno la this woman got so many bands/singers she likes.. most of the time it cuz of their looks.. bleh! So I shall just say Franz Ferdinand and Mika( cuz she's been singing their songs lately.. knowing only a few lines of the lyrics and bullshitting the rest.. very much out of tune) harhar! Wait.. who sang the L.O.V.E song ah? I forgot all my oldies already! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Would you date 4? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mwahahaha.. Oh yeaah.. hahahahaha!! But guys are much better to date though.. hehe! Summore this one's taken so yeah.. I'm sad la... haha! *smack Saran's Bum* Love you, Sexy Mutang Tagal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Is 15 single? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ummm.. yeah I guess so.. you are right? hahaha! I MISS YOUR KISSES MELLYBOO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;What's 10's last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;urmm.. Felixxx.. Saw.. something something.. TELL ME AH FELIX!! hahahaha! Sniff.. What kinda fren am I la.. It's okay Sukie.. we're equally horrible.. hahaha. *hugs Felix*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 13? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hahaha! Oh yeah our relationship's very serious.. now itself.. It's been what? 6 years.. AND STILL GOIN STRONG, BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Which school does 3 go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Taylors College Subang Jaya.. but he's gonna leave me soon la.. T__T.. hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Salawak punya olang.. dali mili.. HAHAHA! Right now at some house near pangsapuri! See Clinton I know you so well!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;What's your favourite thing about 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;She's entertaining.. esp when she's all drama n emoing.. I forget her almost all the time and that's pretty entertaining too.. hehehe! She's so gross!! XD! I love you Aimi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Okay then.. back to law..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm tagging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;1. Li Peng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;2.Junny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;3.En Li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-534518228609373032?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/534518228609373032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=534518228609373032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/534518228609373032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/534518228609373032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/05/tagged-by-sukie-again.html' title='Tagged By Sukie.. AGAIN!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-9094864158083622466</id><published>2007-05-13T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:29:34.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, MARGARET HERBOLDT!&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I love Margaret Herboldt!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064048039127035314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rkcc3HGuLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nqpaVV4yTr4/s320/P2180585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;She's the coolest Mom.. :iPod and SMSin.. HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064049791473692098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RkcedHGuLcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/AxpaEdTT45E/s320/IMG_0687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;She's the biggest blur case!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064051079963880914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RkcfoHGuLdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/fEqzMhaKPtk/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;She's strong.. Her ability to tolerate things like this.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064052269669821922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RkcgtXGuLeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j0kD_7wrIhI/s320/P2180577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;No one makes a picture more perfect than she does!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064052901030014450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RkchSHGuLfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lPkaczp6jGM/s320/audrey+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;She loves animals just as much as I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064053837332884994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RkciInGuLgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/yJncNkQ6BR8/s320/penang+2+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;She's so sarcastic! haha! yeah that's her rollin her eyes at me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064055155887844882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RkcjVXGuLhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/AyXIHNN0hpM/s320/penang+2+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;She's adorable! With my Uncle James here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064056066420911650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RkckKXGuLiI/AAAAAAAAABE/vM7GeemO9CQ/s320/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;She's always smiling.. well most of the time la.. XD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064056959774109234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rkck-XGuLjI/AAAAAAAAABM/9LyH1ntcVT4/s320/IMG_1307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;There's no one more perfect for my dad than her, okay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064058089350508098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RkcmAHGuLkI/AAAAAAAAABU/sIcPi3VRr3Y/s320/auds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;No one loves me more than my mom! She took this picture.. in Sabah! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064060846719512146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DsZdEHvxhmE/RkcognGuLlI/AAAAAAAAABc/VbhwmGHZnQk/s320/IMG_0683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Yeah, that's right.. envy me!.. cuz I do have the best mom in the whole wide world.. *kisses* Happy Mummy's Day you crazy vooman.. You're the best.. and she's a genius in the kitchen too! I want roast cow next week!! XD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-9094864158083622466?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/9094864158083622466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=9094864158083622466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/9094864158083622466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/9094864158083622466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/05/mummys-day.html' title='Mummy&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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/_DsZdEHvxhmE/Rkcc3HGuLbI/AAAAAAAAAAM/nqpaVV4yTr4/s72-c/P2180585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9293167.post-9149799114768299578</id><published>2007-05-11T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T05:44:49.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Michelle and Siao Leng.. You guys are the best la.. They came all the way from Klang to smack my butt and make me feel loved!! I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH!! And thanks for coming cuz I missed you two like crazy!! The three of us go waaaayyy back.. like.. Std4 back.. And we're still the threesome besties whenever we meet up la... I remember all the times we came up with all the crazy-ass games we entertain ourselves with.. and how we messed around with food,.. or rather I messed around with food.. disgustingly, yes I know.. I still do that now, by the way! HAHAHA! I remember us being anti-guys to the now eye candy seekers.. I remember the pets we used to have.. I remember telling ghost stories with u guys up at Cameron Highlands for our school trip.. I remember how we used to worship Glow-in-the-dark things.. yeah I still do now.. hahaha! My room's proof okay! The school concerts we had.. (being the witches.. the cowgirls and the malay dancers.. haha).. my granny glasses (shut up ah!) and Most importantly I remember our friendship.. It's been almost 10 years now.. DANG!! You are the two people that I'll never EVER forget.. who said frenz forever is bullshit ah? We're living proof okay!.. *hugs* Lets hang out again soon! I'm damn blessed to have you guys laaa! SNIFFLES!! and Michelle.. David's okay.. you're allowed to date him.. sez me~ He's cute too la.. *thumbs up* Siao Leng.. I need to interrogate Ivan ah!! Don't think he can escape!! MWAHAHAHA! And for god sakes make me CHOCOLATE MINT CAKES LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I've been tagged by Dearest Sukie.. *stares* to do this thing.. hahaha.. I shall put the rules of answering the questions before u guys start reading so you guys don't get confused with them la.. It's so weird! XD.. J-Man.. yours is the craziest la! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay okay.. Rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn’t make sense. No cheating.&lt;br /&gt;4. With the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;/strong&gt; Breakaway- Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Breakaway huh? Well yeah I need a break la since A2's coming up and doing this thing isn't helping me in any way.. It's quite stressful actually.. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get far in life? &lt;/strong&gt;Daughter- John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What does this mean? I'll get daughters.. Cuz the whole world knows I want twin sons right? Oh good can announce here la.. "Guys who wanna get with me.. make sure you can gimme twin boys ah! Must be damn comel, okay!" does this mean that when I get daughters I'd die?.. or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do your friends see you? &lt;/strong&gt;Passion- Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hahahahhaa! Really.. I'm passionate in my hugs and butt smackings and being a mental person la.. Thanks Guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get married? &lt;/strong&gt;I Do (Cherish You)- 98 Degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;OH MY GOD LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;/strong&gt; I Don't Wanna be- Gavin DeGraw&lt;br /&gt;You Don't wanna be what? My best friend? NONSENSE! Everyone wanna be my best friend! Peh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;/strong&gt; Start of Something New- High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This doesn't make sense laaa.. I'm never starting anything new also.. OOOH!! with Orlando Bloom!! Yeah man!.. I LOVE THIS TAG THING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was high school like?&lt;/strong&gt; Angel- Saran McLachlan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yes, I was an Angel.. =D Lies.. all of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;/strong&gt; Friday Night- The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah man!! Friday Nights are the nites to GET DOWN AND BOOGAY! Boink Boink with J-Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's the best thing about your friends?&lt;/strong&gt; Breaking Free- High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Why all Highschool Musical waaann.. Yeah they break free of the norm la.. mentally.. hahaha! *hugs* but yes.. that's the best thing bout all of them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's in store for this weekend?&lt;/strong&gt; When You Say Nothing at All- Ronan Keating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Okay I must stop talking and start studying la I guess.. izaa SIGN!! Oh!! It's Mother's Day this sunday,.. no talk.. just makan sushi.. BLUEK CLINTON TAN! mahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe your grandparents. &lt;/strong&gt;Superman- Five For Fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;YES YESS!! MY GRANDMA IS SUPER!! I love her.. especially when we lost her in the hotel lift.. mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How's your life going?&lt;/strong&gt; All or Nothing- O-Town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeah.. Life is all or nothing so give it your best!! I'M SLEEPING FOR AN EXTRA HOUR TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/strong&gt; Part of Your World- Little Mermaid Theme Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;What the hell.. If this song plays during my funeral I'd know it's either Li Peng or Naz who bribed my parents to play it.. Bribing.. must be Li Peng.. more like threaten to run them over la.. *stampeeeede!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;/strong&gt; Secret Agent Man- Austin Powers Theme Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;WOOOHOOOOOOOO!! secret aaaagent maaaan,.. (wooo) Secret aaaaagent maaan(heyy!)~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt; I Turn To You- Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I turn to you? I dunno what to say bout this.. Probably just means I'm destined to be with Orlando Bloom la ahyoo.. say so much for wat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/strong&gt; Somewhere Only We Know- Keane&lt;br /&gt;Fine la I know I'm very... out there! At least you guys get to be in my world right.. not that u have a choice okay.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;/strong&gt; We're All in This Together- High School Musical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL AGAIN! Yeah my friends and I lust for each other la.. rite Saran, Sheekira, Jen Jen, Michelle, SL, Jun.. one lusty gay boob grabbing butt smacking bunch.. So Orgy-ish la.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you make yourself happy?&lt;/strong&gt; (I Wanna Be Your) Underwear- Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAAAHHH!! I Love this song!! It makes me happy and it's so true.. I'm a perv la... XD! And.. underwear makes me happy too.. La Senza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;/strong&gt; Meant to Live- Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Indeed! I am meant to live for the world needs me.. as felix sez.. "Save the anti-lalas.. Save the world"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;/strong&gt; It's Not Over- Chris Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;Yeah they say your life is officially over once you have kids.. I SAY NO WAY! I'll be a cool mom okay! I'll go skydiving AND breast feed at the same time.. eww.. no.. JUST pretend I didn't say that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song would you strip to?&lt;/strong&gt; Hollaback Girl- Gwen Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O yeahhh.. I'll be like the sexy cheerleader in bed or something.. kinky.. very kinky.. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What does your mum think of you?&lt;/strong&gt; London Bridge- Fergie&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!! She's not very innocent herself okay.. Where do you think I get my perv-ness from hah!!? She grabs my boobs a lot.. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your deep, dark secret?&lt;/strong&gt; Remember Me This Way- Jordan Hill&lt;br /&gt;What can I say bout this.. damn random la.. Okay I like to be remembered! So you guys ah.. go UK all.. when I see u in the streets next time and attempt to go hug you don't go "WHO THE EFF ARE YOU??!!" and then go call the mental hospital ah.. I'll haunt u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your mortal enemy's theme song?&lt;/strong&gt; Can You Feel The Love Tonight- Elton John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Yeaaahhh.. PEACE NOT WARR!! Where is the loooveee... itis not goods to have mortal enemyzz.. for one enemy is too much and friends are too little.. something like that la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your personality like?&lt;/strong&gt; Colours- Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;YAY!! I Love coloursss!! And purple is the international sex colour so next time don't ask me why I love the colour so much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will be played at your wedding?&lt;/strong&gt; Don't Cha- Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;DONCHA WISH YOUR WIFE WAS HOT LIKE ME.. (aaaaahhh) That's so wrong la.. but yeah I'll group up with my bridesmaids to dance synchronisingly sexy like the pussycat dolls also la.. it shall be like.. THE BIG FINALE of my wedding! My dad's gonna get a heart attack if he sees that la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe! I'm done..&lt;br /&gt;I shall tag JenJen, Michelle, Siao Leng, Felix and Junny!!&lt;br /&gt;Go do now.. Go!! Too late to study summore la ahyoo.. Good nite~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-9149799114768299578?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/9149799114768299578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=9149799114768299578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/9149799114768299578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/9149799114768299578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-buddies.html' title='Best Buddies'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-6932235012211568162</id><published>2007-05-04T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T05:45:27.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm having the curse again.. and I'm having back problems.. it's either due to gymming or it's cuz I've been sleeping like a shrimp.. I dunno.. But it hurts la.. but it's getting better thanks to Brandon Lim.. hahaha.. Thank you, you smelly boy, I'll buy you a caramel frap this weekend.. *hugz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Exactly 19 days from today I'll be sitting for my finals.. I know I should start hypervantilating or something but.. yeah it gets boring after you do that almost everyday la.. I think bout holidays and I feel really guilty.. I'm studying but nothings getting in my head.. arrrrrgh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I sahould go watch spiderman3.. yeah.. I should go watch spiderman3.. and then.. like Miss Pengy said.. end up cookin Ramly burgers next to a mamak stall thinkin.. "Wow.. I'm glad I watched Spideyman instead of staying at home to study!!".. But seriously la.. these Ramly stores are being run by indons right? So there's probably no place for me.. I'd probably end up working for MPSJ and would spend my life sweeping leaves on the road side knowing that a car would pass by anytime to blow my hard collection of leaves everywhere and then I'd have to start all over again.. another car just around the corner.. O_O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah I'm blogging laaaaaa!!! SO SUE ME! I'm no study machine.. I can't study for long periods of time unlike all the smart-ass people in my class.. T_T BUT I FEEL SO GUILTY NOW LAA!! I'll get to it, I'LL GET TO IT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now that he and I are officially over, I am finally relieved of this burden that's been sickeningly weighing upon me since last year.. He and I are friends now.. Thank God for friendship.. and.. I don't know what love feels like anymore.. hahaha! But I hope one day I'll be able to again la.. for now.. STUDY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm going back to the gym tomorrow!! My back doesn't hurt that much anymore.. Yes I shall go back.. back to the shiny machines.. back to free MTV.. back to my trainer.. (shit!) Yeah he got me to go on some diet.. I have to cut down on EVERYTHING I eat.. but I still get to eat whatever I want la.. up till this time I've always hated the idea of goin on a diet.. WHY WOULD YOU RESIST EATING A PIECE OF YUMMY CHOCOLATE CAKE??!! Are u mental or something.. go to the gym after that la.. but Badrul says.. "Audrey.. If you don't go on a diet.. then all your work out will be for nothing cuz it's difficult to see results" AND I'VE BEEN WORKIN REALLY REALLY HARD!! I HATE the human body.. I SWEAR! And I hate guys who get to eat everything yet they just don't seem to put on any weight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been neglecting literature in terms of studying.. I must take time to read pretty stories and poems.. I must! I wanna go for karaoke.. Don't ask I just wanna.. JUN FASTER COME BACK LARH AHYO! Mother's day's comin up.. I dunno what to get my mom.. saw this pair of gorgeous earrings in poh kong(pou koung.. hehe!).. Should combine powers with Brand la.. hahaha! Yeah and then wrap it up prettily with a note that sez... urm.. "Dearest mother.. If I had a grain of sand for everytime you made me feel loved, I'd have Mount Everest in my back yard! Or If I had a cent for all the time you've been there for me, I'd be able to buy USA".. something like that la.. NOBODY STEAL THIS AH.. I COPYRIGHT THEM FIRST! mahahahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OKAY LA.. I shall go do some essays now.. I don't think Mr.Bala's very happy with me.. T_T.. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-6932235012211568162?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6932235012211568162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=6932235012211568162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/6932235012211568162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/6932235012211568162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/05/pigged.html' title='Pigged'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-6515917118923393733</id><published>2007-04-24T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T05:48:42.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Round up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Round up for March and April..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt; Sat for my trials totally unprepared.. I need to study laaaa.. *dies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt; I bought Ranma and Inuyasha movies and watched them both.. 12 hours gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt; Went to sunway Lagoon with Clinton and PL1.. hoping to get a tan but ended up shivering.. cludy and heavy winds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt; Met an Albino snake.. shoo cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt;wasted my holidays away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt;went to gym.. my hips are still big but I dont care la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt; Got plane tickets to Sarawak.. Thankyuu Lipsness.. *hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt; had lots of painful arguments with Edwin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt;Downloaded loads of songs.. lotsa disney theme songs and stuff.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt;Got crappy results for trials..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt;No breakfast for two weeks cuz I sleep breakfast time away and wake up for lunch.. which I usually never have too cuz there's just nothing to eat in this house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt; Had a BBQ dinner.. bought tequila and vodka.. chivas.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Had a really busy time preparing everything.. and then later got drunk.. the toilet bowl became my best friend that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt;I think I took advantage of poor Leonard in the process.. don't remember much of what happened.. apparently I agreed to go to the prom with him.. HAHAHA.. yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt; I contributed in breaking En Li's heart.. HAHAHAHA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt; Mel and Gary two totally drunk people kong-ed in my place.. my room.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt;going to Redang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt;Edwin Emo.. I dunno what to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&gt; Finals are in a month and I'm blogging... someone hang me now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Damn crazy la these few weeks... things better lighten up soon la...dun wanna leave for UK in such crapness but I'm glad one hardest part of my life is settled la.. No more boyfren emoings.. I don't wanna hurt either of us anymore.. Single and happy.. craving for Caramel frappucino..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Saran you crazy girl.. please be more careful next time or I'll bite you.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I'll blog again soon la.. after i study.. a lot.. *kisses* take care guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Junny thx for being there for me.. &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/9293167-6515917118923393733?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/6515917118923393733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=6515917118923393733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/6515917118923393733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/6515917118923393733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/04/round-up.html' title='Round up'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-2961658139528295353</id><published>2007-02-24T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T08:59:08.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lala attack!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Today seemed like such a perfect day to hang out with my "beloved" brother so I took my lil bratty bundle of pain to Pyramid where si budak kaya went shopping at nike.. I NEVER GET TO SHOP LIKE HIM IT'S SO UNFAIRR!! But anyway.. the purpose of me bloggin today is not so much of me getting all green at the fact that my brother gets more money than I do or at the fact that he gets to shop till he drops without getting into trouble with my parents later. Nope.. this is not about how he makes fun of my cheap clothes.. NONE AT ALL!! THEY'RE STYLISH BRAND!! WHO CARES HOW CHEAP THEY ARE! THEY LOOK GOOD AND THATS MORE IMPORTANT!!.. NIKE'S SOO... SO... T-SHIRT!!! BORIIIIINGGGG!!!!!! peeehhh!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Moving on~ We went to Pyramid larh.. and the first bloody thing we see are a group of lalas.. brand and I choked a little.. but it was fine.. JUST FINE. But then.. we moved on and every few milimetres.. lalas LaLaS LALASS!!!  THEY WERE EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!!!!! Pyramid was pretty quiet today but GOD!! It was swarming with lalas.. lala chais and lala muis OR.. seafood!! GUAAAAAAAGH!!! I dunno la.. I just can't stand the way they dress.. If you think it's a way to express themselves i say bullshit.. EXPRESS WHAT!!!? I know one thing they're doing dressing up and acting the way they do.. promoting fashion-never-evers!!! The lil shop full of photo taking booths were packed!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Brand kept goin.. "OMIGOD SEAFOOD SEAFOOD!!" the entire time.. we saw a mother n daughter lala.. THEY'VE STARTED BREEDING NOW EVEN!!!! Oh the horror.. I saw a mom dressing her kid (bout 5 yrs old ONLY) in black and white striped top with some dangly piece of purple cloth over it.. horrible mini skirt and BRIGHT PINK stockings and black boots!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;After Brand's SHOPPING SPREEE!!!! We just sat down at McDs.. lookin at all the lalas passing us by.. HAHAHAHAHA!!! we felt like aliens there.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Brandon: WHAT'S HAPPENED TO PYRAMIIIIDDD?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: I DONT KNOOOOWWWWW!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Brandon: wanna go home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Me: Very much!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Brandon: F*** pyramid i'm never coming here again!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;HAHAHAHA!! yeah la.. and that was it.. scary to hell, I sweaaarrr!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-2961658139528295353?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/2961658139528295353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=2961658139528295353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/2961658139528295353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/2961658139528295353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/02/lala-attack.html' title='Lala attack!!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-117155742742838114</id><published>2007-02-15T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T08:37:07.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wish I could remember the way you smelt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I wish I could remember your taste, your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wish I could hold you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And feel that connection I love so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't know why you had to go so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And even if u didn't.. would it be any different? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sometimes I feel unwanted, unimportant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sometimes I think I worry too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if U do at all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Why don't you ever call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Why do I always have to be the one to take the first step?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hate not being able to be there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hate it that you can't be here when I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I Miss You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And everyday I wish I didn't have to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I Love You..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And every moment I wish I could show it to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wish I didn't have to feel my heart breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When you tell me you can't come home..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wish I didn't have to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thinking how it would have been if we never met..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But then.. I have no regrets.. none at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Because you're the only one I wanna share my love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;What makes it difficult is the fact that I cant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;No matter how much I want to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wish you never left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hate passing by that house you used to live in.. just 10 minutes away from mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Brings back so many memories I'd rather cast aside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;No one asked me if I wanted this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Then again.. No one ever said it was gonna be easy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was not given the choice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was forced to bear with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was forced to get used to not being with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was told to forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My feelings were not considered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Because I wanted you to have everything.. everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I said it was okay.. I let you go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Why did I.. doubt I'd be able to stop it even if I tried..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Now I'm here.. without you.. alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hate it when you give me this hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And then trash it with last minute changes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And pretend everything's okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;By telling me there are other days to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;What if I died tomorrow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Would you remember me always?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I wish I could look into your eyes.. and see you looking back at me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Even strangers meet more often than we do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Do you know my heart inside out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Because I don't know yours.. not anymore.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I Miss that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I wish I never had to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It scares me to think bout our future..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can't remember the way you smell..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can't remember your touch..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can't remember your taste..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I cant' remember your warmth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'll just keep wishing anyway,..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;That one day you'll come back and let me remember again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-117155742742838114?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/117155742742838114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=117155742742838114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/117155742742838114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/117155742742838114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-wish.html' title='I Wish..'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-117086656402295750</id><published>2007-02-07T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:42:44.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cramps</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm in pain!!! IT IS BECAUSE OF THIS TIME OF THE MONTH THAT I REALLY DREAD BEING BORN A FEMALE!!! But it's ok.. cuz there are many things that make being a female worth all the bitchy pain, cramps and PMS-ness.. like.. the guys get to buy stuff for us.. and no one expects us to get something for a guy on the non-existing Valentines Day.. it's always the other way round.. Ladies always first.. we can hit guys but guys can't hit back unless ure people like Zaim.. *death stare* guys almost never expect girls to pay them back for food or drinks cuz they know we're bloody forgetful.. We can't drive for shit so guys can do all that for us.. hehehe!! (not in my case, however) and we can turn those rowdy boys into sensitive sweet softies.. WE CAN!! And.. girls can hold hands and NOT feel gay! So having forced to endure the pain as I am very much allergic to panadol and a few other pain killers, I think of things to make me happy, to distract me from the pain or I'd do something that makes me smile and that too, is a big help since according to my useless trainer.. "Pain is all in the mind" (before he forces me to do 20 more squats).. so now!! lemme present you with a list of things I did to erase pain off my mind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;1. drool over.. ORLANDO BLOOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2509/671/320/994963/OrlandoBloom_05-04-09_016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2509/671/320/21433/orlando_bloom_98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I love Orlando Bloom and I can think bout him and that smile and those eyes.. that hair.. and all that pain.. Pain? what pain? HAVE U SEEN HIM IN TROY PEOPLE!!! I like his butt.. heheheheee!! *hangs Aimi.. (with no box anywhere for her to stand on *blueekk!!)* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;2. amuse myself with SUSHI!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2509/671/320/71027/v29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yeah I love my cat.. she distracts me from everything.. including sleep.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;3. SMACK BUMS!.. my victims!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2509/671/320/525665/IMG_0771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;EN LI!! (very nice.. hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2509/671/320/613836/IMG_0772.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;LEONARDY!! (muahaha.. he's gonna kill me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;hmmm.. can't seem to upload sarans'.. NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I'll just put her picture here la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2509/671/320/451898/IMG_6140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;(the one in black) okla.. can roughly guess what her butt looks like from here rite.. MY PRIMARY VICTIM.. I think I'm hers too la.. hahaha!! My bum smacker buddy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;4. think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2509/671/320/330455/image_matuyama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;KEN'ICHI MATSUYAMA!! : He acted as L in the death note movies.. =) (oh Saran!! he acts in Nana too!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2509/671/320/17586/IMG_0756.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Clinton as a mermaid/dugong (u don't have to know him to laugh at this picture.. BUT I know him!! which makes it even funnier!!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;5. Spend quality time with my perfume collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2509/671/320/284536/35691809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My fav!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;6. Read the part where Arcite dies and go all teary from the romantic-ness of it all.. but not to the point of crying.. Try to figure out how I'm gonna draw that bloody battle arena in part 3.. (hey, keeps my mind off the pains ba)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;7. Try to study ( I TRY!!! I SWEAR!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;8. Think of how I totally vandalised Jun's legs with henna/inai.. muahahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;9. Go through my pictures.. I love all the pictures I got here.. once I wanted to blog bout Pengy.. and I found this cow photo and it just reminded me of her.. I guess it's the position the stupid animal's standing in la.. hahahaha!!! I love u Pengy.. thou shal be my valentine.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2509/671/320/534438/coww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I can't really put ed here cuz the thought is great at first.. then i start missing it and then I feel sad.. but it's all good..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Ok if any of u people feel like killing me.. just think of the pain I'm goin through and how all of the above helped cheer me up a whole lot.. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-117086656402295750?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/117086656402295750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=117086656402295750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/117086656402295750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/117086656402295750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/02/cramps.html' title='Cramps'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-116938267354353970</id><published>2007-01-21T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T04:31:13.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;HAAAH!!!! JUST WHEN U THOUGHT I WAS DEAD.. I SHOW UP TO PROVE YE WRONGOOO!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;GAHHH!!! Everyone got their results already cept for me.. Sorry for takin so long to update Jen Jen... No Don.. I am not dead.. not yet anyway.. I will be come Monday.. sigh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Went to Penang to see my old grandma because!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Last week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me: HELLO GRANDMAAA!! HOW IS YOUUU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Grandma: You useless granddaughter!! *cough cough* I am so sick.. You never bother to come see me.. *cough cough* I got a fever.. stomach cramps.. bla bla bla.. *cough cough cough*  wers ur mother..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me: *passes phone to mom*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mom: Yes, mommy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Grandma: DON'T U MOMMY ME!!!! I'M SO SICK AND U NEVER BOTHER TO COME SEE ME HA!!! ALL MY CHILDREN DON'T CARE BOUT ME.. USELESS!!! I GAVE BIRTH TO ALL OF YOU, LOSING SO MUCH BLOOD...( the usual grandma complains) Dr said I might have denggue fever!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mom: K la Mommy.. we'll drive down on Friday to see u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Grandma: *sobs* Oh, Margaret.. You're the only daughter who ever cares bout me..  You're the only one I love.. all the others are useless.. NO GRATITUDE!!! *curses in chinese*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me: HEY WHAT BOUT ME I CALLED YOU!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yeap.. and so we went to Penang Friday morning.. the day AS results were comin out.. EVERYONE GOT THEIR RESULTS CEPT FOR MEEE!!!! *wails!!* Not that I want them la.. I hope they get lost come monday or something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Went to see grandma and thankfully, she looked so healthy.. cept for slight fever.. she was already recovering.. we picked her up from her horrible lookin apartment to stay with us in the Traders Hotel. Mom and Dad abandoned brandon, grandma and me to go for some high class dinner with some filthy rich clients.. ahaha.. we had dinner in the hotel's restaurant and then afterwards I thought.. "hey.. why not take a look around.. it's still too early to go back to the room and mom and dad said we weren't allowed to step out of the hotel.. OHH!! lets go to the 4th floor to play pool!!" Brandon thought it was a brilliant idea.. grandma tagged along.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So we got into the elevator.. and this chinese businessman got in too. We got to the 4th floor and brandon and I stepped out. THEN the stupid cinapek business man hit the button to close the elevator before my poor grandma could get out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Grandma: OY OY!! *door closes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Brandon and Me: OH SHIT!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Cinapek guy: ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me: Oh god.. what now.. what if the guy's a rapist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Brandon: Haaa.. for what choose Mama??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me: Whatever la we gotta get her back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So we kept pushing the buttons for the elevator until the one we got off from opened AND GRANDMA WASN'T IN THERE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me: eh u remember which button to which floor the guy pushed ah? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Brandon: somewhere here *pushes button 12,11,10,9,8,7,6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me: SWT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;so we went up to the 12th floor.. when it opened, Brandon popped his head out and yelled "MAMAAAA????" and there was no sign of her so we did the same thing from then on till the 9th floor. Brandon's yelling frightened 2 old ang mo couples who were waiting for a lift down from there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;8...7...6.. no sign of her.. the ang mo couple were getting very irritated so we decided to just get down to the lobby, hoping our grandma had learned how to use lifts in the past. The door open and  we saw her wandering aimlessly in the lobby.. we yelled for her and ran towards her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Grandma: YOU DEVIL CHILDREN HOW COULD YOU LET THAT STUPID MAN TAKE ME AWAYYYY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Brandon and me: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We went chinese new year shopping the next day.. God, I hate shopping.. but i like new stuff.. I wish I had a clone or something who would do all the shopping for me since my clone is bound to have the same taste in clothes as I do. Can't trust my mom..  the clothes I wore when I was little puts the G in Ghastly! it was pretty easy shopping for me that day.. body glove was having their "2 day only 50% off sale on everything" so I grabbed 5 tops I liked and all for only RM70! mahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;On the way back today.. my family ate at dunkin doughnuts and i was not in the mood for sugary stuff so I went to get chips... in the car.. my mom ate HALF of my chips away.. some lunch.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I shall go pray now.. I wanna live to see tuesday baaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-116938267354353970?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/116938267354353970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=116938267354353970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/116938267354353970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/116938267354353970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello.html' title='HELLO!!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-116576960232278907</id><published>2006-12-10T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T08:58:46.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays are here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Taylors decided to not be so the kiasu and give all of us A Levels slaves 4 weeks off.. whoooopee~ I never liked last days of school before.. so yeah, I didn't really like my last day of college.. ehehe.. I like my friends.. I love them.. being away from them is pretty.. annoyingly miserable.. and also cuz last days of school/college meant holidays which means tons of laziness and loneliness at home.. no one to cook for me or order out anything for me.. and the holiday laziness takes over and I come to a stage where I'd rather starve than waste energy walkin from the living room(away from the TV) to the kitchen.. so basically I just sit and rot or talk to myself(or both) till someone comes and carries me to the car so I can drive us somewhere to go shopping or what'vur.. *winks Jun* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Okla.. I lied.. I loved my last day of college for this year. Not the leaving part.. but the things my college mates and me did to make it oh-so-memorable.. ahhhemm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Li Peng and I went to En Li's for our slumber party but then En cancelled it on our way to the airport where we said goodbye to Cindy since the BBQ was cancelled, also by En(what's wrong with u la!?) but at the airport, we played UNO while we waited and the result:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Clinton lost his virginity to Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Leonard lost his to Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;*btw..info here altered for "jar-jar binks" purposes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Oh but we did TRY to hold a surprise party for leonard and sheekira.. but then En's mom suddenly showed up at the airport and told us not to forget the cake we left at airport security and so our surprise was unsuccessful but no one cares cuz we got cake!! =) and Sheekira got gorgeous earrings and Leonard looked really handsome in his new shirt! so it was all good la.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;En Li took out a bag and like santa claus, she tipped the bag and out came PRESENTS and a pretty tree to go with it but my Christmas tree's so much nicer cuz I decorated it.. (well since we're bullshitting here I might as well)!!! Very early Christmas presents for all of us.. =) Thank you En so much for the present.. I love it!! *hugz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'M GONNA MISS ALL U GUYS.. U SARAWAKIANS ESPECIALLY.. Saran couldn't make it to the airport.. I didn't get a chance to smack her bum one last time and now I have to wait FOUR WEEKS before I get to do that again!!! *sniff* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;List of things I can't do for these 4 weeks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;1. Annoy Li Peng (this is gonna be one LONG holiday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;2. Hug my Leonardy (SNIFFFFF!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;3. Poke at Clinton's dimples and make him squeal. (SOOOOB)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;4. Bite En Li (she's so chewy~ =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;5. Smack Saran's bum (DAMMIT!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;6. Bitch with Jojoe (NOOOOOOOOOO!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;7. Stupid myself with Zaim =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;8. Pinch Gary's cheeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;9. Yank Ben's facial hairs ='(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;10. Having a hard time deciding what to eat for lunch with all of the above..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;List of things I can do for these 4 weeks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;1. Decorate the entire house for Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;2. Go Xmas shopping with my JunnyWunnyBunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;3. Give my animals more baths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;4. Wash my underwears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;5. See my EdwinCheong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;6. SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;7. Point out that my family's not spending enough time with me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;8. Sitting in front of the TV from dawn to dusk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;9. Read more books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;10. Catch up on studies (teeeeeeeeeeny tiny bit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;11.Gym..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Gah, It won't be that bad lo.. I'll survive.. Christmas is COMING!!! yayayayayayayyyy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Gotta sit for LNAT this Tuesday.. better just get it over and done with.. must remind myself not to think bout AS finals so much.. WILL SOMEONE PLEASE COME TAKE ME TO SABAH!!!!!!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-116576960232278907?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/116576960232278907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=116576960232278907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/116576960232278907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/116576960232278907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/12/holidays-are-here.html' title='Holidays are here!!!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-116481724318449245</id><published>2006-11-29T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T08:38:06.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Philosophy of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;My favourite poem.. ever since I was 8 years old when my mom first recited this to me.. The only poem I can recite line by line this one.. haha.. it.. won me first place at a poetry recital competition back in 1999.. hahaha.. and I dunno.. when I was young, I felt as though it was written for me.. hahaha.. well up till now it's the one poem I've always loved reading and I never get bored of it.. "What are all these kissing worth? If thou kiss not me?" aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh~ It's the most beautiful love poem ever.. to me la.. Why oh whyy did Mr.Shelley have to die at such a young age??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Love's Philosophy~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The fountains mingle with the river, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the river with the ocean;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The winds of heaven mix forever,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a sweet emotion; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing in the world is single;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All things by a law divine &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In one another's being mingle;-- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why not I with thine? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See! the mountains kiss high heaven, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the waves clasp one another; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No sister flower would be forgiven, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If it disdained it's brother; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the sunlight clasps the earth, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the moonbeams kiss the sea;-- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What are all these kissings worth, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If thou kiss not me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;by Percy Bysshe Shelley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Percy Bysshe Shelley, of course.. the genius!! I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yes indeed,.. The philosophy of LOOOVE!! Yeah it's really famous la.. HAHAHAH.. but who cares.. this poem belongs to me!!! ME!!!! Oh.. go read Adonais.. those of u who wanna.. it was written in inspiration of John Keats death.. cuz the genius knew John Keats too.. ahaha!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-116481724318449245?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/116481724318449245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=116481724318449245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/116481724318449245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/116481724318449245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/11/philosophy-of-love.html' title='The Philosophy of Love'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-116421162435028003</id><published>2006-11-22T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T08:07:04.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More photos!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5993.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Some of the girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_5994-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5994-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Crazy Joe and Hotness Onion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_6036-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_6036-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A very red Leonard with the pretty girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_6050-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ton... Clint.. Ton...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_6047-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes.. their passion.. each other~ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_6035-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CK One Summer!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_6037-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yes.. it is me who's old today~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_6033-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cuteness tomato leonard with still hot sarany..=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_6027-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Horny Brandon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_6024-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oh yes I forgot.. I got smudged in the face with my own birthday cake by my stupid brother.. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_6015-1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The singers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_6009.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My speech.. and my "mike" the pepper shaker!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_6062-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_6062-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Back Home.. :Saran and Lipsness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_6057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_6057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me shisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_6061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_6061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Leonard shisha!!! yeah yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_6052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Leonard stealing my cat~ XD&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/9293167-116421162435028003?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/116421162435028003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=116421162435028003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/116421162435028003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/116421162435028003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/11/more-photos.html' title='More photos!!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-116419243506216612</id><published>2006-11-22T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T07:36:56.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Heaves loooong siiigh*&lt;br /&gt;Such a busy weekend.. such a fantastic weekend!! HAHAHA... I finally got pictures so I can blog bout my birthday now.. allow me to take ye back to last Friday.. Finished my final exam.. Was psyched cuz I finally got to go hang out with Jun since she got back from Australia on the 15th..&lt;br /&gt;Friday: So I said goodbye to my friends, telling them that I’ll see them tomorrow.. All of them yelled “See u tomorrow” in this perfectly synchronised tone.. Damn good actors and actresses, You’re right En Li!.. So I hopped into my Bob.. Picked Junny up from her place and went to pyramid.. Was really glad to see her after so long.. Missed her much..&lt;br /&gt;We got to Pyramid right.. Then all of a sudden she started giving me orders… or at least I thought she was givin me orders..&lt;br /&gt;Jun: So this is what I think we should do.. We walk around a bit.. I need to shop for some things for my mom.. Then later I need to go develop some pictures… we can go window shopping a bit before u gotta take me back to my place so that I could go get some money.. Come up to my place a while.. then we head back to your place by round 7.30, okay?&lt;br /&gt;Audrey: OK~&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. We went to guardian to buy her mom’s stuff.. And we did go develop her pictures.. And then we walked around a bit.. I went to sasa again.. I kinda wasted some perfumes again.. This time with Junny.. Beautiful disaster.. We didn’t do much.. We were just trying to kill time cuz the pictures took quite a while to develop but right after that we headed to Junny’s place.. It still smells the same.. Hahaha.. Crazy ol’ Junny.. Gave me vitagen and asked me to sit in her living room while she go get her stuff.. Took pretty long, didn’t u, woman.. I wanted to get home cuz I was tired.. So finally we got into the car, ready to go back to my place when suddenly.. There was a power cut and the condo’s exit went out with the electricity.. They couldn’t lift up the bar for me to get out so there we were stuck in the spot for bout 15 minutes before the power finally came back and we could finally get the hell out of there.. And oh my god.. When approaching my place Jun gave me MORE ORDERS!!&lt;br /&gt;Jun: So we head up to your room first then u order pizza for dinner la..&lt;br /&gt;Audrey: OK~&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I noticed when I got home was the gate.. It was wide open at one side.. I got suspicious but not enough to figure out what’s about to happen to me.. I just brushed it aside thinking it was Brandon who forgot to shut the gate or something.. But then the next weird thing I noticed when I got into the house was the aircond in the living room.. Switched on.. Hmmmm.. Nvm,.. Brand’s pretty well known for his fussiness bout the heat.. I hear Brandon playing the guitar in his room on my way upstairs.. I wanted to tell him off for forgetting to close the gate but I thought.. “alaaarr.. Put stuff in room first la”..&lt;br /&gt;So I turn my knob, open my door.. In the dark I vaguely saw few figures.. I got slightly shocked.. All of a sudden these figures yelled.. “SURPRIIIISEEE!!!!!!” I screamed.. I felt as if my heart was gonna leap out of my throat.. One figure yelled “turn on the lights” and I did to find En Li, Clinton, Zaim and his girlfriend, Leonard, Melly, Li Peng, Jojoe.. All on MY BED!! And Danny, Audrey Chow and Sooi Jin on the floor… They were putting on their really sheepish grins that said.. “HAH!! GOTCHA!!!” I got a surprise party from them.. Sniffles!! After that they all ran down for food.. FOOD?? THERE’S FOOD? Went to the kitchen to find domino’s pizza and KFC everywhere.. Jun bought Baileys and so did I.. Very generous amount for everyone.. Hehehe.. We got quite tipsy with shisha and drinkin.. Ate loads too.. My cake was wonderful! I loved it!! There was a little bit of playing with Sushi cuz Jun got her this really cute plaything.. That day I received 2 presents.. One from Jun and Boon keat.. The most gorgeous jewellery box.. Made out of glass with beautiful 3D purple butterflies.. And a.. very seductive looking nightgown from SJ, Audrey C. and Danny.. Yeah I was really happy.. Cleaned the entire place with Jun.. Poor SJ got sick from too much drinkin and shisha-ing.. Puked his guts out then went to sleep on Simon’s smelly couch in his room.. Hahaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. So that was Friday… crazy and fun.. I loved my friends for takin the time to do this for me.. I feel loved.. *smiles*.. On Saturday.. !8th of November.. The day I turned 18.. Was one of the best days of my bloody life.. I got up at 9.. I lied on top of Jun so she suffocated a little… Was trying to get her to wake up ba! Finally got her up.. We got dressed and ready to pick everyone up.. Collected my dear dear people.. Saran, Leonard and Clinton before going to pick Lips up who was late a bit cuz she was having her hair done.. It’s okie Lipsness.. We all love you… your hair’s funny and short now.. Ur fringe.. HEHEHEHEHE!! Nola.. It looks good.. Makes u look a lot younger..&lt;br /&gt;Saturday!: We went to have Lunch in this Jap restaurant.. I love Japanese food.. Which reminds me.. JUN I WANNA GO JAPAAAAN!!!!!!!!! So anyway.. We met Joe and En Li there.. Clinton with his “Bond… James Bond”, using En’s really humungous sunnies.. Makin him look like an ant cuz his face isn’t that big.. *snickers at En Li* na, I’m kidding, darling.. Mwah! Leonard and Lips arguing god knows what about.. Lips the princess konon unable to eat carbs pathetically munched on some… thing.. What exactly did u eat, Miss Cheok?&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to go watch HAPPY FEET!!! Such a cute movie.. Loved it.. Funny singing penguins.. Hugh Jackman rocked in his role.. His singing was so cool.. And Nicole Kidman,.. THAT WOMAN CAN SING.. IS TALL AND PRETTY, SEXY AND IS A CELEBRITY.. SO PERFECT FOR WHAT HAARHH!!?? She rocked too! Haha! Nice movie.. I wanna watch Casino Royale soon but.. I prefer to get the.. 100% uncensored version.. Muahahahahaha!! But anyway.. After the movie.. We rushed shopping.. Not fun.. Didn’t get anything.. Had to rush back home to get ready for dinner at TGIF..&lt;br /&gt;I had the quickest shower ever.. Jun hogged the toilet upstairs.. I let her.. Hehehe.. Dinner was awesome.. Some people didn’t arrive right on time though.. Lips was providing transport for Aimi and En Li.. They had tyre trouble.. Lips and En Li.. HEHEHEHE!!! BUT ANYWAY!! Dinner was pretty good.. The margarita was sooo good.. Should have ordered the mudslide tho.. Baileys is always the poison!! So many pictures in just one night! Leonard got red, blotchy and fun.. HAHAHAHA.. I enjoyed our game of thumb wars, leonardy~ XD Li Peng finally learnt to love Baileys.. NOT SO INNOCENT AFTER ALL, ARE U?.. Zaim and Joe found their true passion.. Each other!! (See pictures later!!).. Aimi.. Nothing with Aimi she’s still the same.. Unfortunately.. The rest basically found that drinkin is good.. And that camwhorin’s good too.. XD Melly and Doogla couldn’t attend.. Sheekira, Naz, Cindy and Ben too.. And Tiny and Gary.. I wish they could have.. I bet it would’ve been so much more fun!&lt;br /&gt;The waiters and waitresses sang songs for my birthday.. With this slice of cake and a candle innit.. Hahaha,.. I had to stand on my chair.. The waitress handed me a large pepper shaker and asked me to give a speech, makin believe that the pepper shaker is a mike. (dot dot dot).. I held up my margarita and drank it all.. And then decided to use my umm.. “mike” as a GRAMMY AWARD!!! Literature does things to u, I swear.. When u start seeing things from diff perspectives.. Yeaah,, so then came my speech.. “I’d like to thank my mom and dad for takin the time to make me for if it weren’t for them I wouldn’t be celebrating my birthday with all my great great friends today.. *pretends to sniffle and sobble*” I believe I was a little tipsy.. Sadly not enough to forget that that was actually pretty embarrassing.. Hahaha.. Oh well u only celebrate your 18th birthday once anyway.. The waiters and waitresses shut me up before I made a complete jackass of myself by talkin summore.. Hahaha,, they sang songs.. Not just the birthday song.. But other songs that are not associated with birthdays.. Like Rasa Sayang.. And that Army Song.. Brandon gave me my birthday present.. CK One Summer!! Sexiness!! And Joel and Fiona got me this nice top from Mango.. all in all it was all good.. Very good, actually.. Totally enjoyed myself..&lt;br /&gt;Went back to my place we did!! Yesshh!! AND THERE WE SHISHA-ED!! It was pretty good actually.. We all managed to get high onnit.. En Li learnt how to shisha.. Leonard learnt the true meaning of being light headed when he started to point out planes that passed through the sky.. Zaim actually fell down.. Brandon leaned on me like a dead fish and I’m there smiling away goofily.. Joe started laughing as Clinton tried to walk in a straight line.. And then failing at his attempts to do so.. Joe played to piano and we started singing the song from Titanic,.. Very much out of tune.. Ahaha.. Poor Joe..&lt;br /&gt;After all of them went home.. I spent 3 hours talkin to Edwin online.. Everything’s better now.. I hope he can make it back for Christmas.. Help me set up the tree so I dun have to do it alone again.. Like every bloody year.. Hahaha.. Christmas shopping soon.. It was a great birthday.. Best birthday I’ve ever had.. Most memorable.. And I have all my friends to thank for.. They’re so awesome.. And they care so much… I Love them to bits!! Thanks so much, guys for makin my birthday reeeal happy! Muaaakxxieeess!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_5982-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5982-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_5980-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5980-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_5979.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5979.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_5977-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5977-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_5972-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5972-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_5970-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5970-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_5969.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5969.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_5968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5968.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_5966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5966.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/1600/IMG_5964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5964.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;OKay.. something's wrong with blogger.. I can't upload more photos... swtness.. alright u have these first.. more comin up in my next blog la.. ciaozors~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-116419243506216612?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/116419243506216612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=116419243506216612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/116419243506216612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/116419243506216612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-116391307785182142</id><published>2006-11-18T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:11:17.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;HELLO PEOPLE I'M BACK!!!!!!! didja miss meeeeeeee? =3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Okla... exams are over and I just wanna jump for joy, have heaps of fun and stone away due to feeling tipsy from the good good effect of mixin Baileys and shishaa.. I had the BEST birthday ever!!!!!!! like... EVER!!!! I'm 18 now.. but I don't feel any different.. oh, good.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;However, I bet my mom would use this figure to tell me that I shouldn't be so immature all the time anymore.. but to hell with that.. you only live once as yourself so why contain yourself to what you want society to think of u.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Jun's home!!! I'm happy.. lets go to shopping malls and sing out loud till people start staring at us.. hahaha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;"I wanna thank my mom and my dad for takin the time to make me.. for if it wasn't for them I wouldn't be here today celebrating my birthday with all my great great friends.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;hahahaha!!! Don't worry.. loads of details bout my birthday comin soon.. I just want pictures first.. Muakxies to all my really great friends for makin me feel loved.. I love you guys!!!! (deeper appreciation next post) &lt;----- sounds like commenting on Lit.. GUAAAARRRRR!!! NO MORE COLLEGE WORK!!! I DON'T WAAAAAAANT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-116391307785182142?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/116391307785182142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=116391307785182142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/116391307785182142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/116391307785182142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello.html' title='Hello!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-116227401891319294</id><published>2006-10-30T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:53:38.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I am in the library.. and I'm feeling rather.. Indolent.. HAHAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's raining out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I WANT STARBUCKS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just thought I'd write a random post cuz I'm dying of boredom here.. so alone.. I'm gonna hurl if I read another one of John Keats' works.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;THANK YOU SO MUCH BEST BUDDY JUNNY FOR FIXING UP MY BLOG FOR ME I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!!!! *throws condoms at Jun* Muahahaha~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can't wait for exams to end.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT CHILIS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's so weird bloggin in the library... RAIN STOP ALREADY I WANT STARBUCKS SO BAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;OMFG!! I left Sushi outside the back of the house!!!! Oh well.. saves time wasted giving her a bath~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;CIAO DA MAO!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-116227401891319294?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/116227401891319294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=116227401891319294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/116227401891319294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/116227401891319294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/10/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-115983018271529995</id><published>2006-10-02T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T05:28:07.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>59minutes of pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello.. How are you.. yes fine thx.. o__O (shut up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Okayyy.. so Friday.. went to go watch 59minutes at Dram Projects.. Li Peng's acting.. *smirk* We didn't really go to give support because we knew one of our fellow classmates was gonna be acting.. nope, nu-uh.. we were forced to go.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Li Peng: COME FOR 59MINUTES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Me: Dowan la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Li Peng: NO YOU HAVE TO!!! I'LL BE ACTING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Me: eww..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Li Peng: *gasp* *smacks me* YOU HAVE TO YOU HAVE TO!!!! COME SEE KELVIN WONG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Me: Why? he's funny lookin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Li Peng: Shut up! I DUN CARE URE GOIN.. YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO SHOW SUPPORT.. UR SUPPOSE TO BE MY FREN.. BLABLABLABLA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Me: Friend? *smirksnort*.. sighh.. do i have a choice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Li Peng: *smiles* not really~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*Me= You know who u guys are la right... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Upside #1: I got to drive the Naza,.. OKASAN!! smooth, comfy and huuuge!! got to hang out with friends. Got to watch yet another "opressed world" documentary to feed my passion.. yeaah!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Downside #1: Had to stay back at college from 12pm till 6pm cuz I didn't wanna go back home then come out all over again to pick everyone up.. Had to sacrifice possibility of havin a nice bath due to having to stay back.. En Li was slow.. and then forgot her file.. SEE LA ASK U STAY WHILE I BRING THE CAR AROUND DOWAN!! but nvm ya en wee.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah by 6-ish we were on our way to jaya to go have dinner.. Naza was packed with an en li, a clinton, a leonard, one saran, the Melberry, Mom(SY) and Aimi (yay, I didn't forget her this time). It was a real load la.. ahahaa.. And I'm glad some of u people were busy camwhorin at the back,.. all them pictures are gonna be in here.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We arrived at Jaya and looked around that stupid empty place for food.. Nice work la, En.. so much for knowing where good food roam.. XD I bought famous amos cookies,.. hoping to use them to distract Lips when she's on stage spillin out her drama. We settled for McDonalds in the end,.. yeah boring... mmg.. but that's all we had.. and we had to rush. Leonard's food took quite a while to arrive.. and after a while he went down to collect his really fat buger, and came up to find another fat burger on his tray.. the person delivered his stupid fat burger while he was down collecting another stupid fat burger so the guy had 2 fat fat burgers.. and he was and still is very proud of it.. -_- He ate them both.. with a smile on his face.. He even got rid of the evidence of his unpaid burger.. threw it in the bin. AHAHA!! En Li had a happy meal.. so that she could get this horrendously ugly, anorexic-lookin toy giraffe thing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We left right after that but not in time set by SY (7.30).. Sowee mommy.. *sobbles* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Upside#2: Full.. was in car full of happy people.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Downside#2 : SY was disappointed at our punctuality.. awww!!! *huggles* Was caught in a massively painful traffic jam!! I would've died if I was drivin Bob.. Tempted to swear at those stupid idiots who continued goin through red lights, causing a pretty and loooong standstill and in result only allowing 2 cars max to squeeze through when the green lights hit&lt;/span&gt;. After the jam was over.. twas time to actually find this stupid hidden place, "Happy Mansion".. what kinda lame name is happy mansion anyway.. well they needed to find a place to suit lame peng so.. oh, they're good.. AHAHAHA!! We got lost a bit.. Did another sharp turnin that made everyone plaster their faces on the side windows.. yeah yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5731.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pretty Traffic Jam!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Whoooo.. I love drivin!!! We find the place eventually.. we were right on time!!! We took our seats like.. 5 seconds before the first play started.. Before that we got to see Li Peng in her bathrobe,.. and her friends with her.. all sittin outside.. and cuz it was kinda dark.. Saran thought they were prostitutes.. GAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Really liked mother tongue.. and the smelliest durian.. truth in comedy!&lt;br /&gt;Was enjoying every single performance.. every single play.. one after another.. before I knew it.. it was Lips' turn.. When she got on stage.. she looked so funny I wanted to laugh out loud.. most memorable thing she did was.. "ouhh.. " *BADABOOOOOOMMMM!!!!* (although it mite seem similiar, no, she did not fart.. but she fainted..) WOAH WTFOMG!! I could feel vibrations.. En Li swore she felt energy waves.. XD Lips did well.. well of course she did since all she had to do was act like herself! SHE'S DEAD DEAD DEAAAAD!!... "bitch"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 59minutes.. I had some of the cast members comin up to me and tellin me that I was one audience who really stood out.. they were just being nice la.. I was horrible... I laughed so hard and so much even for those plays that were not suppose to be laughed at ,like Fruitcake, cuz it reminded me of Brokeback Mountain, i know they just found me utterly weird.. XD They understood after I told them I was one of the unfortunates who knows Li Peng.. and even sympathised when I told them we were in the same class..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the show was great overall.. I didn't even remember my cookies.. darn it!! dropped En off.. dropped Melberry and friend off at train station.. went mamaking cuz si actress Pengy was hungry.. LEONARD ATE AGAIN!!! I swear I think he has worms or something.. either that or his tummy's bigger than his head! XD ohohoo.. I got to see him climb over his gate cuz it was 12-ish and he was locked out.. he tried callin his cousin but apparently the guy was busy Dota-ing and had left his phone upstairs.. hahaha,.. SY was like.. "aiyooo.. he climbs the gate so well.. he must have dunnit quite a few times.. " *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home late.. SY's parents were pissed at her for being late and all.. i'm sorreh.. good day though.. realised that after the best shower ever!! hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_57291.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Leonard, Saran, Clinton.. the 3 Sarawakians Baaa!! *loves*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5727.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Save this moment, people.. Once in a lifetime LALA camwhorin by Leonard!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5736.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aimi, Imbalanced creature and me.. XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;En took up SY's space.. and Aimi.. Clinton at the back~ =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_57341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Cuteness Melberry, Hotness Saran, Very drugged/stoned Aimi.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_57371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2 Blacks and a Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Clinton.. I'm sorry the hot girl's 3 years older than u are.. will u smile, pleaaase..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5744.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Lips and Aimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LEONARD EATING!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5746.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;LI PENG'S BOOOOOOBS!!!!!! XDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;oklaaaa.. just so that u dun feel so embarrassed/alone/emo n wut not..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5667.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SARAN'S!!! be jealous Li Peng.. be very jealous!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sssiiigh!!!! SO.. yeah,... your turn soon ah En Li!!!!!! MUAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Back to Lawww!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-115983018271529995?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115983018271529995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115983018271529995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115983018271529995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115983018271529995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/10/59minutes-of-pain.html' title='59minutes of pain'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-115944078229424846</id><published>2006-09-28T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T10:39:07.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Scents</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love perfumes.. I really really do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last week I went to Subang Parade.. with Brandon.. and Mom.. and Dad.. I was happy.. Brandon and I went straight to Parkson.. the entrance where all the perfume stalls line neatly waiting for us!! *rubs hands in glee*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Brandon and I went from one stall to another getting the poor salesgirls to spray specific perfumes on a strip of lil paper so we could sniff on them like a couple o drug addicts sniffin glue. Ralph Lauren, Hugo Boss, Anna Sui, Calvin Klein, Polo, DKNY, Dior, Georgio Armani, Estee Lauder.. *OMGWTFBBQ!!!!* YAYYYY!!!! every now and then we had to ask the salesgirls/ salesguys-who-crossed-over-to-the-other-side to give us a whiff of coffee beans to neutralise our clogged with lots of mixes of scents sense of smell. And then i hear.. "audrey!".. uh-oh.. a familiar voice.. nooooo... no.. this is so embarrassing!! I love goin around wasting perfume testers and smellin the latest good stuff but.. NONE of my frenz have ever seen me.. really goin around with 30 strips of lil papers in my hand.. ALL with different scents of women fragrances, mind you!!. It was Clinton.. OMG, eff me dead.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;He was there.. waiting for his housemates to go have dinner.. after a work out at the gym and a little bit of starin at pretty girls running and jumping.. It's okay guys.. I understand.. =) When i saw him I was like.. "Oh hell, no!!!" but greeted him anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Audrey: Hi Clinton!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Clinton: What are u doing here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Audrey: *shows many many strips of lil paper in her hands* *blushes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Clinton: YOU CHEAPSKATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Darn it!! So we went round a bit.. i took a bottle of burberry's and sprayed some on clinton.. the salesgirl was not amused.. Brandon decided to get a Georgio Armani which smells oh-so-sexy!! I decided not to get any.. cuz i really want the Paris Hilton's one.. but they didn't have it there.. so i think I'll go out and get a bottle this weekend!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;List of perfumes I really really want:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/32499671.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paris Hilton's just me... The sexiest scent in one ugly bottle.. XD.. she prolly just wanted to create a bottle that says.. "My Body!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/35691809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Euphoria: Blossom.. The sweetest, most relaxing fragrance.. sexy bottle..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/prod_2888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;CK Summer: The hottest.. for men and women..I love the shade of orange!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/dkny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;DKNY: Be Delicious.. Deliciously obsessive!&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/dkny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Red or Green better ha? I didn't get to sample this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/Hugo_Pure_Purple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hugo Boss: Pure Purple cuz... I really love purple.. and this actually smells really good! I love Hugo Boss.. especially the fragrances for men.. cuz they make guys smell so good it's sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yeah that's bout it.. so far,. No I dun plan to get all of them at one go.. I planned everything out really well.. and I know just what to do in order to obtain all of the above... "Mom, dad,.. all three brothers whom i love very very much.. now my birthday's in a month or so.. i want perfumes".. sexy plan wei!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-115944078229424846?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115944078229424846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115944078229424846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115944078229424846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115944078229424846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/09/sexy-scents.html' title='Sexy Scents'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-115902142551592168</id><published>2006-09-23T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T22:24:23.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't then..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I've had it.. I don't care .. after a month not getting a word out of u I decided to call.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Few months ago: A promise is a promise.. I'd never break my promise especially when it involves you.. don't worry so much.. I'll be home even if I have to chew my arm off to make sure I do. I'll be home for u.. I miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Now: I don't have holidays end of the year. I'm havin holidays now but I won't be goin home cuz my parents just came back from KL.. I'm takin a week off from school in november to go to China with my parents. I doubt I'd be comin home for christmas.. sorry.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;" My exams will be over by the 17th of November.. gonna enjoy myself crazy the next day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;" Why? What's happening?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I miss you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"awww, I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" yeah, same here.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with being the pillar.. I'm sick of waiting for u to change.. I'm tired of giving chances and then seeing you take advantage of every single one of them.. I'm fed up with the silent treatment.. too exhausted from crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I ever wanted was for u to care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but forget it.. Don't come home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry.. I'm not important anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I never was...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-115902142551592168?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115902142551592168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115902142551592168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115902142551592168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115902142551592168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/09/dont-then.html' title='Don&apos;t then..'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-115807640510229322</id><published>2006-09-12T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T08:53:25.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;So I went to Kl once more..  and this time.. I didn't need much help gettin home.. i learnt to pay attention to road signs a bit more.. ahahaha.. Thx leonard.. no thanks to li peng but many thanks to li peng's dad~ Muakzies~ oklaaa.. thank li peng a bit.. she lead me half way there... ahahaha~ Went to KLPac to watch the shape of things.. don't wanna talk bout it la... I'm just really ticked off bout few other things.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;My relatives.. My uncle's a manipulator who enjoys cheating people and makin money out of it.. primary target.. my father.. my other uncle.. enjoys fornicating about, spending his "girlfriend's" money and then combining powers with uncle #1 to cheat on dad.. without the slightest form of guilt that.. this is your sister's husband.. that if you hurt him you hurt her.. that if you hurt him, you're effecting the niece u say you love.. or the nephew u said you love spending time with.. has it all been a lie? The sick part of it all is that when they're down in the dumps.. they crawl to my parents for money.. when they have money, they ingratitiously take advantage of my parents. How can anybody.. especially one that shares your blood, do such horrible things to the two people who had trusted them.. took them in when they were fucked up.. fed them when they didn't even have money to buy toilet paper to wipe their sorry asses.. I just don't understand.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;This suppose to be a private matter you say.. fuck privacy.. their shit came out in newspapers.. The Star.. and Utusan Melayu.. uncle #1 cheated tourism companies for over a million.. and is being tried in court,.. the other's safe.. and is doing better than before but all the things that he's done leaves scars that hurts to hell everytime they stand right in front of you. Especially when they tell you they love you and you beat yourself crazy in trying to believe it's true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;The hardest part is knowing.. deep inside.. that you love all of them.. so much.. as family.. and you can't hold on to that anger and it cages you up allowing your emotions to get out of hand.. you just don't know what to do. Your uncle bad mouths your religion in your face. He talks bad about your mother, his sister.. finding it a regular discussion between uncle and niece and I spend my time then and there,.. telling him how wrong he is and he sits there letting out his "you-are-so-pathetic" laugh.. and I'm there thinkin what a bitch this guy can be and then I become somewhat glad that he's losing everything and then I break down and kill that feeling because whether I like it or not.. he's family.. and he'll always be family.. lookin out for one another suppose to be the right thing to do but... they don't believe so.. or else they wouldn't be hurting your family in the first place, innit? So.. again i'm sittin here.. not knowing what to do.. or how to feel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;The hardest part of all is seeing all your cousins.. the ones you love so much.. the ones that you have been so close with since forever.. you care about them so much.. the pain they try to hide kills you inside... their idiots for fathers cause them all the grief and hurt that I can't possibly imagine,.. having blessed with parents who had loved me all my life.. the two special people who would rather hurt themselves than watching me in pain. They don't see them for christmas.. or new years.. they miss birthdays and graduation. How can one father live everyday knowing that he is abusing his family in this way? I read man and boy. i cried. because the only person i know who sees family, love and life like Harry Silver is my dad. I don't see it in any of my uncles and it hurts so much to see how their family is forced to tolerate with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Not just uncles.. cousins.. aunties even.. some of my relatives are just one happy manipulative bunch,.. I see so little love from all of them cuz their time is spent designing the perfect ways to hurt people.. not just us.. but everyone around them. I only see the world in a clearer perspective as they are displayed right then and there, playing in front of my face.. no one will be able to escape from this cuz it's people like these that dominates the world.. me.. I grow up with it.. why do I see this.. and why some people don't? I've been strong enough to push all that aside.. so i never have to end up like them.. hurting my innocent children, playing with hearts.. ending up all alone..  I don't wanna fuck up then fuck off.. I want meaning, I want love, I want trust, hope.. i want to have the courage my uncles, my cousins and my aunts never had.. I want to be just like my parents... or maybe even better as they teach me.. and I learn from what my relatives do to successfully ruin every inch of their sad lives. And vow never to be like them. To be everything that they'll never be. To be a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-115807640510229322?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115807640510229322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115807640510229322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115807640510229322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115807640510229322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/09/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-115757015253134023</id><published>2006-09-06T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T05:52:32.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLIDAYSSS!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER!!!!!!! *jumps for joy* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lit was stressful.. Miss Anne was not suppose to be in the class.. ohohoho.. but she was.. the final 5 minutes before time was up, I was still rushing through my very long conclusion for Charlotte Keatley's MMSINS.. Out of the corner of my eye,.. i see Miss Anne lookin at me strugglin away and i thought i heard her let out a very "omg, i love to see u torturing yourself like this" laugh.. omfg! But then I finished on time.. although i still had so many points i wanted to elaborate on but time didn't permit so.. yeah audrey.. practice summore.. you lack that.. seriously.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Soooo.. i can finally brush exams asiiide!! for a while la.. HOLIDAYS ARE HERE!! I plan to study during the holidays too, okaaayyy!! but not just yet,.. I'm takin 5 days just for sleep, helping out at the SPCA and well.. just being lazy.. and go out!! yes.. i can finally fix my ugly hair and.. buy summore clothes cuz i seriously don't got enough of them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mom: Audrey, why are u always wearing the same clothes? Are u that poor? *looks in closet* Is that all u've got!?? Go shopping this weekend la.. here's my card.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Audrey: Hehehe.. thanks mom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is what happens when you don't go shopping at all.. this is what happens when you're damn kiasu when it comes to spending money and this is what happens when people ask.. "audrey... what would you like me to buy for u?" and you say.. "oh.. nothing.. I don't need anything". It's true.. I don't need anything.. I got everything.. I mean.. enough of everything.. I dun need "excessive" stuff. Cuz then things end up in your closet and gets lost among all your other stuff and u end up never wearing them.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh. and if you're a person who goes shopping like.. once every 5 months then for goodness sakes please don't go shop(if ever one day u do plan to go shoppin) with a person who's life revolves around shopping, please.. Believe me, I did.. and it was stressful.. I had to go get clothes for the court visit today so li peng and I went to Subang Parade to go for a lil last minute shoppin yesterday after our lit paper and a short but horrifying stop at Aimi's. The girl practically threw stuff at me and got me to try them on.. EVEN AN UGLY PINK TOP!! Eventually I did get my stuff.. AND NO PINK... THANK GOD!! The horrible day this one.. I found out that Steve Irwin passed away cuz he was killed by a stingray.. I friggin cried.. I loved that guy.. I admired his passion for nature and animals so much!!. sigh~You'll always be remembered Stevo~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And today I went for the court visit.. Zaim persuaded me to not go to the Shah Alam court by the bus that was suppose to take all of us pre law students there and to follow him instead cuz he was gonna drive there.. with Joe, Leonard and Gary so I agreed la. *sigh*.... boys.. I'm so used to them.. I have 3 brothers but these four I tell u.. gah, love them much~ XD They're psycho and I'm sittin there thinkin.. so all these people wanna become lawyers huh? comparisons shall be made later on.. the crazy parts come first,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We got lost.. yes we did.. I mean we find the place.. but we dunno which building to go to.. and Zaim being all smartypants earlier with all his "oh I know where it is, i've been here before" and then at that moment watching him ask people for directions.. u know.. u can't help but laugh.. hehee.. Oh but I like his car... dun worry, bob.. you're sexy too!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Joe being the Grandma the entire time.. first with all his complainin bout his car and then bout Leonard lookin about for his shoes.. and about how we're gonna be late.. and with that funny pose he does when he's impatient and that silly lil fan he uses while standing in that stupid pose make it all look so.. not guy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Joe: Oh my god, it's so hot, i'm sweating all over!!.. Oh my god my feet hurts!! Woi.. why so far I'm getting tired.. Where's the place Zaim I dun wanna walk anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Leonard: No need Li Peng, kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Audrey: Boy, u seddit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Zaim: Even the only girl in this group don't complain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And then Suk yein gave us directions but i dunno how we ended up faaar away from the building we were suppose to be at and so Zaim told us to stay in one spot while he go and get the car,.. so we wait.. pretty long.. I think he got a lil lost before finding a way out.. was very warm! Zaim arrived, picked us up and zooomed there.. with joe screaming at the back la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We arrived eventually.. was late for the briefing but was in time for the court visit.. mr bala and mrs ong were there too!! :).. It was boring.. I expected some.. well at least a lil bit of debating.. We got to see three men cuffed onto one another so they walked sideways like crabs. And the judge.. ohoho.. was she ever boring!! The only word she uttered the entire time (15 minutes) was "tanggung".. see they were setting dates and postponing dates of trials for.. quite a number of people. AND THAT WAS IT.. Joe, abnormally fascinated with the buzz that signalled the entrance of the judge.. Gary and Zaim with computer games on their minds.. Leonard.. you can never read Leonard so forget it,.. and me.. thinkin bout the judge and how it would be when she gets home tonite and her husband go.. "baby, lets do it" and she goes.. "tanggung *insert specific date here* " One guy(one of them who was brought in cuffed with other three) asked for bail far more higher in sum than the maximum amount for whatever he did. and another guy pleaded not guilty to whatever and when asked whether he has a lawyer, he sed no and that he would defend himself.. o.O and then after the judge had gone the police went about telling him how stupid he is.. I was like.. "wtf? that's it?? nothing else????!!" So our group of students just sit in there talkin shit and stoning till it was time to leave for another court where we were told of the seating places of specific people like the judge, lawyers, witnesses and stuff.. I got to sit in the.. "kandang org yg bersalah".. YAY!!! and then after that we were allowed to take pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was real fun hanging out with the guys,.. tomorrow.. SHOPPIN IN 1U AND ACTORLYMPICS!!! yay!! Friday, Mun Yee's birthday party, Saturday.. hair!! then Sunday.. yet another play.. The shape of things.. Looovely!! Come, Leonard and Li Peng. let us go.. and.. whoever wanna come along larh~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh!! I got a kitten now.. her name's sushi! and she's a maniac.. so adorable!!! XD BK's sister found her.. Best buddy Jun messaged me with S.O.S'es and over exaggerated stuff to make it sound like.. either the world is ending.. or she just found out she's pregnant.. I dunno.. but it was funny.. I dunno.. being best buds for 6 years.. u noe, u get used to her and her dramaness.. muahaa.. She wrote an entire blog on me and my psychoness for animals and cats especially.. Thanks, junneh~ ahahaaa! A gat gave birth to 2 kittens in my neighbour's house and they put it in a shoebox and stupidly put them in front of their house,.. the mother cat couls not find them and so she abandoned them.. they did not bother feeding the kittens and then they ask my aunty for help.. and my aunty shoved them at me.. so now i have my hands full.. sushi's easy.. but the newborns.. not so.. hahaha... but i'll manage.. i just hope they will.. poor things.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So yeah pictures!! here.. all for your entertainment.. it's 2 am.. gotta wake up early tomorrow to feed the babies,.. ahaaha.. enjoy!! over n out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The crazy frenz.. n people..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/audrey%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Zaim: The driver., ze Oxymoron! Person who got us lost.. and then unlost later on.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/audrey%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Joe: Specialises in Complaining, makin stupid faces, bitching and camwhorin.. awww.. *pinch cheeks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/audrey%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Leonard: What?,.. Selangor man.. funny~ XD person who successfully shut joe up.. Thank you so much!!! HUGZ!!!!!! ahahaha.. poor Jojoe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/audrey%20043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gary: Make us laugh, Gary!!! hahaha!!! the after court visit planner... computer games and wut not.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/audrey%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mrs Ong: Isn't she the cutest?? "Actually Audrey.. regarding your essays.. youuu.... *thinks* your arguments were good but.. *stones* u lack some specific cases so your task this holiday will be to work on that *smiles*... *holds facial expression in place for quite some time*.. I WANNA HUG HER!!!!!! XDDD!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/audrey%20033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Mr Bala: A picture has a thousand words.. but in this case,.. *unable to retrieve data*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/audrey%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;We met Suk Yein there!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/audrey%20039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Crazy guys in.. "kandang org yg bersalah!!!!!" JANGJANGJANG!! pretty happy lookin for wrong doers, no??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/audrey%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;They brought in that big pretty chair for meee.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;oh yess... say hi to Sushi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/audrey%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/audrey%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Muh lil psycho buddy~ Muaaaahhxx!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-115757015253134023?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115757015253134023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115757015253134023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115757015253134023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115757015253134023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/09/holidaysss.html' title='HOLIDAYSSS!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-115661328905067749</id><published>2006-08-26T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T02:29:19.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Shit Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah well.. It's all been shit thrown at the path where i crawl these past few days.. no need for me to mention why.. it's already so obvious that it pokes you in the ass.. and I can't wait for it to get the hell over with.. I've done enough.. I can't take in anymore.. my head's gonna explode.. why then do I feel like I have done nothing at all in terms of preperations.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well then.. brush the darkness aside, we shall.. I dun wanna think about it for a while.. lets talk bout ME!!.. OKOK!! i kid.. don't ex this thing just yet laa... I went to watch the monster house... just cuz Simon asked me to.. It was pointless, senseless and weird.. though i really admire the animation.. and the humour was not too bad.. I didn't appreciate how the movie turned out.. maybe cuz 10 minutes after the movie started yours truly realises that she needed to pee but decided to wait till the movie finishes and... u know la.. holding on for an hour really sucks.. =D Oh, but I did appreciate one thing today... I got to go eat SUSHI!!! at sushi king.. where people welcome you with that Japanese word that even they don't understand but they just say it cuz it's part of their job.. galoueichibawadongaru (kalau itchy bawah don't garu) .. say that to them next time and watch them senselessly go.. "hai!, arigatou!!" and then u laugh yourself shitless.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll definately be in 1U for X'mas shopping.. more choices.. and maybe even cheaper.. last christmas i spent over RM600.. gotta remind myself that I AM NOT some rich kid with all the money in the world to throw about.. but it's so rewarding when u get all ure happy loved ones throwing themselves at u.. and thanking u like crazy.. hahaha!!! but then after 2 months, people like Simon would go.. "wait.. hey.. did u buy me a christmas present last year?".. "URRR YESSS!! u know.. the mug with the boobs that u use everyday????!! -___-" BAHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And then I really really wanna go watch Frankenstein In Love at KLPac... and The Mousetrap which is going to be held at the college cuz Leonard will be acting.. of course after I brutally murder one of the male main characters.. and maybe even the director.. or whoever was in charge of pickin out the casts cuz they didn't pick Leonard for a bigger role, makin him an understudy instead.. =) oh and 59Minutes cuz ma biatch Li Peng will be acting.. I'm sowee u had to turn down the role of a slut even though u badly didn't want to just cuz u want to continue giving your parents the impression that ure oh-so-pure..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Person: Fuck!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li Peng: Wut is this "fuck", mommy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li Peng's Mom: oh nothing.. just a term for... uhhh...ummm "stuffin the turkey" *smiles sweetly*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li Peng: hehehe!! ouuu!!! *turns to frenz* You know.. My mom roasted a killer turkey last christmas.. she fucked it well!!! *smiles sweetly but dussint turn out lookin too sweet* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU WANNA BE LIKE THIS, LI PENG????!!!! I DON'T THINK SO!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Person: Wanna go horse riding in my room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Li Peng: I DO, I DO!! I LOVE PONIES.. I CAN BE THE PWINCESS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Should'nt have let it go la darlin.. 'tis too bad.. *huggles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be there to see u acting.. no worries... even if u have to play the role of a loser, U'd still be loved by your frenz.. no matter what.. right guys? ummm guys?? *crickets sing* hehehehe.. Muaaahhz!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My dad and mom's gone to to some.. place.. leaving brando and me all alone.. Brandon happily out with his gay friends now.. I'm prolly gonna find one of them in his bed with him again tomorrow mornin.. aiiihzz!! and me? I just sit home and try to stuff things into ma brain summore.. 'tis worth a try.. =D it's 1.15am.. brandon's still not back.. I'm worried.. HAHAHA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stoopid kid... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alritey then.. I'm really tired.. oodray, out~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to self: Wash your braa!!! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.::edits::.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3am: Startled by screams heard 2 doors away... robbery had taken place.. brandon just got home.. his fren and him decided to be all hero like with their baseball bats.. *shakes head* . The police came and everything and all the neighbours gathered at the house.. including me.. busybodiez~.. the woman was hysterical.. scary! I can't sleep anymore!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5pm: My dad brought durian home!!!!!!.. the smell is seeping into MY ROOM!!!!!!! someone murder me!!!!&lt;/strong&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/9293167-115661328905067749?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115661328905067749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115661328905067749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115661328905067749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115661328905067749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-shit-begins.html' title='And The Shit Begins'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-115615386525686865</id><published>2006-08-21T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T02:51:05.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Exams... nuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!! this is... killing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm getting so sick of Mr Bala.. it's enough really, the amount of stress we're going through.. and then he has to come in lectures every week and go.. "I say to u all once again. By now you should have covered at least 3/4 of your ELS and the week before ure exams should be used for browsing through and practising on questions.. for those who think reading and memorising is enough, i say BULLSHIT! Start Preparing!.. UNLESS OF COURSE you don't wanna get an A and you don't give a damn bout going to a good University lah *irritating stare*.. Unless u don't wanna go BEGGING for Universities to accept you I suggest you start right now!!.. if you don't care bout the money invested for your education here(indirectly: U don't care bout ure parents spending so much on u) or if you don't want secure future then go ahead and be lazy.. When u get ure shit results there will be no use sobbing and crying over it.. and then u'd have to retake the thing.. *starts talking about balancing stress of A2 with AS*.. then if u don't do well ure gonna have to resit A-levels and see all your friends moving on with their new experiences as they take one step ahead of u in their education.. WE GET THE MESSAGE BAHH!! It's so hurtful.. Maybe cuz it's true.. or maybe cuz I have 7 more chapters to cover and my other subjects.. OMG.. I'm gonna get that yucky feeling in my tummy again!! FaQ!!! siiigh!!! I'll study hard!! I will... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm gonna call SPCA.. after trials I think I'll do some voluntary work there, taking care of animals.. cleaning them, feeding them, playing with them.. everything!! Cookie had to be taken away from me.. my dad's allergic to cats so I can't have a cat as long as I'm living under his roof. I miss her so much! Someone found her in a plastic bag.. she was only a week old.. I hate the cruelty human beings possess.. People here throw kittens out of their moving cars to kill them.. tie them up in bags and throw them in the dumpster.. and just recently, some psycho person decided to pull out his rifle and then he started shooting randomly at his 40 dogs till there was only 13 left cuz his neighbours complained about the noise.. and people pour boiling water on new born kittens and puppies to kill them. My stupid neighbour abuses her dog and I hear it cry all the time. I talked to her about it once.. She said it was none of my business as to how she treats her dog.. I wanted to slap her good.. and last year, a cat had four kittens.. the owner let her children pull the kittens apart as she stood there watching and laughing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;All animals have the right to be loved. And if the animals at the SPCA lacks that love due to assholes for humans then I'll do it.. I'll shower them with love till they get sick of it! hehe.. I want to help. I need to. Maybe i'll get to adopt a cat there. I won't have to bring it home and it would still belong to me.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/050819035532.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;That's cookie.. 2 weeks old I think.. She was so small.. I had to wake up at 5am every morning just to feed her and then she'll be the first I run to when I get home from school...It was 6 months later that she was taken away from me.. God, I loved her so much.. I'm sorry you had to go.. I miss you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Lucky's practically my best friend.. got him when I was 7.. Love him to bits!! =) Muahhhz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Right then... back to work~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-115615386525686865?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115615386525686865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115615386525686865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115615386525686865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115615386525686865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/08/spca.html' title='SPCA'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-115556639499887793</id><published>2006-08-14T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T06:27:41.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of all Horrors!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am to the point of madness.. I swear... My family (mom's side) is psycho beyond psycho, i swear!! But u know.. they're great!!! I love them!!! Went to Penang for my Grandma's birthday.. funny.. last year i clearly remember it was in september then few years back it was in June.. hahaha.. but no worries.. we just wanna make our dear mama happy.. We were SUPPOSE to leave early.. 9am was the plan.. we ended up leavin at 11am cuz dear mommy had to be all girly with make up.. hahaha.. She's so cute larhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;We left with Pat, My mom's friend and our office accountant in the family business. We were suppose to meet the entire Herboldt family for dinner in Penang.. Mom got me to invite Edwin...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/dad%27s%20trip%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Right then.. meet Edwin.. my boyfriend of 3 years.. He is the most fun loving person you'd ever meet.. He's always in denial about being adorable. Has weird obsession for spicy stuff. Lives in Sungai Petani, goes to TARC in Penang.. He left last year actually.. he was livin in Subang since he was in Std 1. Untill last year!! LEAVE ME LA NOW!! But no matter, he's too lovable and i loves him to bits. He likes white.. he's always wearing white. he has the most adorable dimple, I swear!! Muaaaakz!!! I think he's the most caring person.. He's responsible and independant... he's fit so he gots nice tummy and he's pretty much toned in all the right places.. *if it sounds wrong to u, i'm sorreh~* XD and to me he's really sexy cuz he gots a nice butt!!! Like Saran.. MUAHAHAA!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Right.. we shall proceed.. I got there.. My uncle Richard volunteered to go pick Edwin up.. YAY! The moment Edwin got in the car I told him.. "Edwin.. somewhere along dinner.. you will meet a bald guy.. he's my uncle James.. now I want you to be strong.. and not care of whatever he says during the dinner.. okay?" Agreed. We proceed simmore.. to hotel room!! My mom rolled her eyes constantly at Edwin telling her that he has not been around much in Penang. After she drifted off to sleep.. there was nothing to do but camwhore.. oh yes.. edwin's new interest now.. camwhorin.. HAHAHA.. just like his elder brother and sister now.. influenced by one of his crazy frenz cum housemate.. *smiles* GOOD LA... once upon a time the guy would run away at any camera pointed his way..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/penang%202%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hotel room Camwhorin,..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dinner was the worst I swear!!! Not the food, the food was goood.. but.. but... GAH!!! meet my uncle James.. the worst turtle-lookin guy ever... like.. ever!! Yet I love em.. HAHAHA...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/penang%202%20016.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My uncle James.. from England.. The interrogator.. the mean person.. the mother of psychoness!!! Squeaky baldness of it all. The moment he saw Ed and I holding hands he said, in the most serious manner.. "no.. no.. don't hold hands in public.." Edwin pulled away a bit, thinking he was serious.. i clinged on his arm, pulled a tongue out at my Uncle james and told him "That's the mad guy.. don't listen to him.. whatever he says".. Dinner time was horrendous for my poor boyfriend as Uncle James mercilessly tortured him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;James: So what's your name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Edwin: urr.. Edwin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;James: Edwin what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Edwin: Edwin Cheong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;James: What kinda name is that, for god sakes, you some chinese waiter or something? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;James: You got a chinese name? What's your chinese name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Edwin: Cheong Shao Chuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;James: HA?? CHEING CHIONG CHANG? WTF!! sounds like a damn chinese sex act.. *moans horribly* ohhh.. gimme some chiong chang!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Edwin: *turns to me* I knew he was gonna say something bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;James: why are u talkin to her.. dont.. don't talk to her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;James: What do you study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Edwin: I'm doing Building Technology at TARC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;James: What the fuck is that?? Do you think you'll be able to support my niece with some infamous career???! U plan to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Edwin: I don't have to answer that.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;James: Fuck you!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;James: So what sports do you play?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Edwin: Badminton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;James: BADMINTON!! thats a sissy game!! *starts pretending to swing bandminton racket like a sissy* oooh aaahhh!!! did someone say coock??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mom: *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Poor Edwin... but he was cool with it,.. Uncle James told him that he should be aware of what he's getting himself into, being with me and all.. hahahaha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;James: do you wear the pants in this relationship.. *looks at Edwin* No, I didn't think so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;SO BAD!!! I took a picture of him being decent a bit tho.. here's him and my mommy!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/penang%202%20018.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/penang%202%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Edwin and I took a lil bit more picture together.. we don't see each other that often bah~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;James: Do you have a car?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Edwin: No..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;James: Becas? Tricycles? God, ure so useless!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Audrey: STOP IT LA U!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/penang%202%20009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My cousin stephanie.. I;ve not seen her in years,.. we used to be playmates and would do everything together since we were 4 years old. Last time she came to visit was Christmas 2003.. Oh.. how I've missed her!! My other cousin selina.. was not as close to her as I was with muh steffie who calls me Ori.. HAHAHA!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/penang%202%20017.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Selina and her boyfriend..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So yeaahh.. nothing much after that... we just ate and..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/penang%202%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mama and pat.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The next morning my uncle James came in again to talk about his one night stand and it was not pretty.. It was a good trip loor... But I Have to go back to studying.. oh King lear.. dammit all.. My bed's callin to meeeee!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-115556639499887793?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115556639499887793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115556639499887793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115556639499887793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115556639499887793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/08/mother-of-all-horrors.html' title='Mother of all Horrors!!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-115531491953243481</id><published>2006-08-11T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T09:48:39.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look there... Look there.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;YAAAAWN!!!!!...........&lt;br /&gt;Right then... I'm really tired... YAY!! I need to studystudystudy.. boohoo.. what to do!! My bloody class is like.. the smart people of all smart people.. I tell u, peer pressure!!! Lets talk bout King Lear shall we? 3/4 of PL2 did the final scene of King Lear yesterday. I thought it was awesome despite some minor bloopers... The emotions were very well taken care of.. cept Marcus, being Edmond, HAD to laugh when he got.. "cucuked" as Clinton put it. That laughed caused a chain of laughter from the audience.. even poor Naz can't stop herself from laughing even though she was acting as Gonerill, whose lust toy had just been stabbed there and should in fact.. be reaaally sad.. HAHA! But it went good... the sword fight scenes weren't perfect but it did bring out the tension and excitement except at the end when Marcus just HAD to laugh.. We did make up and everything. Saran was the sweetest with her lil Cordelia look.. Naz and me had the bitchy look for Gonerill and Regan!! GAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two evil sisters die.. why? Cuz Regan was poisoned by her own sister, Gonerill and Gonerill killed herself after Albany, he husband, revealed her intimate relationship with lust toy edmond.. wuddya knoww.. and then poor Cordelia dies in the end too cuz Edmond got some person to hang the poor girl.. and then Lear dies out of grief. I think an entire family, wiped out in one scene is just... WAYYY too dramatic, although it does bring out the mother of all tragedies. It was just.. so sad!! Why couldn't Cordelia live???!!! Shakespeare.. Shakespeare!! O well.. Edgar becomes king in the end.. and if we follow the cast in which our dear Li Peng had chosen and listed, Orlando Bloom, being Edgar, would erase off A WHOLE LOT of tragedy.. Cordelia who? teeeheeeheee.... gaaawsh.. I thought Leonard bein Edgar was cool.. he had a zorro mask and all.. ALL the stupid dead sisters could not witness the act after they die because they had to have their eyes shut for.... they're... dead... GAAH!! I got pictures from dear sarany though.. and the final part.. there was a snapshot of Leonard being Edgar.. He looked so.. emotional... just look at pictures la.. you'll get what I mean..&lt;br /&gt;Later after the 45-minute act.. Naz and I cleverly forgot to bring make up remover so we spend a hellufa time in the toilet trying to get make up off using tissue paper, water and hand wash!!! Naz ran off first cuz she had to go meet up with someone.. I was almost to the point of tears.. THE EYELINER WON'T COME OFF!!! So then I gave up lar.. so what? I'm on my way back anyway.. it was already past 4.30.. no one would see me.. WRONGO!!! I met Li Peng swaying like a tree with her fren.. and my not-so-dear friend was there too.. Jake.. He looked at me and was like... "didn't sleep kah?".. BAH!!!! so panda me practically ran to look for my car la. siigh!!! So we're done with King Lear... awwwwwwwwww!! I was beginning to love it so much!!! Next..Chaucer's The Knight's Tale.. OHH SHIT!! I hope we don't have to act anything out... En Li would wanna do love scenes.. I'll screaaaam!!! NAWWW, En Li.. me kidddsss.. Muakz!!! I'm gonna leave u guys with pictures cuz i feel like cat shit. hehe.. Muaaaahhz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5525.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Me as Regan, Sarany as Cordelia, Naz as Gonerill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5492.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Rehearsals: Leonard as Zorro.. I mean Edgar..=) see I told you your smile's adorable, Leonardy~ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;YING AND YANG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Cordelia dies.. look.. i'm dead there!!! Laughing marcus gets dragged away!!!! stoopid fella.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/400/Image078.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Kent(Clinton) and Regan(me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5552.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Heart wrenching scene.. Leonard spilling emotions there..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5527.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;"we two alone shall sing like birds i'th cage.." Ben as Lear, Saran as Cordelia..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/IMG_5542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;Gary as Albany.. Marcus as Edmond is dying.. Naz and me as Gonerill and Regan.. DEAD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;kAY.. that's all folksies!!! Till next time lar horrr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-115531491953243481?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115531491953243481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115531491953243481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115531491953243481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115531491953243481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-there-look-there.html' title='Look there... Look there.....'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-115471066343371180</id><published>2006-08-04T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T09:27:52.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet The Doods</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#663366;"&gt;HELLO!!!!!!! Did everyone miss mwee??? Do people even read my posts?? GAH!! Anywayyy... I'm REAAALLY stressed with the incoming trial exams at the end of this month... makes me wonder what I'm doing wasting my time here but.. I NEED A BREAK!!.. I'm only human after all.. STOP LAUGHING LI PENG!!! So this is what I've decided to do today.. I am going to give you, yes you.. and introduction to the people I love, the people I wish I couldn't love but can't help but love *looks at En Li* and the people I love out of charity.. *looks at Li peng*... Right on.. Presenting my very first TCSJ fren..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;CHEOK LI PENG!! *brief claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/400/Image060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Righto~ The first day of college was the turning point of my life.. The day I met Cheok Li Peng was THE turning point of my life.. From the Audrey who once had control over her mind.. to the Audrey who now dramas at every single bloody thing. I don't deny that I was and have always been a dramaqueen and I honestly thought that there could never be anyone more pathetic than I am.. UNTIL I MET HER!!! Pinkness, perkiness, squeakiness, hypervantilatingness, USELESSNESS!! Never have I ever.. EVER come across someone as twisted as this.. this thing here. She appears all innocent-like.. "oh, i hate my picturrreee" BIMBO ALERT!!! She claims she hates her photos but 68.99% of the photos in MY phone belongs to one Li peng.. If you ever talk to her about things to do with... human reproduction.. she'd cover up her ears and sing (rather horribly, i mite add).. but as u continue the conversation with other friends, she'd slowly come out of her paper thin shell and join in.. peer pressure, huh? She loves literature.. goes with her personality... Nicknames!!! Li Pig, Lame Peng, Lips, Drama-rama, Imbalanced... if i remember any others I'll add in later.. I don't regret calling you friend but I do regret going to BK with you. This person would order a mushroom swiss double and pick out the mushrooms.. It's almost like ordering iced tea without tea.. She stole my scrungie.. She calls me names.. she falls in the category of love out of pity.. noo. i'm kiddin... she's a great person and a really great fren.. we'd laugh bout everything till our tummies hurt.. although she's rough round the edges even if you squint your eyes to the point where u start to think you're going mad, she is superbly nice when she wants to be and Lo!! there's the beauty of Cheok Li.. I love YOU Li Peng!!!! KISS U LATER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up... SARAN MUTANG TAGAL- something something... *louder claps and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/400/SMT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Hokays!!!! Saran Mutaaang!! The first day of college.. I saw this reaaally pretty girl and I'm like.. shit.. why is there a model in this class!!!?? I looked around her and I realised.. yes.. this class is the main breeding ground for pretty girls.. shit shit.. I thought she was a philipino.. Honestly.. I got to know saran and she is the sweetest thing.. She’s funny, whacky.. And sometimes naughty… (u know what I mean saran.. great pictures!!) I can’t help but slap her butt every time she walks past me.. Cuz I think it was you who started this whole butt slappin thing in the first place, kan? Once we all went out and she had a makeover at anna sui and she practically turned into a damn supermodel.. Dammit.. I think almost all her friends are hot… why don’t I have hot friends.. Could I MEET your hot friends please? Hahahaa… You wanna kiss someone, go kiss her.. She’s too nice.. Hahaa.. But it’s good cuz then SHE AND I can be nice people together.. *cough*.. I don’t think I wanna massage her ever again.. She moans.. And… and… moaning.. Makes me…. Blush… HAHAHAHAHA… it doeeeesssss… but if u ever feel stressed darling, I’ll put earplugs on first, yah! She’s the only girl in class I ever arm wrestle with.. Strong also aaahhh.. She’s ultimate sexiness.. Lucky you ken~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Right then.. Lets go on to.. LIM EN LI!!! *horror screams within*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/400/Image029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes En Li, when I first saw you I did think you were some shoe/ or clothes model for brands like topshop or something. You thought I was a damn bitch, a know it all and a bimbo, didn’t you!!!! I WORE A PAIR OF JEANS AND A T SHIRT FOR F SAKES!!! Go see some of the June intake or something.. This girl bites people.. Clinton calls this her “feeding time”. They call u fat, I tease u bout being fat,.. In actual fact… YOU ARE NOT FAT!! Well.. In the cheeks maybe.. Both butt and face.. naah, I'm kiddin love, u gotts be mental to believe that~.. Ure not fat.. Oh,.. but the HEIGHT!!.. She’s… *whisper* short~ but it’s okaaaaayy.. Easier to get guys that way kan? Ure still freakin pretty anyway. you're always the one lookin good in photos and standin next to me, you make me look like a pig.. Oh!!! .. this girl too, takes up my phone's picture memory space more than anyone else, beating Cheok Li by an extra 20%!! her picture here.. was taken with my phone .. HAHAH!!.. NICKNAMES!! “fat” by Clinton.. She calls herself “princess” in her blogga… urrrr~.. Another one who would moan and roll her eyes upward every time I give her a massage,.. Has REALLY bad taste for guys.. Well some guys.. Please lar.. His hair is scary wei!! Well.. At least he has the heights la.. How laaa.. If u ever get together with him, you’re gonna have to carry footstools around just so u can give em good night kisses.. DONT HIT ME!! En Li.. Is just.. Noisy.. AND SHE LOVES KISSIN PEOPLE.. that is of course before she sinks her teeth into them la!!.. But we love that bout u.. at least u keep us all alive.. I mean.. 80% of Clinton’s jokes are derived from teasing you to hell.. He wouldn't be as funny if it weren't for you.. And because you are you… we laugh.. En Li!! The entertainer!! MUAKZ!! She smells funny.. HAHAHA!! NONO!!! I'm jokin~ Muaaaahhhzz!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;Next… KANG SUK YEIN!!!! *YAYS and Muakz about*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/400/Image034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ok this one… I didn’t notice AT ALL during the first week of college.. She’s so quiet!!! She appears to be quiet sometimes but when she starts talkin,.. MAN, DOES SHE START TALKING!!! She loves Clarence Er very much.. She talks about him very much too.. *groaaans*.. Naw, I’m kiddin darlz.. She is labelled… a mother,.. And someday.. She will be a good mother, being an example for all mothers to follow.. The mother of all MOTHERS!! She would lecture me if I ever speed,.. She would.. Lecture me if I ever get lazy.. She freaks out when I’m about to miss a turn.. Hehehe.. Sorry bout that one people!! She’s so sweet sometimes, you get toothaches just sittin next to her. She’s the first one to hug someone if they ever cry, first one to advise someone in trouble.. The first one to complain when you do something wrong.. NICKNAMES!!! Mrs Ong calls her the devil in disguise.. Everyone I mentions here agree that she’s Mom!! XD It’s good that u nag at me though.. At least I get my work done,.. Hahaha!! Love yaaaahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;MELLY BOO!!!!!! *woooohooooooooooooos!!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/400/Mellyboo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okaaay… Melanie!!! She’s the coolest larh!!! Tengness!! She beats all u girls in being cool wei!!! *blueks!!* We used to play pool together remember.. Then we would suck at it like helllllll!!!!! I would cry!!! Hahaha,.. We hardly play pool anymore.. She’s a foos fan.. And a dota fan now… but we still have many many laughs.. Hahaha.. Like when it comes to teasing Li peng, the epitome of uselessness!! YAY!! Yes… I agree she shoulf be with Juin Nik.. Thanks for knowing Douglas.. HAHAHA!!! Your blog’s damn popular now la, babes… This girl,.. Is emoness.. Don’t deny.. You get emo very often yah.. But she is another damn nice person.. I love tickling her so she wriggles like a worm.. And then later she’ll call me a molester… but I’m good with that.. I like being someone who molests people.. HAHAHAHA!! I do that to practically all the girls in class.. She’s great to hang out with.. You get to talk bout everything.. And she exaggerates with me!!!! YAY!! But of course it’s out of sarcasm la.. HAHAHAHA!!! Think cool music,.. Think Mel.. Think Friction.. Think Mel too.. Think stick thin.. Ok.. I won’t go there.. you make me look fat mel.. but then I am fat so I won't say anything either.. Nicknames!!!! Melly boo, Shmelly Poo, Mewwie.. Smelly melly~ Lovz ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;The guys?? Ok.. The guys… Lets start with.. BENJAMIN LOW ZHAN MIN!!! *groans*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/400/Image070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ok… this guy is weird… He curled his hair.. He looks like he has a poodle sleepin on his head now.. But, my god, the fun we’d be missing out if he never set foot in TCSJ.. I gave him a wedgie today… mwahaha… I call him benben but I don’t think this guy possesses a funny nickname.. I shall have to think of one,.. Oh.. Cept poodle la.. Hehehe.. When this guy wants fun.. He goes all out for fun.. When he wants wants sleep… don’t bother trying to wake him up.. He was the one who came up to tell me I did well for my very first presentation in lit class.. I thought he looked like a girl.. it was pretty boy look la.. I’m sowee ben.. Hahaha… You gotta see this guy act la.. He’s good.. He likes debating as well.. Not always of the right thing though.. but it's the effort that counts.. I should take debate lessons from him AND Clinton!!.. Naz tells me u drive her nuts.. You tell me she drives u nuts.. Yah la.. Go live with girls summore.. Not that easy, is it??!! Hehe! Muahhhz, yes, big belly ben, I love ya too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Next up… CLINTON TAN!!!! *hail the kuma-kumaaaaaaass!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/400/clinton%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;First time I saw him… I laughed.. And people tell me I’m long.. Go Meet Clinton!!! He has THE most mischievous smile I’ve ever seen.. He’s so cute u just wanna hug em and his cute dimple... AAAAAHHHH!! .. Of course… people like li peng dun think so cuz he’s so damn honest.. Hahaha! Oh the jokes that this crazy guy comes up with will make u laugh till you drop dead.. “Oh, saya ditikam”.. yes, Clinton.. Muahh! His favourite prey… Lim En Li… I’m sorry you’re you, En Li.. But you like it kan?? You don’t mind getting teased by one so adorable, yes? Clinton is nice to me.. I love em!! AND TOGETHER.. WE CAN TALK BOUT LI PENG’S BLOBS!! What?? No nothing, li peng!! *smiles*.. It nice to sleep on his shoulders but you'll wake up from them with sore cheeks cuz he has hard shoulders.. I TOLD U DON'T WORK OUT SO MUCH!! his abs pun.. I jealous d.. But he’s so darn nice to hug cuz he’s… soft.. HAHAHA!! He makes funny face expression.. It lightens people.. Well it makes me happy anyway.. Hahaha.. He likes kuma-kuma!! I hate you for having Bailey.. i'm gonna steal your bailey next time.. muaha!!!!! But I love ya for being THE fun.. without you.. they'd be a lot less laughs, and En Li's head would prolly be as big as the world now.. hahaha!! *kisses en li*.. You're always there to lend a helping hand.. and you cheer people up when they're down.. the sweetest.. And the smartass.. And Miss Anne’s favourite student.. Yes.. Miss Anne’s mode of transportation.. Well done!! *huggles* Kiss ya soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#663333;"&gt;Last one for this blog… LEONARD CHEW.. *applause and blown kisses!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/400/26421097139911l.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;OKAYYYY.. I’m… CRAAAZY for Leonard.. I don’t deny!! Hahaha!!! He’s just so the cute you wanna hug em forever and ever and ever!! Damn U En Li!!! Leave him alone already!!!! Li Peng.. You were the one who told me that patience is a virtue.. Don’t get mad at people for being honest bout everything that you are.. Leonard liked the lake House, didn’t ya!! We like callin him Leonardy larr… Lame Peng comes up with Chew Leonard.. Leonard promoting chewing gum.. HAHAHAHA!! He can’t pull off fake smiles laaarrr.. See his real smile is cute.. His fake smile is cute but you can tell it's fake yet it's so cute u just wanna KISS em!!.. hehe!! The first time I saw him on the first day of college… I thought he was cute.. Haha!!! Yes, I did… I hate this guy for being smart.. I hate this guy for looking good in formal clothes.. No, I like very much actually.. hahah.. You want nice comfy shoulders to get lazy on.. Go find Leonardy.. He's quiet in appearance but u get to know him and he’s not what he appears to be la.. he's such fun to be around with.. Sarcastic cuteness.. Bluek!!! This guy is the reason I love hugs, I tell you.. And he likes Saran’s tattoos yah.. you make fun of li peng but you're there to comfort her when she cries.. ure so lovable.. ah.. he sings well too.. it's romantic but he doesn't admit it.. he's athletic too.. football fanatic!! Ok, down girls!! Gaaahh!! You know u like my hugs!! If you don’t.. too bad.. I’m never gonna stop huggin yah!! MUAAAHHHZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So there u go.. So far… maybe I’ll continue with this in my next blog… Li peng’s getting impatient.. PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE MY ASS!!! OK.. I’ve listed the some people I love in PL2,.. I hate A levels cuz it’s gonna be over next year,.. SHIT SHIT!! PROMISE ME FRENZ ALWAYS!!! Till next time, Drey,.. out~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;P/s: My revenge for encouraging Olga.. makin people laugh at me and poking at my piggy tails, CHEOK LI PENG.. XP.. same goes with u LIM EN LI!! u started it all.. It's a baLance anyway la hoorr.. It's not fair that I don't get made fun of IN CLASS as often as u guys.. just so u know, I get bullied by family.. yes!! you should meet my cousins.. then u guys can throw crap at me till I go psycho.. =).. MUAAAHHHZ!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-115471066343371180?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115471066343371180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115471066343371180' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115471066343371180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115471066343371180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/08/meet-doods.html' title='Meet The Doods'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9293167.post-115419305499549833</id><published>2006-07-29T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T10:14:39.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Edwin.... i hurt now everytime this name comes up... Long distance.. fuck it. God, I love you... Hell, I love you so much... I miss you more than my heart can take.. I need you more than...... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;shhhhh.... don't.... don't care what they say.. don't listen.. I have my ears shut off.. I don't hear you people.. U can't hurt me... no wait... yes... yes u can.. just my emotions.. not my heart.. You can leave me alone now... Or anytime u get tired of torturing me.. Question my love all u want.. it's never going to change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;U remember when I promised you forever? Forever still lives... I don't intend to leave it.. No letting go, right?...I'll hold my tears.. No, i won't cry.. there shouldn't be any tears shed for sadness... when you show up at my doorstep... I will let them flow,.. thanking everything that I can finally have u a touch away again.. just like old times.. we would.. travel back in time together.. I promise.. I promise... I promise...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I remember every laugh.. every smile.. every touch.. every.. connection.. a kiss.. a thousand.. come back one day.. i'll tell u the story....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My heart is beating in yours.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;On my knees, I'll ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause with you, I'll withstand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Been far away for far too long &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you'll never go &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop breathing if I don't &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see you anymore.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hold on to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't let me go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-115419305499549833?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115419305499549833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115419305499549833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115419305499549833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115419305499549833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/07/heartache.html' title='Heartache'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-115302990428841183</id><published>2006-07-15T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:05:04.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Me Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Time is passing, fragile hearts are breaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;5 out of a thousand may seem like nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;but just one voice, that 5 can dry my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Warm my smile, chase away my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Mend my heart and keep it whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Keep me here... Don't let go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Remember me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Remember me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Don't leave me in your uncertainty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;or at the bottom of your priority..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Lend me your hope, and lend me your courage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Sooth my soul and calm my rage..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Don't wait too long to tell me, dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;For one day I might not be here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Just keep your thousands and give me five..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;or three... or two.. I don't mind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Just remember... remember me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;Ease my pain and let me see....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;But if you have to forget... then it's okay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;As strong as I may be, there's nothing left to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330000;"&gt;..cuz I would Love you anyway... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-115302990428841183?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115302990428841183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115302990428841183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115302990428841183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115302990428841183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/07/forget-me-not.html' title='Forget Me Not'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-115062308394204389</id><published>2006-06-17T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T02:52:08.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday&lt;/em&gt;: I woke up late.. i tend to do that.. oh well.. but anyway.. was suppose to leave for Penang today at 11am.. ended up leaving for penang at 2pm.. I'm not freakin complaining maaan.. Grandma n Edwin.. here I freakin come!!! hahhahaa... The trip there was oh-so boring.. Ting Ting and my aunt was sleeping so peacefully.. I stayed up wide awake with my mom to make sure she could handle the 3 hour drive.. she stole my MP3 player.. and she would listen to "You're Beautiful" by james Blunt and would only sing out the part where he goes "she could see from my face that i was.. fuckin high" and I had to go.. shhhhh, mom!!! Stupid lil girl behind the caaar!!! And then once.. we would plug the MP3 player in and sing along to it.. trying to immitate the way steve tyler sang in "Don't wanna miss a thing" .. It was crazy.. we arrived in Peneng.. all well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Went to look for my grandmother's place.. we got a little lost.. we stopped at least 5 times, asking people for directions.. Finally got to her place and dragged her away from her 2 crazy housemates.. She lead my mom to this lil shop.. going around in twists, turns and corners,.. We had.. char kuey teow.. or... whatever way u spell this thing,.. I may be chinese but... I FREAKIN HATE THESE THINGS.. i dun like chinese noodles.. but I ate like a pig anyway cuz i was hungree.. After that.. we dropped my aunt and grandmother at this doctor and waitied in the car for at least an hour for them.. at the same time, my mom was calling all the hotels we previously accomodated.. all fully booked.. summer holidays they said.. We eventually turned to Sunway Hotel.. got a double bed room.. ordered another extra bed for my grandmother and all 5 girls stuffed themselves innit.. the two beds were so small.. I was suppose to share a bed with my mom tonight.. but i though.. why not.. i sleep like a rock anyway.. we went out for dinner.. very random dinner in every little stall.. Went back to the hotel.. quite stuffed.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Went to the toilet to have a baath!! The shower was crap.. the water came out too strong and i couldn't freakin adjust the thing.. had a quick one and got out, letting ting ting have her turn to take a bath.. heard a loud scream as she turned the shower on.. I laughed.. (such an evil being I am.. mwehehe).. Had the crappiest nite too.. i sleep like a rock yes.. It's my mom.. she kept curling everywhere.. she was slowly pushing me towards the edge of the bed.. I didn;t sleep all nite.. when my grandmother woke up at 6am.. I fell on her bed and went to sleep.. letting my mom dominate that stupid lil bed.. &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;: Had the suckiest breakfast ever at the Hotel's lobby.. we checked out soon after breakfast and then headed to Evergreen Hotel.. AAAhhhhh!!! Evergreen!!! I worship ure beauty!!! I love the huge crystal chandeliers hanging everywhere.. and I love the smell of it.. went to the room.. the beds were much bigger,.. YAY!!! stuffed all our bags in there and went down to the hotel's restaurant for a buffet lunch... It was so freakin good.. XD lamb and chicken and beef.. EVERYTHING!! Had one of the best buffet lunch... My mom wanted to go shopping so we all hopped into the huge naza and went to Gurney Plaza.. we walked around.. my mom was suppose to buy clothes cuz.. all her old clothes suck..(sowee mom).. she put on MY MP3 player.. hooked it on her pocket and walked around.. I handed out my hand so she could hold it and she slapped it away.. SLAPPED IT AWAY!! like what brandon usually does.. NOOOOO!!!!!!! TAI KAR JIEEE!!!.. hahahhaa... I bought a new spectacle frame.. cuz my old one's broken.. YAY!! and soon.. i'll get this nice purple lense.. and be happy!!! (horrible mommy stole my colour for her lenses..) But thanks mooom.. for my new cute frame.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Halfway walkin a felt this sharp pain in my stomach.. yeaaah.. i started.. crappin.. HAHAHAHA.. it was awful!!! but I won't go into details.. i think it was breakfast.. i think it was the scrambled eggs.. i spent 1/2 an hour in Gurney Plaza's stupid shmelly toilet.. and then went back to the hotel only to feel that pain again.. and I ran to the lobby's toilet.. spent another 1/2 an hour there.. but it was cleaaan.. XD was about to get out when i heard someone rush inside the toilet.. i heard a woman sobbing and once in a while she would wail like as if her world was ending.. I felt it would be rude to get out so I stayed sitting on the toilet bowl till she left... then i ran back up to the room.. hahaa.. there i had my last visit to the toilet, followed by a nice hot bath.. and I was all good again.. YAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Sat around for a while till my grandma's fren Joe called to say that he has arrived downstairs,.. YAY!! GO PICK UP EDWIN FOR DINNER!!! His place was not very far from the hotel.. about 20 minutes away.. up on the hills of Tanjung Bungah.. We arrived.. I called him.. He came out... I was so freakin happy to see him.. after 3 months,.. siigh!! he still looked really dark.. he got hair now,.. after NS hahahaha!! he's still so thin.. but still oh-so sexy.. HAHAHA... I hugged em.. how i missed his smell.. we hopped into the car and went back to the hotel.. my Grandmother dropped us there and then went to her place to fetch the aunties.. Edwin and I went to the hotel room where my mom, ting ting and aunt were.. had funny conversations.. My mom askin bout how he is and stuff.. me n him camwhoring a bit.. HAHAH,.. It's awonder how I can survive this long without him.. it was when i was with him that i realised how much i really missed him.. it hurts... most days i would think about him and just smile to myself.. i did miss him everyday.. but today.. it hurt when he smiled at me.. I am in love with him.. so much so that at that moment in time.. I felt the real hurt of us being apart for so long.. I wanted to cry but I was too happy.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;At dinner.. the crazy aunties would ask him for his ICnumbers and stuff to try on their luck for the upcoming 1+3D.. HAHAHAH... he was like.."huh?? uhhh??oh.. okok... hahaha".. My mom was laughing herself crazy upon seeing Edwin's reaction towards this... I just hugged em and told him how cute he was.. hahhaa,.. after a weird dinner.. with vegetables fried with flour.. ????!!!!.. i know.. lolz!! weird.. Edwin and I walked back to the hotel.. my mom drove the aunties home and then went back to the hotel.. we took some pictures along the way and talked for a bit.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;We stepped into the lobby to find the people already sitting down there.. Ting Ting was begging my mom to take her to go eat durian.. i told my mom that i would rather die than even go near an unopened one.. at first my aunt suggested that we didn't bother bout what she wanted.. then she started slouching on the couch she was sitting on.. Edwin looked at her and said.. "It's interesting to see lil kids get angry.. my brother an I used to wonder what was going on in our youngest brother's mind whenever he merajuks" hahaha.. I looked at ting ting and said.. "I wonder what the lil brain of hers is thinkin now" and we laughed a bit.. Ting Ting was just about to cry when my mom made up her mind to take her to eat that disgusting stuff... I asked my mom for the room key to get Edwin's birthday present that I got for him.. I went up with him.. and.. we got kinda lost.. hahaha.. we both have horrible sense of direction!! &gt;_&lt; .. finally found the room and i grabbed the present and gave it to him.. he thanked me and then leaned forward.. and ten it shall be cu off now cuz i dun.. do anything.. and tell.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;We went back down cuz we thought they were waiting for us in the car.. they had already left.. so we went back up to the room and watched a movie.. i took thistime to take his smell into memory again,.. hahaha... Touching show.. T__T.. ish okie.. Edwin was there to cuddle me.. ^_^.. The Lim family stormed back after a while,.. and they all smelled like DURIAN!! *dies*.. After we finished the movie, joe called again at 11pm to say that he has arrived for us to send edwin home.. I went with him.. with my grandmother there as well.. and all the while in the car i just held on to his arm and rest my head on his shoulder,.. It was so hard to think that i was about to leave him for months again.. was suppose to go see him the next day but his parents were coming so i told him that he should go home.. to his family and that we would see each other again soon.. although I didn't know when.. but it didn't matter at that time.. I walked with him into his porch.. His housemate came out and he introduced us.. I hugged him one last time and kissed his neck and told him to be safe always.. till I see him again.. we said goodbye and I hopped back into Joe's car.. On the way back my grandmother kept telling me how much she admired Edwin.. and asked me when the wedding was.. and that she has to see me get married before she dies but of course.. she has been saying the same thing since i was 8... Got back to the hotel.. slept so well.. ^_^ stole all the blanket from my mom.. REVENGE!! muahahaha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday:&lt;/em&gt; I didn't wanna leave.. I wanted to see edwin more.. but we gotta,.. my mom said.. lolz.. oh well.. I woke up at 10 then had a bun.. took the crazy girl to go swim about cuz she was merajukking once more about no one wanting to take her swimming.. after that we checked out of the hotel.. once again.. we were on the road ..on our way back home.. after a short stop to look at the kaikan that was built in Butterworth.. it was.. quiet.. lolz.. My mom bought a book and then we started on out journey home.. same as how it started off.. Ting Ting and aunt slept the whole time.. I was wide awake with Mom.. we didn't bother stopping for lunch agaaain!!! I got home starving!!!! But we had a great dinner!! Went to Tanjung after that to welcome Jun back home from Aussie.. she'll be stickin around for 2 weeks.. goin to watch movies with her tomorrow.. wheee!! Yay!! My butt pincher is back!! I ordered Iced Milo for the first time.. my order is always Iced Lemon.. But I wanted to be reminded of Ed.. he loves Iced Milo for some weird reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;I got to chat with him a little before i went to bed.. Was so happy to hear from him.. I got him a webcam for his birthday.. he was in Sungai Petani.. back with his family.. he told me we should have a webbie conversation soon.. suppose to have one today but it's been thundering a lot.. might not get to talk to him till it's over.. It better get over with by this evening!! I know it will.. ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;***Posting pictures in a another blog.. blogger being a bitch again~***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/9293167-115062308394204389?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115062308394204389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115062308394204389' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115062308394204389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115062308394204389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/06/penang.html' title='Penang!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9293167.post-115022553313138402</id><published>2006-06-13T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:05:33.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why meeee??</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Ok... I've been tagged by my DARRRRLING... &gt;_&lt; *cough* friend CHEOK LI PENG.. to do this... this...  thing about what I would fancy my so called dream guy to be.. 8?? really?? why so many??? siiigh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I don't expect too much in a guy, really... he doesn't have to be the best lookin guy in the world or the richest.. or the sexiest.. PLAHH!!.. ok.. lets see... I would like a guy who ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;1. is Sensitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;- COME ON PEOPLE!! who wouldn't want a sensitive guy.. i get hurt really easily cuz.. I do live by lovey dovey movies sometimes and when I say "I Love You".. I expect a guy to look into my eyes and tell me that he loves me too. And mean it.. I want a guy to feel sad when I'm sad or feel happy when I'm happy.. not just me but everyone else.. his friends, family.. everybody.. I like a guy who gets all soft when I hold his hand.. I really dislike that particular type of guy who would just say.. urrh.. ok when their girlfriends tell them they love them.. Or move away when their girlfriends show their affections because they get too afraid of being labelled a softie.. I love a guy who's not afraid to show his sensitive side, basically.. To me.. sensitive guys are adooorable.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;2. is Fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;- I like fit guys.. who freakin doesn't.. I like healthy guys, ya know.. but I don't fancy the ones who freakin calls the gym their second home.. Or a guy with muscles bigger than his head.. and brains.. I like a guy who takes care of himself.. know when it's time to go for an exercise.. a swim, a bike ride.. or a run.. Fit like a particular guy who has been in taekwondo for 7-8 years and need not flex his muscles for them to reveal.. hehehe.. oh... and breaks wood with his hand,... sweetness.. *wink* I like nice bods.. If u have nice pacs.. it's a major plus.. Not those scary ones.. I shall add once more.. Like.. u know.. the ones that don't go.. "hey look at me" type.. If u gots a firm tummy.. I'd love it too.. 'scuse for being all girly but I dun really fancy soft guys.. like the ones without a liking for sports and prefers the couch and TV all day.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;3. Gots the eyes and the smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;- To me.. the eyes and the mouth where the smile forms are the first two things I would first notice in a guy.. I Like guys with deep eyes. I don't like lazy-eyed boys cuz to me, they look... well.. lazy.. and I dun like lazy guys.. The eyes, they say are the window to the soul.. I dun wanna freakin see ure soul, man.. but I want eyes that are able to show emotion.. Like how a look could tell u everything... Smile!!!! Importante!! A guy with a sexy smile is too damn good.. I like lookin at lips.. and somehow.. shape of the lips could make up the best smile... for example.. Kimi Raikonnen.. has unbelievably kissable lips.. and when he smiles.. it's beautiful!!! I like a guy who looks into your eyes with his oh-so-sexy ones and smile his cutest smile that could melt your heart and tell u instantly that he loves you.. If u try on crooked smiles like Heath Ledger .. and it does not syncronize with your personality then forget it.. By the way.. Heath ledger's crooked smile works in spicing him up.. hahaha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;4.  Has his own identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;- To me, identity is crucial.. I live in search of my own identity all the time.. hence.. people calling me weird all the time.. and a guy who lives by.. trying to act like 50 cent.. or Eminem.. or a specific celebrity turns the whole mood off.. I like a guy who has his own unique taste in things and who is not afraid to just be himself.. a real turn off would be a guy who acts all different and tries to show off in front of you.. basically not being himself larh.. I like a guy who can think for himself.. not the ones who would move away from his girlfren cuz his friends tell him it's not cool.. or whatever.. I love a guy who can argue about his own wants and not follow everything I say.. If I tell him he must love vanilla Ice Cream(cuz I freakin love vanilla), he shouldn't have to change his love for chocolate(example) just because I say so. I love having dominance over certain things but I want a guy to have total control over himself.. not to the extend of an over inflated ego.. just enough to show me that he does have his own personality.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;5. has a soft side for Nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;- Animals and nature are a huge part of me. A guy need not be as passionate about the subject as I am but I want a guy who appreciates nature and is comfortable around animals.. I tend to run towards any stray/domestic animal i see and well.. he must be able to understand my compassion for animals.. follow me and look on as I play with them.. i don't like guys pulling me away from the things i love because they think it's dirty or whatever.. They don't have to touch or play with them.. but if u are a huge animal lover.. It's a plus.. By the way, my darling.. when u decided to sit on my kitchen floor and play with my cat instead of comin to watch TV with us.. I thought that was extremely sweet... I don't like guys who do not have any respect for nature.. I like a guy who would go out and just stand in the breeze from time to time.. and is able to admire the blue ocean and not only the topless babes runnin everywhere(it's not wrong to look but.. appreciate the beauty of the ocean first!!), the beautiful mountains and appreciate plants, trees, flowers that Mother Nature has created for all of us..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;6. showa a deep appreciation for Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;-Don't laugh but I always love family men.. For this moment in time, i would like a guy to talk about his family whilst I do too... I'm a big family girl and family is important. I would like a guy to put his family's well being before anything else.. I'm not looking for a mommy's boy, ewww no!! I love independant guys but I love a guy who loves his family.. i don't really want to be with a guy who shouts at his mother, who disobeys his parents.. even being mean to his siblings makes it all quite hurtful.. I would rather have him be with his family during times of celebration of one family member's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;birthday/ wedding/ anniversary than spending time with me cuz like I said.. to me.. family first!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;7. is Thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;-  I like a guy to think about our relationship sometimes.. I like a guy who calls me just to tell me he loves me.. I like a guy who would remember my birthday.. Birthdays are important to me and forgetting my birthday would really hurt.. HAHAHAH.. anniversaries and valentines are never important to me.. I hate it when guys spend too much money on me because i never like my relationships to seem as if it needs material aspects to last... Just a thought followed by  a call.. or maybe drive over to my house just to get me in his arms and tell me he loves me.. all girls love occasional presents,.. I kinda do too.. but not all the time.. maybe once during my birthdays would be good .. when we go out to eat.. we pay equal unless ure takin me on a birthday dinner.. I'm quite feminist at times and i like to be treated as an equal.. even when goin for a movie.. if u buy the tickets.. i'm buying the drinks and popcorn.. i don't know why.. but I'd love a guy who remembers our past.. like our first kiss or our first embrace.. anything.. and would remind me of it sometimes just to make me smile.. I love thoughtful surprises too so a guy must really know how to plan a perfect surprise for me.. not with something costly.. if u drove me to a spot where you have a blanket ready for us to lie under the stars together.. I'd freakin LOVE you!! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;8.  CLEAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;- I hate oily hair.. I hate sweaty men.. i hate guys with messy rooms with dirty clothes everywhere.. When I hug a person i tend inhale deeply so that I'm able to put a person's scent into my memory.. I'm quite conscious about the way I smell cuz i think smell is important.. it tells people of a person's.. well.. personality.. I can't stand a guy who uses too much cologn.. it spoils a person's true scent.. using a good scentless deodorant would be good.. wash your clothes all the time!!! Don't wear yesterday's clothes.. It's disgusting.. if a guy smells like light scented soap or fresh laundry.. I would wrap myself around him.. oh.. I love the smell of clothes softener.. hahahaha... Hair.. i dun care if it's long or short.. it has to smell good... and it has to look oil free.. I dun really like wax or gel.. can't run your fingers through them.. it ruins the mood... You dont have to tuck in your shirt to look all neat.. in fact.. I'd run away from a guy who's too perfect in appearance.. Just smell nice and look clean.. i'd be happy!!! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm done?? I can go??? ok... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Now.. I shall tag Mel and Jun... MUAHAHAHAHAA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I should put a good picture of Edwin here after i come back from Penang with photos.. hehehehehe.... So far.. he's everything I love in a guy... *HUGGIEEEZZ!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-115022553313138402?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115022553313138402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115022553313138402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115022553313138402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115022553313138402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-meeee.html' title='Why meeee??'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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-9293167.post-115013820599825984</id><published>2006-06-12T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T11:50:50.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing the photos!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Couldn't get the rest of the photos to upload so I'm puttin the rest here!! stupid blogger.. where's the part where i explained Cougar's character and stuff?? T__T &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;"Cougar's character was the one i truly faved.. He was a deluded character.. unable to accept the fact that he's aging.. smashing clocks to give him the illusion that his youth was timeless, tainting mirrors so that he could delude himself of his aging process.. It's all true innit.. people are dying to find solutions to stay young... scientists are finding a way to concoct the fountain of youth... I agree with Sherbet(Bessey).. All i want is a happy life.. happily getting old and dying as a part of the process.. I don't wanna live forever.. It's being mortal that gets you to realize that you have to make the best out of ure present because u don't know the outcome of your future, knowing that we are no immortal beings.. and in the process, shaping us in becoming the great person we are.. we may die, rot and wither away in the end but just by doing great things while you're alive immortalizes you in the hearts of those who admired and loved you.." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Blogger hurts.. u write so much and then it destroys everything.. &gt;_&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;It even erased the part where i talked about what happened ay Pui Shen's and how Li peng was found naked walkin about in Pui Shen's parents' room by Pui Shen.. sigh!!! the cute toilet, the cement sinks, the great wire benches... I HATE U BLOGGA!!! &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/200/Girls%20Nite%20Out%20051.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The famous bag... Gavin Yap's bag.. hahahaha.. used to have one that looked a little like that.. without the buttons... Gavin if u ever not want that bag.. give it to me.. ok? He likes it too much.. he carries it everywhere.. it looks better on him anyway.. KEEP IT!! ^_^&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2509/671/320/Girls%20Nite%20Out%20036.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The Li peng and me camwhoring in the toilet one that stoopid blogspot decided to erase..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ari Ritos.. aaah... his character got my attention... I loved him.. he was perfect.. I had this deep desire to walk up to him and place my hand on his bald patch just like what I usually do to my Uncle James.. It's kind of a fetish i have.. hahaha!!! I know... I am weird.. &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Now the other photos would not upload.. hell with this.. aaah.. u've prolly read everything in Li peng's blog anyway.. I'm a total nobody in this blogworld anyway.. HAHAHAH... ppl who wanna see more pics just hop into my frenzter or somthin.. i'm gonna be bitter with blogga for a while.. adios!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;p/s.. story below... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9293167-115013820599825984?l=piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/feeds/115013820599825984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9293167&amp;postID=115013820599825984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115013820599825984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9293167/posts/default/115013820599825984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://piecesofpurepurple.blogspot.com/2006/06/continuing-photos.html' title='Continuing the photos!!'/><author><name>Drey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06806799006369199612</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9293167.post-115013445317962669</id><published>2006-06-12T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:54:33.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies Nite and The Fastest Clock In the Universe.. Love!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Last two weeks.. I kept waking up at nite.. and I would sit up and just worry about my exams.. Last week.. I hardly got any sleep (4 hours the most).. And I studied like a freak for hours till late.. But I still feel like I'm gonna screw first term.. despite all my efforts.. just like LAN..stoopid Mr Ari!! He deserves to get his balls kicked.. I should kick his balls wearing solid crusader-like boots and then later get Pui Shen to do voodoo on him, giggling her famous sinister giggle as I sit and laugh as he suffer,.. I'm still plotting.. &gt;_&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;But anyway.. lets get to Friday as it was THE best day ever.. I woke up at 6am.. got prepared and everyhting,.. hopped into Bob, my cuteness Kembara by 7 to drive to college.. I turned on the radio and the first song that started playing was "You Had A bad Day" by Daniel Powter and i was like.. shitness... bad omen.. nuuuu!!!!!... I'm gonna screw Law... and I think I kinda did.. I felt that my essays were too... shallow... and I couldn't explain myself properly.. Dunno why.. T___T.. but I promised myself that I would would take the opportunity this holiday to study everything.. I need that freakin scholarshiiiip!!!&lt;br /&gt;I was so bloody relieved after the last paper was rudely grabbed out of my hands and we were allowed to leave the exam hall..Saran, Li Peng, En-Li and Suk Yein.. with me.. hopped into Bob and we headed to my house so that I could grab my stuff as we were about to spend the whole entire day out.. only gouing to Pui Shen's house to bathe and get ready for THE FASTEST CLOCK IN THE UNIVERSE!!!! but we'll get to that later.. So i held Lucky by the collar so all 4 of them could enter my place.. Saran and Suk Yein walked in gracefully... En-Li and Li Peng just stood out there and screamed everytime he barked at them.. It was.. quite pathetic.. HAHAH.. so then later, after getting my stuff.. we hopped back into Bob.. i went to a petrol station so that we wouldn't get stranded half way on our journey to 1 Utama.. and there came my "bad day omen" once more.. and this time.. it was caused by the most sarcastic, bitchiest Biatch there.. I got her to fill 40 dollars worth of fuel into the nozzle of counter 1.. and she bloody set it to counter 2.. I got impatient of waiting for her to correct her mess so I took the nozzle from counter two to fill up Bob.. just at that moment... an old man got his wife to pay for 10 dollars worth of gas and the biatch cancelled mine and put on the old man's amount of f
