<?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-4077548288480590041</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:37:23.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Memory Lane</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-4931777232226827310</id><published>2009-11-06T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:41:40.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;A lesson for you, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Mayonnaise Jar &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;When things in your life seem &lt;/span&gt;,         &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt; almost too much to handle,&lt;br /&gt;       When 24 Hours in a day is not enough,&lt;br /&gt;       Remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       A professor stood before his philosophy class &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       And had some  items in  front of him.&lt;br /&gt;       When the class began, wordlessly,&lt;br /&gt;       He picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar&lt;br /&gt;       and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       He then asked the students, if the jar was full.&lt;br /&gt;       They agreed that it was.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured&lt;br /&gt;       them into the jar.   He shook the jar lightly.&lt;br /&gt;       The pebbles rolled into the open Areas between the golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       He then asked the students again if the jar was full.  They agreed         it was.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.&lt;br /&gt;       Of course, the sand filled up everything else.&lt;br /&gt;       He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a         unanimous 'yes.'&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       The professor then produced  two cups of coffee from under the         table and poured the entire contents  into the jar, effectively&lt;br /&gt;       filling the empty space between the sand.  The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       'Now,' said the professor,   as the laughter subsided,&lt;br /&gt;       'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life.&lt;br /&gt;       The golf balls are the important things - family,&lt;br /&gt;       children, health, Friends, and Favorite passions –&lt;br /&gt;       Things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, Your         life would still be full.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, house, and          car.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       The sand is everything else --The small stuff.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       'If you put the sand into the jar first,'  He continued,&lt;br /&gt;       'there is no room for  the pebbles or the golf balls.&lt;br /&gt;       The same goes for life.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff,&lt;br /&gt;       You will never have room for the things that are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       So...&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.&lt;br /&gt;       Play With your children.&lt;br /&gt;       Take time to get medical checkups.&lt;br /&gt;       Take your partner out to dinner.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       'Take care of the golf balls first --&lt;br /&gt;       The things that really matter.&lt;br /&gt;       Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee         represented.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       The professor smiled.&lt;br /&gt;       'I'm glad you asked'.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life  may         seem,&lt;br /&gt;       there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with  a         friend.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:14;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm glad you've graduated. Just remember to stand up for yourself. You'll stay high among the rest. Don't ever give up your dreams as they're all you've got to push you forward. Take one step at a time and I'm sure you'll be alright. Hold your head up high and never let anyone push you down. If they knock you down, please don't be afraid to stand back up. Be strong and leave the rest to GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories that you've given me. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-4931777232226827310?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4931777232226827310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=4931777232226827310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4931777232226827310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4931777232226827310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/lesson-for-you-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5605228291267022985</id><published>2009-11-01T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:18:04.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Su55C0DWSbI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8XRewWoHKAs/s1600-h/Green_Snakes_by_DigitalEurynome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Su55C0DWSbI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8XRewWoHKAs/s400/Green_Snakes_by_DigitalEurynome.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399386092503189938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just saw a freaking SNAKE on the sliding gate. I was so close to being bitten as I was about to open the gate. It was the same as the picture above, only tinier and &lt;s&gt; green&lt;/s&gt; silvery black in colour. Mum came to the rescue. :D I LOVE MY MUM. &lt;3 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It scared the shit out of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially dislike snakes from now on. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;He had a great day and I did not.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Screw Chemistry. You're killing me. )':&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5605228291267022985?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5605228291267022985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5605228291267022985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5605228291267022985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5605228291267022985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-saw-freaking-snake-on-sliding.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Su55C0DWSbI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8XRewWoHKAs/s72-c/Green_Snakes_by_DigitalEurynome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-7871057086570920455</id><published>2009-10-31T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:45:46.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SuvoE59vQTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/NAJaO_DrMkc/s1600-h/__love___by_LimpidD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SuvoE59vQTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/NAJaO_DrMkc/s400/__love___by_LimpidD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398663749310562610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh.. the power of&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm really happy today. I'm sure you're ecstatic too, Joey. The lovebugs have just bitten the both of you. Haha. It's been really fun having you here with us. I'm sure he's damn happy too. Although it's been just two days you can see him, I know it's definitely worth it. I hope you have a big smile on your face while reading this. I know you will. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you guys so sweet, so loving just makes me happy. All those passed times, the arguments, the almost breakup and everything.. I'm really glad it's all over now. I'm sure you guys can be together for a long time. It just makes me think.. I hope I can have it like you guys. It'll be awesome. When will love come knocking on my doors, eyh? When can I have MY love story?  Sometimes I just wonder, how can I show you, I &lt;3 U?        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Suvqc1m7F3I/AAAAAAAAAlw/aseWb7rF8KE/s1600-h/love_by_puf_puf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 99px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Suvqc1m7F3I/AAAAAAAAAlw/aseWb7rF8KE/s400/love_by_puf_puf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398666359481243506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Suvq0WA3mpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/JsR7vhCb_QM/s1600-h/One_Sixty_Two_by_muchlikefalling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 115px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Suvq0WA3mpI/AAAAAAAAAmA/JsR7vhCb_QM/s400/One_Sixty_Two_by_muchlikefalling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398666763316992658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can we ever be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched星光5  last night and I saw this American who came to the show as a competitor for the show's participants. He was so awesome. I magine seeing a white guy singing a Chinese song ! He's damn good. Really really nice. Check him out. Oh, his name is Anthony  (&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;倪安東)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on Youtube after watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;星光5 &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;My personal favourite is the first song he sang.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;你是我的眼 by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;蕭煌奇. (Xiao Huang Qi) The original version of the song is below Anthony's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony's performances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJDq8vsvedQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KJDq8vsvedQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original MV of 你是我的眼 by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;蕭煌奇.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDU6jebYHd0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDU6jebYHd0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another personal favourite song from&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 蕭煌奇, 阿嬤的話.&lt;br /&gt;I love this version of him singing with another guy,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;曾梓松, also from the 星光5 show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dTVkBYYaFQ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dTVkBYYaFQ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is the original version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXeMIkS18Ck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kXeMIkS18Ck&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics is really something. It's about teachings your grandma has taught you. Both my grandma's are still alive. I will cherish them to the best I can. Ihope that all you guys out there can as well. For the people who have lost your grandma's, I hope that she'll be looking after you guys from above. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;在細漢的時陣　阮阿嬤對我尚好　&lt;br /&gt;甲尚好的物伴攏會留乎我&lt;br /&gt;伊嘛定定帶我去幼稚園看人在七桃&lt;br /&gt;看人在辦公伙兒　看人在覓相找&lt;br /&gt;伊定定跟阮說　叫阮著要好好仔讀冊&lt;br /&gt;嘸通大漢像恁老爸仔這麼狼狽&lt;br /&gt;在彼個時陣　阮攏聽攏嘸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阿嬤　你到底是在講什麼&lt;br /&gt;大漢了後　才知影阿嬤的話&lt;br /&gt;我會甲永遠永遠放塊心肝底&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;想可一步一步的過去　定定攏會乎人真難忘&lt;br /&gt;時間一分一秒塊過去　在阮的心內定定攏會想到伊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;阿嬤你今嘛在叨位　阮在叫你你甘有聽到&lt;br /&gt;阮的認真甲阮的成功你甘有看到　&lt;br /&gt;阮在叫你你知影沒&lt;br /&gt;阿嬤你今嘛過的好麼　甘有人塊甲你照顧&lt;br /&gt;希望後世人阮擱會凍來乎你疼　&lt;br /&gt;作你永遠的孫仔&lt;br /&gt;擱叫你一聲「阿嬤」 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: This singer , Xiao Huang Qi, is definitely a great singer. As you all know, he's blind. He's really talented in singing despite his disability. He's a singer I admire a lot. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-7871057086570920455?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7871057086570920455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=7871057086570920455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/7871057086570920455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/7871057086570920455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SuvoE59vQTI/AAAAAAAAAlo/NAJaO_DrMkc/s72-c/__love___by_LimpidD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5078079968190651687</id><published>2009-10-29T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:55:47.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can finally breathe now. Exams are over. No more staying up late to study, no more notes, no more memorizing - till next year that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year is a whole new story. It's SPM, for crying out loud. I ought to bring more for it. I can't let my parents see &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt; numbers on my report card anymore. I have to really study next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bad news and good news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is, I just recovered from my sprained leg this morning. YAY ! But bad news is, due to my utter clumsiness , I bumped into the staircase thingy while going upstairs for a shower. I know, how clumsy am I. Damn it.  asdfghjkl!@#$%^&amp;amp; And because of that, I am not going to school tomorrow. HEHE ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, but for now, FREEDOM till the end of &lt;s&gt; time&lt;/s&gt; the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SulmFOrlzsI/AAAAAAAAAlg/IDNYAlyqI7k/s1600-h/_Freedom__by_Patatina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SulmFOrlzsI/AAAAAAAAAlg/IDNYAlyqI7k/s400/_Freedom__by_Patatina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397957868406558402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Mudin/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Screw Moral, Chemistry and oral. I have to endure a few more weeks of school just because of you.&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/4077548288480590041-5078079968190651687?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5078079968190651687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5078079968190651687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5078079968190651687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5078079968190651687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-can-finally-breathe-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SulmFOrlzsI/AAAAAAAAAlg/IDNYAlyqI7k/s72-c/_Freedom__by_Patatina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-1101400906545801388</id><published>2009-10-07T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:09:14.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will not be blogging for two weeks straight because my cat died and i'm planning a funeral for it !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did that catch your attention? The cat thing is just a&lt;u&gt; joke&lt;/u&gt;. The real thing is that EXAMS are just around the corner and I have to STUDY. Damn it, BOOHOO right? I just wish it will just pass quickly. I can't wait for the holidays to come !! I can't wait for the KK trip with the friends as well. Just the thought of going there with ONLY  friends, (yes, no adult supervision for 5 days straight ) just makes me SOOO HAPPY. ngeeeeeeeee ! :D   SHOPPING, here I come ! We're going to go visit the island there as well. Ohhh, howwww sweeet. :) The white sand, clear waters, pretty fish. :P !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now, I have to put all those thought aside and FOCUS on my coming exam. Please, please, please... I hope it's VERY easy and TIME flies by QUICKLY. hehe. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;GOOD LUCK to those PMR-ERS and SPM-ERS !! Pray to God and leave everything to His hands. He'll take care of it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-1101400906545801388?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1101400906545801388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=1101400906545801388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1101400906545801388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1101400906545801388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-will-not-be-blogging-for-two-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-2304461343035179603</id><published>2009-09-28T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:58:38.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is how I feel towards you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnWwFvg3LHA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnWwFvg3LHA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't know but...&lt;br /&gt;I think I maybe&lt;br /&gt;fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;Dropping so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should&lt;br /&gt;keep this to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting 'til I..&lt;br /&gt;know you better&lt;br /&gt;I am trying..&lt;br /&gt;Not to tell you..&lt;br /&gt;But I want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of what you'll say&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hiding..&lt;br /&gt;what I'm feeeling..&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired of&lt;br /&gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending all my..time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all my.. life&lt;br /&gt;and now i found ya&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling for you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm standing here&lt;br /&gt;And you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Pull me towards you&lt;br /&gt;and we start to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around us&lt;br /&gt;I see nobody&lt;br /&gt;Here in silence&lt;br /&gt;It's juusst&lt;br /&gt;you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying..&lt;br /&gt;Not to tell you..&lt;br /&gt;But I want to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of what you'll say&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hiding..&lt;br /&gt;what I'm feeeling...&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired of&lt;br /&gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending all my.. time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive been waiting all my.. life&lt;br /&gt;And now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I just can't take it..&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing..&lt;br /&gt;Emotions keep spinning out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending all my.. time&lt;br /&gt;just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all my..life&lt;br /&gt;and now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;I want you all around me&lt;br /&gt;And now I just can't hide it&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;I want you all around me&lt;br /&gt;And now I just can't hide it&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you...&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;Ooh no no&lt;br /&gt;Oooooohhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, I'm falling' for ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-2304461343035179603?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2304461343035179603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=2304461343035179603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2304461343035179603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2304461343035179603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-how-i-feel-towards-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-3781282868987005688</id><published>2009-09-24T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:01:58.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO !&lt;br /&gt;IT'S OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR !&lt;br /&gt;Father Stan's Rally + concert is overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's absolutely amazing. If you haven't heard of him.&lt;br /&gt;Read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Fr. Stan Fortuna has been playing music since the 2nd grade when his father gave him his first instrument for Christmas - a red electric guitar! His love for music grew into early adulthood as he began the life long journey of learning the art of improvising by practicing countless hours and playing lots of sessions in the New York area. It was during that time that Fortuna began hearing his true calling in life and was eventually ordained a Roman Catholic priest. He is one of the eight original members of the Community of Franciscan Friars of the Renewal, a community established in the Archdiocese of New York under the jurisdiction of John Cardinal O'Connor in 1987. Fr. Stan established Francesco Productions (www.francescoproductions.com) in 1987, a non-profit company which produces his music, teaching tapes and videos. He established the non-profit recording company to assist the poor and to evangelize Christ's Word through his music. From Contemporary Christian to Jazz, Folk, Reggae and Rap, this incredible musician and composer has produced music for the enjoyment of all ages and walks of life. He has released numerous CD's of original music and standards, arranged in his very special style. All proceeds from sales go to the Community's hands-on work with the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Fr. Stan lives in the South Bronx where he serves the poor and needy families, he is internationally known for his music as well as for his powerful preaching. Fr. Stan travels extensively, performing his music and proclaiming the Gospel at conferences, retreats, and both national and international youth prayer festivals. He has been a featured speaker at Franciscan University's High School Age Youth Conferences and Youth 2000 events for several years. He has also appeared numerous times on EWTN's Life on the Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In January 1999, Fr. Stan was asked to preach and perform at the youth rally in St. Louis during Pope John Paul's visit. He is now serving full time in the preaching apostolate using his gift of music, a powerful means to reach deep into the heart and soul of both the young and old throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know him? OK. Let's get on with the story.&lt;br /&gt;So, I had a two and a half day rally and a concert at night. It was awesome. I can't believe it's all over now. Im starting to miss the rally and especially Father Stan.&lt;br /&gt;I am so sad now is because I heard that this will be the last time he will ever come to Miri to share his amazing music and teachings of God. It's qquite expensive to bring him all the way here on the other side of the world from the USA. So, yea.. you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I spent three days with him and my friends. I met new faces as well. Snoops, Christine, Nana, Steven, Sean.. just to name a few. The one thing I missssss the most are the songs, jumping and singing. Surprisingly, I woke up today with a song stuck in my head. It was "Mighty To Save".&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the vid for you guys at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these great three days, we took loads of pictures. Here you go. 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height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Srt4AUwd_-I/AAAAAAAAAjs/t02dkp2PfSc/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029726418894818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Srt3uxo-l_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/Q9caDFSM_C0/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Srt3uxo-l_I/AAAAAAAAAjk/Q9caDFSM_C0/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029424934459378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Srt3uQd-Q6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/Wy3oj4yb2-Y/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Srt3uQd-Q6I/AAAAAAAAAjc/Wy3oj4yb2-Y/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029416029930402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Srt3t0U2BMI/AAAAAAAAAjU/fz9THKOGdFM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Srt3t0U2BMI/AAAAAAAAAjU/fz9THKOGdFM/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029408475448514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Srt3tU_-DsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/DqmzjF5kRE4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Srt3tU_-DsI/AAAAAAAAAjM/DqmzjF5kRE4/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029400066395842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Srt3syKtX2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/WQwjsLyUn38/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Srt3syKtX2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/WQwjsLyUn38/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029390716198754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the video I promised. "Mighty To Save" by Hillsong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-08YZF87OBQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-08YZF87OBQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Everyone needs compassion,&lt;br /&gt;Love thats never failing&lt;br /&gt;Let mercy fall on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone needs forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;Kindness of a savior&lt;br /&gt;The Hope of the nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Saviour, He can move the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;My God is mighty to save,&lt;br /&gt;He is mighty to save&lt;br /&gt;Forever, author of salvation,&lt;br /&gt;He rose and conquered the grave&lt;br /&gt;Jesus conquered the grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take me as you find me&lt;br /&gt;All my fears and failures&lt;br /&gt;Fill my life again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give my life to follow&lt;br /&gt;Everything that i believe in&lt;br /&gt;Now i surrender (and i surrender)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorusx2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light and let the whole world see&lt;br /&gt;We're singing, for the glory of the risen king, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light and let the whole world see&lt;br /&gt;We're singing for the glory of the risen king, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorusx2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light and let the whole world see&lt;br /&gt;We're singing, for the glory of the risen king, Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Shine your light and let the whole world see&lt;br /&gt;We're singing for the glory of the risen king, Jesus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-3781282868987005688?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3781282868987005688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=3781282868987005688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3781282868987005688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3781282868987005688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Srt5YgNYfEI/AAAAAAAAAk0/_XqwD4qJ1Rg/s72-c/w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-1114586003995937260</id><published>2009-09-13T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:42:25.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is WRONG with YOUTUBE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes so long to load a single video. It was like that yesterday and today. What is wrong? It can't be my line. It seems fine with other websites. I wanna watch my drama ! :(&lt;br /&gt;It takes an hour to load around 2 mins 38 secs. ftw. Yes, I counted. =.=&lt;br /&gt;I hope YOUTUBE can repair the problem as soon as possible. I checked other videos and they're the same. It take hecka long to load.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-1114586003995937260?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1114586003995937260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=1114586003995937260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1114586003995937260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1114586003995937260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-is-wrong-with-youtube-it-takes-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-6909520861227021397</id><published>2009-09-09T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:35:52.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little something to share about kids. They're FUNNY. 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SqdnN2QBsfI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Eg4UgK9cesw/s400/14.aspx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379381767516041714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senior's Night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is coming up. Can't wait. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4077548288480590041-6909520861227021397?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6909520861227021397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=6909520861227021397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6909520861227021397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6909520861227021397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-something-to-share-about-kids.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SqdoQpg4mNI/AAAAAAAAAiU/_XyWpKzdi-I/s72-c/SafeRedirect.aspx13' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-4855141025861760033</id><published>2009-09-02T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T05:16:53.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GY1oeHPC8Nc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GY1oeHPC8Nc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally addicted to this song after I heard it for the first time on the album. *loves* !&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I open my lungs to breathe in forgiveness and love&lt;br /&gt;Haunting me now reminders of how I used to be&lt;br /&gt;And on down the road my troubles are sure to follow&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window, the hell if I know where I will go&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just keep on driving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to L.A. looking into the rear view as the roads fade away&lt;br /&gt;I've sworn off my past, first to last bad call that I ever made&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how to make right every wrong turn that I've learned&lt;br /&gt;So this can all end tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee line just changed my mind, well it's my heart I'll follow this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would've known that pride is so hard to swallow&lt;br /&gt;As I rest on the shoulder of a road growing colder&lt;br /&gt;With the trouble I own, should I just keep on driving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to L.A. looking into the rear view as the roads fade away&lt;br /&gt;I've sworn off my past, first to last bad call that I ever made&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how to make right every wrong turn that I've learned&lt;br /&gt;So this can all end tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee line just changed my mind, well it's my heart I'll follow this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I must be doing something right&lt;br /&gt;Head the other way, back to where I started out&lt;br /&gt;Ask myself if I can turn it all around tonight&lt;br /&gt;And stop living with doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way to L.A. looking into the rear view as the roads fade away&lt;br /&gt;I've sworn off my past, first to last bad call that I ever made&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how to make right every wrong turn that I've learned&lt;br /&gt;So this can all end tonight&lt;br /&gt;Tennessee line just changed my mind, well it's my heart I'll follow this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna turn it all around tonight at the Tennessee line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-4855141025861760033?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4855141025861760033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=4855141025861760033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4855141025861760033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4855141025861760033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/totally-addicted-to-this-song-after-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-2035198413551801500</id><published>2009-08-31T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:09:34.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Spy6Y6lAt1I/AAAAAAAAAf8/nfN9YmBPh1w/s1600-h/Thank_You_by_ArhcamtIlnaad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Spy6Y6lAt1I/AAAAAAAAAf8/nfN9YmBPh1w/s400/Thank_You_by_ArhcamtIlnaad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376376992377648978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;u&gt;Thank You&lt;/u&gt; to Esther, Ching Mei, Ying Ching, Li Chin, Cindy, Zhen Nyuk, Ching Yee, Joyce, Ivanka, Yi Wen, Hui Lin, Mei Jiun  for the cake ! It's an "ASS" Haha. Nice one guys. Love you all. And thanks Esther for the thong. It's black, lacy and rosey. I likey. :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I had an awesome time guys. Love the surprise. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's coming back to Miri tonight. Hope you have a safe flight back. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-2035198413551801500?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2035198413551801500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=2035198413551801500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2035198413551801500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2035198413551801500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-big-fat-thank-you-to-esther.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Spy6Y6lAt1I/AAAAAAAAAf8/nfN9YmBPh1w/s72-c/Thank_You_by_ArhcamtIlnaad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-4044217939001428858</id><published>2009-08-29T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T09:23:17.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SplVxk_BBlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/4Z1m06d8F1I/s1600-h/sweet_sixteen_by_ishisha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SplVxk_BBlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/4Z1m06d8F1I/s400/sweet_sixteen_by_ishisha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375421940473333330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ME !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like they say, a year older, a year wiser. I just hope being sixteen will make me realize my future. Im no longer a little girl. Not yet an adult though. I just need to be independent now. Not depending on my parents most of the time. It's time to grow up. Im not saying i was not growing up since young till I was fifteen, which was 20 minutes ago. I'm just saying I ought to be a better person in life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank every perosn who wished me Happy Birthday to me. :) I love you guys. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-4044217939001428858?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4044217939001428858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=4044217939001428858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4044217939001428858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4044217939001428858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-to-me-like-they-say-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SplVxk_BBlI/AAAAAAAAAf0/4Z1m06d8F1I/s72-c/sweet_sixteen_by_ishisha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5418427320901283386</id><published>2009-08-26T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:29:42.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16TH TO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LAI KONG TECK !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SpX81M2NmkI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UHSRXRsTB0o/s1600-h/Cake_by_OhGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SpX81M2NmkI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UHSRXRsTB0o/s400/Cake_by_OhGirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374479721248430658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's birthday is also coming up tomorrow. I'm not sure whether I have time to blog tomorrow. I better wish him today. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SpX9bJPc95I/AAAAAAAAAfs/9k_IF8T4yac/s1600-h/Happy_Birthday_by_ainukiw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SpX9bJPc95I/AAAAAAAAAfs/9k_IF8T4yac/s400/Happy_Birthday_by_ainukiw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374480373115582354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Advanced Sweet 17th,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ham Sap Lou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; WILSON LAI  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to Parkson now. Toodles ~&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5418427320901283386?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5418427320901283386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5418427320901283386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5418427320901283386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5418427320901283386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-sweet-16th-to-lai-kong-teck.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SpX81M2NmkI/AAAAAAAAAfk/UHSRXRsTB0o/s72-c/Cake_by_OhGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-8694783758660904573</id><published>2009-08-24T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:28:47.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there. I'm back. : D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the connection's back ! I was devastated when dad didn't pay the bill and I thought Im gonna bore to death without Internet connection for one whole week. In the end, I was wrong. And Im happy Im wrong. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a BIG fat thank to YC, for the early birthday wish. You too, Angela. I hope your family trip to Cambodia is going to be awesome. And I hope you guys have a blast there as well. Thanks for calling before you went on board of the plane. It was really a surprise to receive a call from you two. And sorry for the miss call. My phone sucks. Aneeway, Thanks again. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I know you're hurt. I know he disappoints you a lot. I don't know why but it seems like it's all my fault. Im sorry he did this to you. Im sure to have a good talk to him when I get there. I need answers. I need some response from him. Girl, I'll help you. Whatever it takes. It's just wrong to see you all sad and hurt here when over there, only God knows what he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, just hold on okay? But if this really is the end, try to think of it as another challenge in life.&lt;br /&gt;Be strong. Be tough. I'll be here for you whenever you need me. Just call me if you need someone to talk to. I'll be here. Babes forever. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-8694783758660904573?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8694783758660904573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=8694783758660904573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8694783758660904573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8694783758660904573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-7583742123536820625</id><published>2009-08-14T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T05:12:30.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are in three days time and I'm not ready yet !&lt;br /&gt;What to do? What to do?!&lt;br /&gt;I have to start studying but my mind isn't set to the study mode. :(&lt;br /&gt;HELP !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my babes to Parkson a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;Satsuki, the Japanese girl from Youth Exchange thingy were with us that night.&lt;br /&gt;But it was just for a while though. Cindy's mum was with her shopping and stuff. Got to talk to her. She didn't understand "ugly" and i said"NOT PRETTY". Hah ! Funny conversation with her. Got her email as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, YI XUE ! I want the pictures you took for me with her in school. Thanks !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just great to meet with someone from Japan. I want to go for the student exchange thing to Japan. I went for the interview and hoping I'll get the chance to go to Japan. It's one of my dream to go there. :D WHO DOESN'T LOVE SNOW?! I knwo, I know, there's plenty of places with snow during winter. I just love the culture and hospitality from Japan. Screw anyone who hates Japan. Tell me, WHO DOESN'T LOVE SUSHI?! SUSHI !!!!! It's like one of the healthiest food on the planet. Honestly speaking, I've been craving sushi since young. I want to eat sush ieveryday if I get the chance. Haha ! I hope Im married to a sushi chef in the future. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll stop my fantasies on Japan now. Off to watch Black &amp;amp; White ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, STUDY JASMINE ! don't go watch taiwan dramas no more. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-7583742123536820625?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7583742123536820625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=7583742123536820625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/7583742123536820625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/7583742123536820625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/exams-are-in-three-days-time-and-im-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-7737733136896374057</id><published>2009-07-29T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T06:06:58.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gawd. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm so sick of it. I have no idea where to go or what to do next. It's driving me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so close, yet, so far. It's just a feeling I have. Honestly, it's been eight months. Ohmigee. EIGHT FREAKING MONTHS. I've been holding on for EIGHT frigging months. I have nowhere to go. No one to turn to. Im just LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do? What's the next step that I should take? To tell or not to tell. That's the question. *oh, Shakespeare. I just wish I have your ability to make the thoughts I have in my head now into words and to let him read it.* I just hope he has a little bit of knowledge on what I've been keeping inside of me for so dang long. Just a tinsy winsy bit is all I ask for. I want him to know, so badly. It's tearing me apart, I assure that. I have completely no idea what to do , at all.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know how I feel? Do&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; know? Sometimes I feel like the whole world is turning its back on me. Everyone's happy, except ME. Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; person understands how I feel. God, HELP ME. I don't want to go on like this. Help me, please. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-7737733136896374057?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7737733136896374057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=7737733136896374057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/7737733136896374057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/7737733136896374057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/gawd.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-9034067404061686308</id><published>2009-07-13T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T01:12:47.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been told that I don't suit  my now short hair whereas some people actually prefered me in short hair. I am not sure whether which look suits me. Short or Long? I need help. Like seriously. What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Slrodmo7SGI/AAAAAAAAAes/B93Z9AO91Lc/s1600-h/1_282097724l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Slrodmo7SGI/AAAAAAAAAes/B93Z9AO91Lc/s400/1_282097724l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357850301996681314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlrpH-bz98I/AAAAAAAAAe8/Uq_af0y1p1Y/s1600-h/200906082658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlrpH-bz98I/AAAAAAAAAe8/Uq_af0y1p1Y/s400/200906082658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357851029938632642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Short?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Please cast your votes in the cbox or just give me some suggestions. Your cooperation is very much valued. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ohya ! I forgot................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlrrFoqgiLI/AAAAAAAAAfU/LE9GPPjt8sA/s1600-h/200905312498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlrrFoqgiLI/AAAAAAAAAfU/LE9GPPjt8sA/s400/200905312498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357853188758210738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or no bangs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlrsDqfNtqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/v6MWZvP9VyM/s1600-h/101120081634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlrsDqfNtqI/AAAAAAAAAfc/v6MWZvP9VyM/s400/101120081634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357854254399600290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;old pic I dug out. Sis and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-9034067404061686308?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9034067404061686308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=9034067404061686308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/9034067404061686308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/9034067404061686308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-been-told-that-i-dont-suit-my-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Slrodmo7SGI/AAAAAAAAAes/B93Z9AO91Lc/s72-c/1_282097724l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-815225492213395672</id><published>2009-07-10T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T00:22:22.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my favourite songs from Zee Avi. A great musician from MIRI ! She's currently in US for her studies. It's just great to hear from someone from my home sweet home making GOOD MUSIC. :) Her voice is amazing. Enjoy !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't know or even heard about her, here's some pictures of her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Slbrm9Bs9tI/AAAAAAAAAek/_q00_oDpMok/s1600-h/zee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Slbrm9Bs9tI/AAAAAAAAAek/_q00_oDpMok/s400/zee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356727861253043922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlbrmatPhQI/AAAAAAAAAeU/hOzyHX7Hk4s/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 96px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlbrmatPhQI/AAAAAAAAAeU/hOzyHX7Hk4s/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356727852040422658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Slbrm5j9fnI/AAAAAAAAAec/fbEjDpkwgjM/s1600-h/za.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 98px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Slbrm5j9fnI/AAAAAAAAAec/fbEjDpkwgjM/s400/za.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356727860322991730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone You Used To Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqR3D1pr9_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bqR3D1pr9_Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It was helpless anyway&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much we could do or say&lt;br /&gt;Darling don't you think it's a shame?&lt;br /&gt;that it had to end this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;our love is lost, and we cant figure why&lt;br /&gt;maybe it really is about time&lt;br /&gt;that we finally made up our minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Darling, here's to you&lt;br /&gt;i hope that when you find someone new&lt;br /&gt;that she would always be true to you&lt;br /&gt;to love and understand you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you'll build new memories&lt;br /&gt;then slowly you'd forget about me&lt;br /&gt;then i would slowly be&lt;br /&gt;a distant memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Soon i'll just be&lt;br /&gt;that someone you used to know&lt;br /&gt;But darling you will thank me&lt;br /&gt;for letting you go&lt;br /&gt;time is not for wasting&lt;br /&gt;i hope you'll find your intended&lt;br /&gt;But i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;that your intended isn't me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not an easy thing&lt;br /&gt;to shake off our history&lt;br /&gt;i know that's what you want from me&lt;br /&gt;but they will always stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i admit i made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but darling with you it's just the same&lt;br /&gt;if we stay there will be more to make&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how much more we can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, it would be unfair&lt;br /&gt;to stay with something no longer there&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't mean i no longer care&lt;br /&gt;but i'd feel like a burden you can't bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-815225492213395672?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/815225492213395672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=815225492213395672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/815225492213395672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/815225492213395672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-of-my-favourite-songs-from-zee-avi.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Slbrm9Bs9tI/AAAAAAAAAek/_q00_oDpMok/s72-c/zee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-4334296669334153736</id><published>2009-07-07T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:56:28.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL56xzJsWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/5SVWDThjT78/s1600-h/DSC_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL56xzJsWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/5SVWDThjT78/s400/DSC_0256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355617695092552034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An angel sent from above. This is one of the cookies she made. She's really one of a kind. I love love love her work when I read her blog and visited her site. She's magnificent !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://cookingismypassion.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://delectables.com.my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her work !&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful and it's edible as well.. *big grin *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK at those pictures and tell me they're AWESOME  !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SUSHI !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL56I6oiOI/AAAAAAAAAdc/yvs_Tap8ONw/s1600-h/DSC_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL56I6oiOI/AAAAAAAAAdc/yvs_Tap8ONw/s400/DSC_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355617684118079714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL3vxpzm2I/AAAAAAAAAck/RhwSNhlkt_o/s1600-h/DSC_0242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL3vxpzm2I/AAAAAAAAAck/RhwSNhlkt_o/s400/DSC_0242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355615307051539298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL3vuSHpBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/6zasZfoEaWw/s1600-h/DSC_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL3vuSHpBI/AAAAAAAAAcc/6zasZfoEaWw/s400/DSC_0268.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355615306146882578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Awesome birthday cake for fashion addicts !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL1dyaTGnI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gbcc5B49FGU/s1600-h/3625242181_a7f95d1178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL1dyaTGnI/AAAAAAAAAb8/gbcc5B49FGU/s400/3625242181_a7f95d1178.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355612798994029170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL4xB8lIBI/AAAAAAAAAc0/u0xWzNfDKwc/s1600-h/3529946907_e7b2d003f2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL4xB8lIBI/AAAAAAAAAc0/u0xWzNfDKwc/s400/3529946907_e7b2d003f2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355616428116746258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL4xfP85XI/AAAAAAAAAdE/GsouAjAq54Y/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL4xfP85XI/AAAAAAAAAdE/GsouAjAq54Y/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355616435982624114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game of Gamblers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL3wBR6BuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/2vJnkt5owxM/s1600-h/3477086462_85ab429fe6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL3wBR6BuI/AAAAAAAAAcs/2vJnkt5owxM/s400/3477086462_85ab429fe6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355615311246264034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT AIR BALLOONS BIRTHDAY CAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL1dFEJ8lI/AAAAAAAAAbk/YA_AaOJaKVg/s1600-h/3468049835_cffa43d386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL1dFEJ8lI/AAAAAAAAAbk/YA_AaOJaKVg/s400/3468049835_cffa43d386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355612786821558866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CUPCAKES !&lt;br /&gt;*I could just fantasize on these yummy delicious treats*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL1EHei3ZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/FFxMfnR-EeM/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL1EHei3ZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/FFxMfnR-EeM/s400/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355612357972385170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL1DwYl3xI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Vyundbh8ONw/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL1DwYl3xI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Vyundbh8ONw/s400/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355612351773400850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL1dbxnWBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/JsofetljCqA/s1600-h/3556695796_8fd1d0ca03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL1dbxnWBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/JsofetljCqA/s400/3556695796_8fd1d0ca03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355612792917809170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL1DuMzILI/AAAAAAAAAbE/VlD7oyYbUT0/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL1DuMzILI/AAAAAAAAAbE/VlD7oyYbUT0/s400/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355612351187067058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL1DdIG36I/AAAAAAAAAa8/HlERvXPaOWA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL1DdIG36I/AAAAAAAAAa8/HlERvXPaOWA/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355612346603986850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL3vhJ1mGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/EHjFeL2iDX8/s1600-h/3625242877_e88b434490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL3vhJ1mGI/AAAAAAAAAcU/EHjFeL2iDX8/s400/3625242877_e88b434490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355615302622484578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL3vbj0RuI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YvuWz8s5ofw/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL3vbj0RuI/AAAAAAAAAcM/YvuWz8s5ofw/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355615301120837346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL4x5NLeAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/5Bch76WifZ8/s1600-h/3555885645_e8d9e396b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL4x5NLeAI/AAAAAAAAAdU/5Bch76WifZ8/s400/3555885645_e8d9e396b3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355616442950318082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL56fw781I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Rj0l7Nsojew/s1600-h/DSC_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL56fw781I/AAAAAAAAAdk/Rj0l7Nsojew/s400/DSC_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355617690251424594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEGANCE AT ITS BEST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL_AhfoeGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yHpgnHtIcoA/s1600-h/P7174969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL_AhfoeGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/yHpgnHtIcoA/s400/P7174969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355623291353069666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL_ArGD9ZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/R0STyQTZwkU/s1600-h/P7205145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL_ArGD9ZI/AAAAAAAAAeE/R0STyQTZwkU/s400/P7205145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355623293930173842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL_AUfkYuI/AAAAAAAAAd8/EPJbbTYTjdc/s1600-h/P7174935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL_AUfkYuI/AAAAAAAAAd8/EPJbbTYTjdc/s400/P7174935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355623287863141090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*They're more pictures on the site ! Be sure to read them. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-4334296669334153736?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4334296669334153736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=4334296669334153736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4334296669334153736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4334296669334153736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/angel-sent-from-above.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SlL56xzJsWI/AAAAAAAAAd0/5SVWDThjT78/s72-c/DSC_0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-6248232013995021187</id><published>2009-06-28T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:24:54.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SkhdoVD1PfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/lAhyBEILkgI/s1600-h/39e90552665587ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SkhdoVD1PfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/lAhyBEILkgI/s400/39e90552665587ea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352631104559201778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 16th Birthday, Amanda Kong Sin Yee !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A tribute to Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;One of the best and most powerful song I've ever heard from the King Of Pop.&lt;br /&gt;Man in the mirror. Enjoy. May he rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGeZYednWtI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGeZYednWtI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm Gonna Make A Change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; For Once In My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It's Gonna Feel Real Good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Gonna Make A Difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Gonna Make It Right . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; As I, Turn Up The Collar On My&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Favourite Winter Coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; This Wind Is Blowin' My Mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I See The Kids In The Street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; With Not Enough To Eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Who Am I, To Be Blind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Pretending Not To See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Their Needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A Summer's Disregard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A Broken Bottle Top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And A One Man's Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; They Follow Each Other On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Wind Ya' Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; 'Cause They Got Nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; To Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That's Why I Want You To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm Starting With The Man In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm Asking Him To Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; His Ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And No Message Could Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Been Any Clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If You Wanna Make The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (If You Wanna Make The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; World A Better Place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Take A Look At Yourself, And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Then Make A Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Take A Look At Yourself, And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Then Make A Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Na Nah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I've Been A Victim Of A Selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Kind Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It's Time That I Realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That There Are Some With No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Home, Not A Nickel To Loan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Could It Be Really Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Pretending That They're Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A Willow Deeply Scarred,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Somebody's Broken Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And A Washed-Out Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Washed-Out Dream)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; They Follow The Pattern Of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Wind, Ya' See&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cause They Got No Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; To Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That's Why I'm Starting With&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Starting With Me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm Starting With The Man In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Ooh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm Asking Him To Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; His Ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Ooh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And No Message Could Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Been Any Clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If You Wanna Make The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (If You Wanna Make The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; World A Better Place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Take A Look At Yourself And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Then Make A Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Take A Look At Yourself And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Then Make A Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm Starting With The Man In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Ooh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm Asking Him To Change His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Change His Ways-Ooh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And No Message Could've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Been Any Clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If You Wanna Make The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (If You Wanna Make The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; World A Better Place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Take A Look At Yourself And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Then Make That . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Take A Look At Yourself And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Then Make That . . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm Starting With The Man In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; The Mirror,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Man In The Mirror-Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm Asking Him To Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; His Ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Better Change!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No Message Could Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Been Any Clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (If You Wanna Make The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; World A Better Place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Take A Look At Yourself And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Then Make The Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (You Gotta Get It Right, While&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You Got The Time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; ('Cause When You Close Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Heart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You Can't Close Your . . .Your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Then You Close Your . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mind!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That Man, That Man, That&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Man, That Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; With That Man In The Mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Man In The Mirror, Oh Yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That Man, That Man, That Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm Asking Him To Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; His Ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Better Change!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You Know . . .That Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; No Message Could Have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Been Any Clearer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If You Wanna Make The World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A Better Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (If You Wanna Make The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; World A Better Place)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Take A Look At Yourself And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Then Make A Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Take A Look At Yourself And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Then Make A Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Na Nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Oh Yeah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Gonna Feel Real Good Now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yeah Yeah! Yeah Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yeah Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Na Na Na, Na Na Na, Na Na,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Na Nah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Ooooh . . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Oh No, No No . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'm Gonna Make A Change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It's Gonna Feel Real Good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Come On!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Change . . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Just Lift Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You Know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You've Got To Stop It.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yourself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Yeah!-Make That Change!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I've Got To Make That Change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Man In The Mirror)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You Got To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You Got To Not Let Yourself . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Brother . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Yeah!-Make That Change!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You Know-I've Got To Get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; That Man, That Man . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Man In The Mirror)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You've Got To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You've Got To Move! Come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; On! Come On!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You Got To . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Stand Up! Stand Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Stand Up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Yeah-Make That Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Stand Up And Lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yourself, Now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Man In The Mirror)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Aaow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Yeah-Make That Change)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Gonna Make That Change . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Come On!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Man In The Mirror)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You Know It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You Know It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You Know It!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You Know . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Change . . .)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Make That Change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4077548288480590041-6248232013995021187?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6248232013995021187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=6248232013995021187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6248232013995021187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6248232013995021187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-16th-birthday-amanda-kong-sin-yee.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SkhdoVD1PfI/AAAAAAAAAa0/lAhyBEILkgI/s72-c/39e90552665587ea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5563383746584294925</id><published>2009-06-24T01:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T01:57:34.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another Mufti disappointment. I don't know why but I still don't feel happy today-Mufti day. Eventhough I was partially happy for some short moments during taking photographs. I still can't make myself happy. It might be cause it's my dear friend's last Mufti day or I just hate my hair. :0 Whatever it was, it aint making me happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken a whole lot of photos today. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With him especially.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/s&gt; It made my day BUT something happened, so Im not that joyful. Oh, screw it. Just hope someone understands my disappointment today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It broke my heart when "that" happened. It happened all of a sudden. I know I can't be... how do you say this.. "intolerant of rivalry" because I don't have the right to be. Gawd, I hate it. I don't know why but I just hate it. I just wish something distracted me at that moment cause I really really wish I could delete that image from my memory. I hurts- a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, no one understands my grief. I might as well put up a fake smile for everyone cause I don't want to be the one to ruin all the fun today. I know im not myself today. I want to be but "IM" not in "ME".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Anthony for the "gift". It's really pretty. I &lt;3 your drawing. Haha. I should have given you something in return. I'll discuss with LC before telling you okay? Thanks for taking pictures with me as well. My friend loves your costume today. It's unexpected but it looked nice ! :) I'll definitely givce you credit for the awesome picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Photographs taken during Mufti Day will be uploaded on the next post :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                 ----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SkHp5mQGMkI/AAAAAAAAAao/kTixAUEjYos/s1600-h/DSC06565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SkHp5mQGMkI/AAAAAAAAAao/kTixAUEjYos/s400/DSC06565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350815008022737474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She definitely helped me a lot today. You know who you are. You're totally going to be in my heart when you're not here with us anymore. Just remember to take care of yourself when you're over there. Be sure to keep in touch with every single one of us. If not, haha.. you'll know what we'll do once you come back. I hope everything is going to be alright and make sure you drink lots of water and stay away from strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember to stand up when you fall down. Sure, there'll be people who might take every chance to knock you down. Don't forget to stand right up and show them you're not vulnerable and easy to be messed with. If there is any slightest problem you're facing and needs someone to talk to, just put in mind that we're still here for you eventhough you're not here with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5563383746584294925?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5563383746584294925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5563383746584294925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5563383746584294925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5563383746584294925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-mufti-disappointment.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SkHp5mQGMkI/AAAAAAAAAao/kTixAUEjYos/s72-c/DSC06565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-7766765195080914414</id><published>2009-06-19T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T07:16:20.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SjucMqlvk5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/MlZK6_kxIZw/s1600-h/200906192674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SjucMqlvk5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/MlZK6_kxIZw/s400/200906192674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349040723837555602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jasmine, Nikki, Shin Ying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SjucMSJYKmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KOs3xVXl16o/s1600-h/200906192678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SjucMSJYKmI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/KOs3xVXl16o/s400/200906192678.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349040717276129890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jasmine, Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SjucMExgNII/AAAAAAAAAaI/7zbA_cv3pNU/s1600-h/200906192679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SjucMExgNII/AAAAAAAAAaI/7zbA_cv3pNU/s400/200906192679.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349040713686332546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jasmine, Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SjucLzOMzgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/MypTRV-WvQc/s1600-h/200906192669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SjucLzOMzgI/AAAAAAAAAaA/MypTRV-WvQc/s400/200906192669.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349040708974857730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ying Ching, Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had our St. Co's Day cum 80th Anniversary Launching cum Fun/Foodfair today.&lt;br /&gt;Had to go to school earlier. 6.30 to be exact. Esther, Joyce, Nikki, Shin Ying and Ying Ching helped by packaging the cookies Esther and I made earlier. 25 altogether. :) After that, we brought everything down and put it at Mdm Pui's office. You should have seen her office. There were so many things from the other sections. There were barely space to move as well. And it was dirty/slippery as there were ice cubes and pearl milk tea in boxes. We started at around 10 as the hall was still being used by the other students for the two sessions. So, you can imagine how the condition is with the cold beverages. Everything melted. Some of them were even spilt. So, there were some losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then started our booth and began selling our food/drinks/desserts and MY COOKIES ! hahaha. Ok, I'll stop bragging. We sell a lot of stuff. From fried kuey teow to ice-cream floats. Anything you can think of. LOL. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  Besides that, there were games as well. I saw an improvised bowling alley, basketball hoops as well as throw-and-hit-the-can game. It was fun as we played the basketball hoop game. Wilson helped us with his Bball skills. We managed to win some coupons for the three of us. (tou da, pigu da, nai da) LOL. okay, moving on. Oh, thanks WILSON !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I helped by making toasts for sell. The form 2 students helped. How kind of them. Big thanks to you guys. I gave them treats for helping by letting them pick their own flavours of toasts.- FREE OF CHARGE. haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;You guys should thank me for letting you guys eat free and trying hard not to let the teacher know. This shall be our little secret. SHH !&lt;/s&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were song requests too during the food fair. Thanks to everyone who requested songs for yours truly. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Banyak-banyak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the thanks to you guys. I heard them all. :] And to that very someone, Thanks and I'll always remember you even you're not with us anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, went home at around 5.45. Ya. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.45 ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I called dad at 3 and they came at nearly 6. Three freaking hours of wait for my ride home. How sad is that. :(  Mum and dad then decides to go to the Pasar Tani at Saberkas. I was already dead beat and they still want me to stroll around hunting for MORE food there. After that, went home and bathed. I stink and I mean it. 6 hours of sweat and hardwork for the food fair. Gosh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Thanks for helping me just now. You really helped a lot but I just hope it can turn out well. HOPEFULLY. only you and I know. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that certain someone, Thank you for always being there for us whenever we needed you. I know you have to go already. I just hope that once you leave, you'll never forget those who have loved you and treated you as the friend we cared the most. I'll definitely miss this friend of mine. You have to remember to take god care of yourself and never forget to keep in touch with us alright? Seek God when you're in trouble. Try your best and He'll do the rest. Remember to drink more water and study hard when you're there. If you have problems, just remember that we are waiting for you and letting you lean on our shoulders. Even if we're apart, we're still together okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine :)&lt;br /&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/4077548288480590041-7766765195080914414?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7766765195080914414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=7766765195080914414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/7766765195080914414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/7766765195080914414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/jasmine-nikki-shin-ying-jasmine-nikki.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SjucMqlvk5I/AAAAAAAAAaY/MlZK6_kxIZw/s72-c/200906192674.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-3962810196053795873</id><published>2009-06-01T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T05:46:55.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zeeee' pics are in my hands!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;There's more but Im just damn lazy to go and upload it.&lt;br /&gt;They're all just either crazy or has no "me" in it.&lt;br /&gt;So,yeah...&lt;br /&gt;hahahah..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO_W64zSWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YviKnw0C7EA/s1600-h/200905302463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO_W64zSWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YviKnw0C7EA/s400/200905302463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342323983477066082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esther looks damn straight here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO_Wp6A_gI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1WhK0-0BCdQ/s1600-h/200905302448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO_Wp6A_gI/AAAAAAAAAZw/1WhK0-0BCdQ/s400/200905302448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342323978918755842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO_WfB2G3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/7iQ8skd7swU/s1600-h/200905302390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO_WfB2G3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/7iQ8skd7swU/s400/200905302390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342323975998806898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esther's lips ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO_WBWEKYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ptAO1al95po/s1600-h/200905302414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO_WBWEKYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ptAO1al95po/s400/200905302414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342323968030550402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rajinnya Esther. Kak Liew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO_V94NjKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/DV3qYTXhKAs/s1600-h/200905302428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO_V94NjKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/DV3qYTXhKAs/s400/200905302428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342323967100030114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zee four gals. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO4KwY6bKI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/YXHRTty7RvE/s1600-h/200905302397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO4KwY6bKI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/YXHRTty7RvE/s400/200905302397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342316077919136930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We said whoever was between the two will look smaller and there it began. Me=Middle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO4KuMeb8I/AAAAAAAAAZI/LDLa6Xn-Ejo/s1600-h/200905302404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO4KuMeb8I/AAAAAAAAAZI/LDLa6Xn-Ejo/s400/200905302404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342316077330100162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Mei mei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO4KQIFRuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7C6qKd2STIM/s1600-h/200905302425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO4KQIFRuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7C6qKd2STIM/s400/200905302425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342316069258610402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My eyes look BIG here !    TRIPLE YAY~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO4Ka1pmmI/AAAAAAAAAY4/B7rLoiFWuNs/s1600-h/200905302405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO4Ka1pmmI/AAAAAAAAAY4/B7rLoiFWuNs/s400/200905302405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342316072134089314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And again, us :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO4KAAVTMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/mwA45gZIsvA/s1600-h/200905302398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO4KAAVTMI/AAAAAAAAAYw/mwA45gZIsvA/s400/200905302398.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342316064931138754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us three again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOrhHkAPVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/MO4UoNf-Zts/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOrhHkAPVI/AAAAAAAAAYo/MO4UoNf-Zts/s400/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342302168445631826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, yyc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOrg8-IAyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xQJcVBisYkc/s1600-h/200905302405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOrg8-IAyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/xQJcVBisYkc/s400/200905302405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342302165602403106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, meimei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOqOKFsWJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Vuh8qcyMV8k/s1600-h/200905302404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOqOKFsWJI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Vuh8qcyMV8k/s400/200905302404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342300743194663058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOqN3zfLpI/AAAAAAAAAYA/KNu9Q2ey7ms/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOqN3zfLpI/AAAAAAAAAYA/KNu9Q2ey7ms/s400/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342300738286464658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yours truly cooking to all those pigs. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOqNnV9bpI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nvbJwHO7Mj4/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOqNnV9bpI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nvbJwHO7Mj4/s400/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342300733867650706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me, yyc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOqNZC6cbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/_vL89QiseOs/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOqNZC6cbI/AAAAAAAAAXw/_vL89QiseOs/s400/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342300730029666738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOkX_byDLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/uYMVJo_SrRg/s1600-h/n1618633381_261998_1377280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOkX_byDLI/AAAAAAAAAXg/uYMVJo_SrRg/s400/n1618633381_261998_1377280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342294315063446706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                        Me, Ching Yee                                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOkX50-Y9I/AAAAAAAAAXY/X0ePlPpOHXg/s1600-h/n1618633381_261992_6193463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOkX50-Y9I/AAAAAAAAAXY/X0ePlPpOHXg/s400/n1618633381_261992_6193463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342294313558500306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             YYC havent got ready when I took this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOkXrrcuaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_9hSCNCvG5I/s1600-h/n854720031_7042415_518926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOkXrrcuaI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_9hSCNCvG5I/s400/n854720031_7042415_518926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342294309760448930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOj1KnwP2I/AAAAAAAAAXI/ntKZy42KoPE/s1600-h/n854720031_7042413_6797501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOj1KnwP2I/AAAAAAAAAXI/ntKZy42KoPE/s400/n854720031_7042413_6797501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342293716771028834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ingredients for our steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOj0-0ZhPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BzbpMAUR_94/s1600-h/n854720031_7042412_3790137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOj0-0ZhPI/AAAAAAAAAXA/BzbpMAUR_94/s400/n854720031_7042412_3790137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342293713602839794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some random pic Esther took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOj0ok-TmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/PkPvITD7xRs/s1600-h/n854720031_7042420_3190819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOj0ok-TmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/PkPvITD7xRs/s400/n854720031_7042420_3190819.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342293707632561762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy, me, yc's sakainess towards curtains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOj0kJMhRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SFjSUtv4A1s/s1600-h/n854720031_7042416_3643162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOj0kJMhRI/AAAAAAAAAWw/SFjSUtv4A1s/s400/n854720031_7042416_3643162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342293706442310930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOj0anQkPI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5XqgLkeAOyw/s1600-h/4653_181073850031_854720031_7042414_415217_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOj0anQkPI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5XqgLkeAOyw/s400/4653_181073850031_854720031_7042414_415217_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342293703884050674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOjSAs69JI/AAAAAAAAAWg/39f2TslYJOg/s1600-h/n1618633381_261986_5242793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOjSAs69JI/AAAAAAAAAWg/39f2TslYJOg/s400/n1618633381_261986_5242793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342293112812926098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, yc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOjRxEtRfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/4CbvtKVsKZI/s1600-h/4573_1105059399547_1618633381_261995_1985606_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOjRxEtRfI/AAAAAAAAAWY/4CbvtKVsKZI/s400/4573_1105059399547_1618633381_261995_1985606_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342293108617725426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Yi wen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOjRncyR1I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/rXEd_5EFpSA/s1600-h/4573_1105059359546_1618633381_261994_3073682_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOjRncyR1I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/rXEd_5EFpSA/s400/4573_1105059359546_1618633381_261994_3073682_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342293106034362194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, dimsum :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOjRZwgnCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_NH0MCwey4A/s1600-h/4573_1105055599452_1618633381_261987_1542664_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOjRZwgnCI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_NH0MCwey4A/s400/4573_1105055599452_1618633381_261987_1542664_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342293102358993954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours truly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOjRDSKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/o_graqqT_dE/s1600-h/4573_1105047639253_1618633381_261968_3248453_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiOjRDSKV2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/o_graqqT_dE/s400/4573_1105047639253_1618633381_261968_3248453_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342293096326125410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther, nikki, Me, Mei mei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-3962810196053795873?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3962810196053795873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=3962810196053795873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3962810196053795873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3962810196053795873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/zeeee-pics-are-in-my-hands-theres-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiO_W64zSWI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YviKnw0C7EA/s72-c/200905302463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5062327273386250272</id><published>2009-05-31T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T07:18:17.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THE PARTY WAS GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog about this again another day. Im dead beat. I only had four hours of sleep, people. Gotta take my rest right now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babes, I need the pictures! You guys gotta online tomorrow! An early thank you first to ya'll. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I'll leave a picture of me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiKRS1mh_FI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kJFzu5VvEyo/s1600-h/4653_181073850031_854720031_7042414_415217_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiKRS1mh_FI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kJFzu5VvEyo/s400/4653_181073850031_854720031_7042414_415217_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341991860827192402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5062327273386250272?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5062327273386250272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5062327273386250272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5062327273386250272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5062327273386250272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/party-was-great-ill-blog-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SiKRS1mh_FI/AAAAAAAAAV4/kJFzu5VvEyo/s72-c/4653_181073850031_854720031_7042414_415217_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-4683574352294083656</id><published>2009-05-26T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T06:28:40.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/ShvtiNxHfpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/MQSM-vCtaoI/s1600-h/exam_mode_by_azreenChan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 398px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/ShvtiNxHfpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/MQSM-vCtaoI/s400/exam_mode_by_azreenChan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340122955244863122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go listen to Falling slowly by Kris. I heart that song :] I have that song stuck in my head. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently cracking my head for Biology tomorrow. Add Maths is going to be the day after tomorrow ! Lord, save me ! I really ought to study hard for Add Maths. I hope I can. :) Pray for me ya'll. thanks a bunch !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I want to go to the beach after exams ! Anyone wanna give me a ride there? I'll love you to bits! :) Im in need of some relaxation after a two-week-long of examination, people. Gotta go study now. &lt;s&gt;I hate studying !&lt;/s&gt;But I need good results to show to my parents ! If not, I'll have to face some consequences. Uh-Oh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Shvs2bE858I/AAAAAAAAAVo/FXFg_DrwUmk/s1600-h/beach+outing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Shvs2bE858I/AAAAAAAAAVo/FXFg_DrwUmk/s400/beach+outing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340122202903472066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-4683574352294083656?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4683574352294083656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=4683574352294083656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4683574352294083656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4683574352294083656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-listen-to-falling-slowly-by-kris.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/ShvtiNxHfpI/AAAAAAAAAVw/MQSM-vCtaoI/s72-c/exam_mode_by_azreenChan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-8647069657606461742</id><published>2009-05-24T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:41:36.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am soooooooooooooooooooo gonna FAIL my physics.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it. Not enough time to complete 50 questions in one hour 15 minutes okay! Gosh, Im so pissed. :( I 've tried my best to sit for the exam and judging by my work, I don't think it's my best at all. I am really disappointed. If I really fail this, Im so gonna lock myself up in my room and drowm myself in tears. I don't want to fail Physics! I know some of you may say one hour and fifteen minutes is enough for 50 damn questions. But, Physics involves calculation and you cant just spend one minute on each question okay ! I am so dead lah please. :'( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what the heck. It's over anyway. I just hope I can pass though. A pass for me is already good enough. Anyway, tomorrow's Maths and Sivic. I don't know why we are supposed to sit for Sivic.&lt;s&gt; *I hope Mr.Tan's not reading this*&lt;/s&gt; It's common sense though. *quoting Val * So, yeah. I have no idea why we're supposed to sit for Sivic. It's not in SPM anyway. Mathematics is okayyy for me. It's much more better then Add Maths though. I just have to PRAY VERY HARD to God to let me pass Add Maths cause I know Im never going to do good in that particular subject anyway. I've heard people saying that Add Math's is way easier than Maths BUT I think the other way round ! What the hell. Add Math's is so much more difficult to Maths okay. Goah, these people. *no offence to anyone who thinks so out there* Well, Im off to study for tomorrow's paper now. Wish me luck ! Toodles ~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Here's Falling slowly by Kris Allen. LOVE LOVE LOVE this song to the MAX !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Enjoy !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b0LISmz8WVc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b0LISmz8WVc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I don’t know you&lt;br /&gt;But I want you&lt;br /&gt;All the more for that&lt;br /&gt;Words fall through me&lt;br /&gt;And always fool me&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t react&lt;br /&gt;And games that never amount&lt;br /&gt;To more than they’re meant&lt;br /&gt;Will play themselves out&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We’ve still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You’ll make it now&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t go back&lt;br /&gt;Moods that take me and erase me&lt;br /&gt;And I’m painted black&lt;br /&gt;You have suffered enough&lt;br /&gt;And warred with yourself&lt;br /&gt;It’s time that you won&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We’ve still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice&lt;br /&gt;You’ve made it now&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;br /&gt;I’ll sing along&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-8647069657606461742?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8647069657606461742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=8647069657606461742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8647069657606461742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8647069657606461742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-soooooooooooooooooooo-gonna-fail.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5946777190888362180</id><published>2009-05-21T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:22:05.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I heard this song from American Idol finale last night. This is by far one of the best song I heard from David cook. This song is about his brother, Adam Cook, who battled cancer and died recently. I hope you guys enjoy this song. Permanent by David Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vP80gxcLbZs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vP80gxcLbZs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Is this the moment where i look you in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my broken promise that you`ll never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;And everything, it will surely change even if i tell you i won`t go away today&lt;br /&gt;Will you think that you`re all alone&lt;br /&gt;When no one`s there to hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;And all you know seems so far away and everything is temporary rest your head&lt;br /&gt;I`m permanent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he`s living in hell every single day&lt;br /&gt;And so i ask oh god is there some way for me to take his place&lt;br /&gt;And when they say it`s all touch and go i wish i could make it go away&lt;br /&gt;But still you say&lt;br /&gt;Will you think that you`re all alone when no one`s there to hold your hand?&lt;br /&gt;When all you know seems so far away and everything is temporary, rest your head&lt;br /&gt;I`m permanent&lt;br /&gt;I`m permanent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the moment where i look you in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my promise that you`ll never see me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5946777190888362180?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5946777190888362180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5946777190888362180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5946777190888362180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5946777190888362180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-heard-this-song-from-american-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-4648670872737773907</id><published>2009-05-21T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:34:30.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/ShUBPPp3t-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/kD2wxsObvlQ/s1600-h/Support_Kris_by_Filly_of_the_Plains.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/ShUBPPp3t-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/kD2wxsObvlQ/s400/Support_Kris_by_Filly_of_the_Plains.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338174294729406434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;KRIS ALLEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/ShUBPDvkhoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/GVHiE4sCrck/s1600-h/Kris_Allen_Desktop_by_astroasis.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/ShUBPDvkhoI/AAAAAAAAAVY/GVHiE4sCrck/s400/Kris_Allen_Desktop_by_astroasis.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338174291532088962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HE BEAT ADAM LAMBERT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/ShUBO7xCRlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Lf3ANwxu5Us/s1600-h/Falling_Slowly_by_Filly_of_the_Plains.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 94px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/ShUBO7xCRlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Lf3ANwxu5Us/s400/Falling_Slowly_by_Filly_of_the_Plains.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338174289390749266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HE'S AN AMERICAN IDOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/ShUBO0R0FkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/VzL7hsaxSQc/s1600-h/Heartless_by_Filly_of_the_Plains.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/ShUBO0R0FkI/AAAAAAAAAVI/VzL7hsaxSQc/s400/Heartless_by_Filly_of_the_Plains.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338174287380747842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;KRIS ALLEN WON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/ShUBOpKJ0-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/gye_hP_MKC8/s1600-h/Apologize_by_Filly_of_the_Plains.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/ShUBOpKJ0-I/AAAAAAAAAVA/gye_hP_MKC8/s400/Apologize_by_Filly_of_the_Plains.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338174284395828194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I LOVE LOVE LOVE him since the beginning of American Idol. He has the looks as well as the talent. Ohmygosh, did you hear his new twist for Kanye's "heartless"? I love it. :D&lt;br /&gt;Dis I mention he's Hot? :))&lt;br /&gt;Here's the song that captured my heart. Heartless. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9LkPS5bC1S4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9LkPS5bC1S4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to study. Wish me luck for my exams !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;* credits to deviantart for the awesome pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-4648670872737773907?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4648670872737773907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=4648670872737773907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4648670872737773907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4648670872737773907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/kris-allen-he-beat-adam-lambert-hes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/ShUBPPp3t-I/AAAAAAAAAVg/kD2wxsObvlQ/s72-c/Support_Kris_by_Filly_of_the_Plains.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-8399585138594673235</id><published>2009-05-08T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T01:08:44.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for not updating lately. I am so busy,busy,busy.... with school.&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I CHOPPED OFF MY HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;"oh, the horror!!!" you may wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least it turned out alright. I thought it might turn out otherwise. So, I guess I am okay with my current hairstyle. No big deal. :) I was brave enough to chop it off. Now I look like YC !  BOOHOO! hahahahahah (: She may be cursing at me right now or is it just me. What the heck. Whatever. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I looked CUTER ! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, we all know Mother's Day is coming up. Well, in exactly 2 days from today.&lt;br /&gt;So, what will you do for your mum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. As for me, I'll just wish her Happy Mother's Day at exactly 12 am. *Hopes I can stay up and NOT fall asleep this Saturday* I hope I'll treat mum to a dinner as well. Her favourite dishes and so on. I know she loves tom yam fish oh-so much. She loves dishes which are "suan" , or sour in English. I may have taken this liking from her as I love "suan" as well. This means I will have more girls in the future as kids as mum says one who loves sour dishes will have more girls and one who loves "sien" or salty in English will have boys. I'm getting out of topic. Excuse me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Mother's Day. I hope all of you will treat your mum with love and care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I saved this as draft but I forgot to post it the other day. Oh, just read it as if I wrote in on Friday last week kay. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today:16 May 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Teacher's Day! Went to school today for the ceremony. We had our drama and it was great ! A big clap to those who acted. *clap hands* After the drama and everything, it all came to the games for teachers. Some students were involved with the games too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, Exams are coming up in two days time. Gosh, I haven't even studied yet. OMG. I hope I dont fail any subjects. Please, oh please dont fail. * prays for a miracle* And with that, I might not online for two weeks. Yes, you read it right. TWO FRIGGING WEEKS. I am going to have my Semester exam for two weeks. Damn long I tell you. And the schedule is weird as well. Paper one during the first week then paper two the other. How the hell am I going to remember everything I have studied in the first week for the second week? What I meant was I have to study two times. STUPIDDDDDD!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, yeah.. Wishing every teacher the very best TEACHER'S DAY today. Hope you guys enjoy your day. Go for a picnic or something. Don't think bout work for today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks for providing a listening ear today babe. I felt much more better spilling out everything. My lips are sealed for yours and so are you for mine. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-8399585138594673235?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8399585138594673235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=8399585138594673235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8399585138594673235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8399585138594673235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/sorry-for-not-updating-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-2990355381312440576</id><published>2009-04-23T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T02:33:52.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some AMAZING talents from British Got Talents.&lt;br /&gt;They're just simply AMAZING. I still have goosebumps after watching these vids for several times. They're absolutely AMAZING !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWNoiVrJDsE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QWNoiVrJDsE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Am45nFsZRfY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Am45nFsZRfY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/leL4smXXiDU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/leL4smXXiDU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another one, Susan Boyle, but I cant get hold of the vid. So,  here's the URL &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Got the goosebumps? I sure did :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Notice that at least one person shed tears during their performance? A standing ovation for each of them. They deserved it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-2990355381312440576?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2990355381312440576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=2990355381312440576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2990355381312440576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2990355381312440576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-amazing-talents-from-british-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-3608701256911840320</id><published>2009-04-22T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:07:10.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My throat is not getting any better. I hate this feeling. This sorethroat thing aint going away is it? I am already so frigging tired of coughing, coughing and coughing. My friends cannot even hear me talk when I pratically screamed at the top of my ability to scream. =.=!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, My limbs are free from any soreness. YAY to that ! :) So, let me write about what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am still coughing my tonsils out writing this post. SCREW YOU THROAT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, it was a normal Thursday for me in school. Went to school early because of something. *shh* Blame it on me for being forgetful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story, okay, Had my morning duty and then briefing. Went to Bio class. We learnt about cell cycle. :) I was late so I was a little confused about the chapter at first but I got the hang of it. Later, discussed my Peka with Ms. Jenny. Then, went for Maths. I coughed all the way up to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is damn sore I tell you. The feeling is like when you cough, you feel like your throat lining is at the edge of tearing. That's how I felt. Don't know about you guys out there. You might thing this is a normal cough but oh no, not for me. My worst ever. I do not know what I did and caught this evil cough. -.- YC was kind enough to bring me a so called herbal tea for me during Physics tuition later. I owe her a lot already. She made green bean soup for me the previous day.Fyi, green bean soup is "lu tou tang". I loved it. BUT, it is still not curing this cough of mine. Let's call this cough EC(evil cough in short) * Im tired of spelling it out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EC is damn irritating and has been annoying me for the past 4 days. I hate EC so so so damn much. I caught a flu as from last night because of this EC. Flu made my day a whole lot &lt;s&gt;better&lt;/s&gt;worse. I had to like blow my nose as my nose was runny. Damn you, EC !  URGH. I hate being sick. How I wish this may all be gone in just a blink of an eye. *blink* *blink*. Nohing's happening. (-.-'') I know it's LAME. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still not feeling well. Please oh please God, make this EC and flu gone. Im so tired of being sick. PLEASE !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-3608701256911840320?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3608701256911840320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=3608701256911840320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3608701256911840320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3608701256911840320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-throat-is-not-getting-any-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-1371934201893251069</id><published>2009-04-20T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T01:02:12.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I AM FINALLY BACK FROM PREFECTS CAMP. MISS ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The camp was awesome. I lost my voice and the ability to move around freely for a short while. I might recover in a few days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a brief update for the readers. Im not dead yet okay. I might blog again after a few days. Im so tired. I want to go nap for a while now. Till then, goodbye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Sewr0oYdbII/AAAAAAAAAU4/f3IBeb7k4Lk/s1600-h/2650_1066544716704_1618633381_186285_1192718_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Sewr0oYdbII/AAAAAAAAAU4/f3IBeb7k4Lk/s400/2650_1066544716704_1618633381_186285_1192718_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326680642465655938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;                                                                  LOVE YOU GUYS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-1371934201893251069?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1371934201893251069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=1371934201893251069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1371934201893251069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1371934201893251069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-finally-back-from-prefects-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/Sewr0oYdbII/AAAAAAAAAU4/f3IBeb7k4Lk/s72-c/2650_1066544716704_1618633381_186285_1192718_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5707021975946876440</id><published>2009-04-13T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T00:10:22.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im so dead beat today.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooooooooooooooooo Tireddddddddddddddddddddddddd. I can count how many yawns I made during class this morning. Exactly 12 yawns. O.O! HAHA. Don't blame me for being tired. I had tuition last night until 9.30. Well, BOOHOO to me right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was invited to Andrea's house for a BBQ. So, it was our BBQ nitght last saturday. We bbq-ed, ate, sing, ate again, played cards and OMG, did I tell you that Ann's dogs are the CUTEST! They're sooo adorable. They are Sunny and Windy. Catchy names eh? There are 8 of us altogether. Elaine's pictures are out as she is quite private with her pics. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll post up some pictures from the bbq. LOOK DOWN and enjoy! :P Ignore the nasty faces of mine as some of them are CANDID. I'll get back at you, Esther!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQrDpU0i4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/2jeSR2k5eIs/s1600-h/3061_154924485031_854720031_6442113_4093882_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQrDpU0i4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/2jeSR2k5eIs/s400/3061_154924485031_854720031_6442113_4093882_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324428001091554178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ying Ching and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQqfn_KElI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ow1pREhkVAM/s1600-h/3061_154922090031_854720031_6442089_4783566_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQqfn_KElI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ow1pREhkVAM/s400/3061_154922090031_854720031_6442089_4783566_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324427382256964178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esther and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQnEBiyBKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/otWRntWb-WI/s1600-h/200904112260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQnEBiyBKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/otWRntWb-WI/s400/200904112260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324423609546048674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                              &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Mei and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQnD582peI/AAAAAAAAATI/PaCNiTmxQ9U/s1600-h/200904112259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQnD582peI/AAAAAAAAATI/PaCNiTmxQ9U/s400/200904112259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324423607507920354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Me, Mei and Joanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQnDhai0sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_OSjn1npf4Y/s1600-h/200904112261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQnDhai0sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/_OSjn1npf4Y/s400/200904112261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324423600921563842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                 &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                She loves this picture &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQpzy32bnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/wc5AIA2XYMk/s1600-h/3061_154922080031_854720031_6442088_1730921_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQpzy32bnI/AAAAAAAAAT4/wc5AIA2XYMk/s400/3061_154922080031_854720031_6442088_1730921_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324426629264862834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ann and Mei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQpz3h5m9I/AAAAAAAAATw/rMXkdemCuyc/s1600-h/3061_154919395031_854720031_6441998_7370885_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQpz3h5m9I/AAAAAAAAATw/rMXkdemCuyc/s400/3061_154919395031_854720031_6441998_7370885_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324426630514973650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQpzTnJrMI/AAAAAAAAATg/zUfrEFvLHlI/s1600-h/3061_154919390031_854720031_6441997_407788_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQpzTnJrMI/AAAAAAAAATg/zUfrEFvLHlI/s400/3061_154919390031_854720031_6441997_407788_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324426620873321666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She din know I wasnt looking at the camere :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQpzCZ-oXI/AAAAAAAAATY/hzpe_JZgMB0/s1600-h/3061_154919385031_854720031_6441996_7528615_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQpzCZ-oXI/AAAAAAAAATY/hzpe_JZgMB0/s400/3061_154919385031_854720031_6441996_7528615_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324426616254669170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silly girl :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQqgQLpp1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/AhoEUvCIKQ8/s1600-h/3061_154924465031_854720031_6442111_1422344_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQqgQLpp1I/AAAAAAAAAUY/AhoEUvCIKQ8/s400/3061_154924465031_854720031_6442111_1422344_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324427393046783826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ying Ching and Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQqgPRvgAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rT8BhPSHGM4/s1600-h/3061_154924460031_854720031_6442110_2736355_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQqgPRvgAI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/rT8BhPSHGM4/s400/3061_154924460031_854720031_6442110_2736355_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324427392803897346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Audrey. CUTE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQqgGjSYZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/nBpI7g8-Xhg/s1600-h/3061_154922110031_854720031_6442092_3754241_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQqgGjSYZI/AAAAAAAAAUI/nBpI7g8-Xhg/s400/3061_154922110031_854720031_6442092_3754241_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324427390461567378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joanne. CANDID. pretty girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE LAST PIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQsD5d3ruI/AAAAAAAAAUw/cCzdgCGIlJE/s1600-h/3061_154926260031_854720031_6442139_2347449_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQsD5d3ruI/AAAAAAAAAUw/cCzdgCGIlJE/s400/3061_154926260031_854720031_6442139_2347449_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324429104936103650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KISS my ass :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5707021975946876440?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5707021975946876440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5707021975946876440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5707021975946876440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5707021975946876440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-dead-beat-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SeQrDpU0i4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/2jeSR2k5eIs/s72-c/3061_154924485031_854720031_6442113_4093882_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-1936021343703041948</id><published>2009-04-03T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T03:35:24.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I felt WORSE today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not about the prefect thingy. It's just something that is bugging me for a few days now. I really really feel left out. I feel like I don't particularly belong to , well, let's call this problem, "it". Maybe it's just me? I don't know. What to do? What to do?!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain. It's just I don't feel welcome anymore by "it". I guess I'll just put myself busy to forget this "it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm.Robinette interviewed us candidates today. It was alright. The first few interviews were a little intense. This was OKAY. It's not like she's getting ready to question us like we're in a police station or something. &lt;s&gt;You know, like those interviews where police manipulates your brain to spill out the beans. &lt;/s&gt; Sorry, out of topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all in all the interview was alright. The thing is that we had to endure a whole day sitting on the chair, which means I did not attend my class today. The interview lasted 4 hours and 50 minutes. Some interview eh? :) We were given a break during break time though. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tahan-ed &lt;/span&gt;my bladder for 2 hours cause we were not allowed to go out when the interview process is going on. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry, bladder. &lt;/span&gt;What a sigh of relief when it's time for break. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the break, went back to the conference room. This time, I was smart to bring a piece of paper and my pencil case for some notes to be written. The prefects had mentioned earlier that it's important to carry a notepad and a pen with us. They made it compulsary on Monday. My pocket is gonna be hecka HEAVY, i tell you. &lt;s&gt;Purse,notepad, pen in a freaking pocket?!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll just see how the days goes. *twists fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;PS: they're gonna torture us like madmens! :(((((       (that's what I heard)&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/4077548288480590041-1936021343703041948?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1936021343703041948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=1936021343703041948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1936021343703041948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1936021343703041948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-felt-worse-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-8836939481685219345</id><published>2009-04-02T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T02:26:32.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SdSD8XSPgvI/AAAAAAAAASo/-qTYqGDn8Fc/s1600-h/Left_Out_by_epiphical.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SdSD8XSPgvI/AAAAAAAAASo/-qTYqGDn8Fc/s400/Left_Out_by_epiphical.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320022132897317618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I felt left out today, like an appl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e in a crowd of oranges.   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;like a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;gummybear in a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; bunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; red &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;gummybears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SdSElkmXqVI/AAAAAAAAASw/QJfdYmEcHUk/s1600-h/Left_Out_by_WatermellonWishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SdSElkmXqVI/AAAAAAAAASw/QJfdYmEcHUk/s400/Left_Out_by_WatermellonWishes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320022840846035282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*that's how I felt today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-8836939481685219345?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8836939481685219345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=8836939481685219345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8836939481685219345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8836939481685219345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-felt-left-out-today-like-appl-e-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SdSD8XSPgvI/AAAAAAAAASo/-qTYqGDn8Fc/s72-c/Left_Out_by_epiphical.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-2220012502266858040</id><published>2009-03-30T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T03:18:52.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My smile seems out of place when I saw you. An awkward position to be in just now. You spoke once again and I listened. The feelings came up when I got to see your face just now. How I wished I could just stop the time and let our eyes meet. Although it was a few seconds of it, I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babes and I went for the Chung Hua concert on Saturday night. It was a last-minute decision. But at last, we got the tickets. RM 125 altogether. You do the maths. So, the concert was okay. This was the first time it was held at Indoor Stadium as it was their 15 years celebration or something. The stadium was packed with people. Stayed until 10. Then, I followed Ying Ching's car back home. Thanks. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at the gate of my house, I realised my whole house was pitch dark. I thought no one was home. So, I called mum and she said she was inside and left the gate unlocked. There was a white car parked outside the other road. The engine was still running. I quickly sprinted towards the gate and let myself in the house. *suspicious white car driver* So, I questioned my mum about the car and she said it was there for quite a time already. *more suspicious* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum and sis participated in the Earth Hour thingy and switched off all electricity in the house. Oh, what a great family. :P Then I went to have a quick shower and went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up the next morning, guess what I found. 10 mosquito bites on my frigging body. I was shocked and thought that was the reason I kept scratching my limbs during the concert. *filthy bloodsuckers* They were hungry eh that night. *CURSES!* The mosquito bites were damn itchy I tell you. I was not those normal small mosquitoes bites. These were the big, red patched kind of bites. Damn itchy. They were very visible. I told my friends about it. But, none of them were bitten by those bloodsuckers. NONE! It was only ME. Damn those mosquitoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still ithes whenever I touch them. I know, don't touch the bites. But wtf, damn itchy okay. Cannot resist the temptation of scratching it okay. The girls went crazy when I told them about the bites this morning. They even laughed at me. What great friends I have eh. *pities myself* Mind you, I was covered in 10 mosquitoe bites for God's sake. How is that not funny.I applied quite a few layers of aloe vera gel and some chinese oil. None of them were useful. Anyone knows what I can apply to cure my mosquitoe bites? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, goodbye. Off to tuition. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-2220012502266858040?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2220012502266858040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=2220012502266858040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2220012502266858040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2220012502266858040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-smile-seems-out-of-place-when-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-1881147350921130615</id><published>2009-03-27T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:26:59.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'll just drown my sorrows listening to this. It's hard not to think about it. I hope it'll pass through soon. &lt;s&gt;Everyone kept asking who "he" was.&lt;/s&gt; I guess no one knows except &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;. Today was better a bit as I did not get to see his face. I felt 0.01% better from that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, VOTE EARTH! switch off your lights from 8.30 until 9.30 tonight. &lt;br /&gt;Save Earth. It's the only planet we have. Our one and only. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Show the world we, Malaysians, are united. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;曲：王力宏 词：王力宏 小寒&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;故事里的 起承转合 有一些忘记&lt;br /&gt;做了多少错误的选择&lt;br /&gt;原来波折 才暗示着 该走的方向&lt;br /&gt;指引你我来到这一刻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算别人都说 我们没什么出息&lt;br /&gt;不可能会这样轻易放弃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause You're My Everything&lt;br /&gt;就一个原因 让我勇敢面对这个世界&lt;br /&gt;想给你Everything&lt;br /&gt;不管用多少个明天 永远从此刻开始算起&lt;br /&gt;你的爱是我的Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遥远天际 巧合相遇 有多少几率&lt;br /&gt;多少烟火 坠落无痕迹&lt;br /&gt;因为幸福 没有捷径 难免要绕道&lt;br /&gt;不被看好越是要走到&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算别人都说 我们没什么出息&lt;br /&gt;不可能会这样轻易放弃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你就是Everything&lt;br /&gt;就这个原因 让我勇敢面对这个世界&lt;br /&gt;想给你Everything&lt;br /&gt;只要你说一声愿意 所有的未来才有意义&lt;br /&gt;你的爱是我的Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause You're My Everything&lt;br /&gt;就一个原因 让我勇敢面对这个世界&lt;br /&gt;想给你Everything&lt;br /&gt;不管用多少个明天 永远从此刻开始算起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你就是Everything&lt;br /&gt;就如这个原因 我会永远记住这种感觉&lt;br /&gt;想给你Everything&lt;br /&gt;只要你说一声愿意 所有的未来才有意义&lt;br /&gt;你的爱是我的Everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-1881147350921130615?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1881147350921130615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=1881147350921130615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1881147350921130615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1881147350921130615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-guess-ill-just-drown-my-sorrows.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-2469314279406159363</id><published>2009-03-26T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:57:07.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's so awkward to see him in school everyday. &lt;S&gt;How I wished I won't see his face&lt;/S&gt;. I don't want to experience the hurt anymore. It's just too much to bear. He talked to me this morning. Only for a short while. Just a glimpse at his face triggered the feeling I had to go through the other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;北风好不留情&lt;br /&gt;把叶子吹落&lt;br /&gt;坠落的它他选择的逃脱&lt;br /&gt;叶子失去小心&lt;br /&gt;风才感觉寂寞&lt;br /&gt;整个冬天&lt;br /&gt;北风的痛没人能说&lt;br /&gt;我从来没想过&lt;br /&gt;我会这样做&lt;br /&gt;从来没爱过&lt;br /&gt;所以爱错&lt;br /&gt;我从那里起飞&lt;br /&gt;从那里降落&lt;br /&gt;多少不能原谅的错却不能从来过&lt;br /&gt;翻开回忆角落&lt;br /&gt;忘记的生活&lt;br /&gt;以为幸福都可以掌握&lt;br /&gt;仔细回味当初那个故事背后&lt;br /&gt;喔原来是我&lt;br /&gt;犯下从没真的爱错&lt;br /&gt;我从来没想过&lt;br /&gt;我会这样做&lt;br /&gt;从来没爱过所以爱错&lt;br /&gt;我从那里起飞&lt;br /&gt;从那里降落&lt;br /&gt;多少不能原谅的错却不能从来过...&lt;br /&gt;真的受未你的世界&lt;br /&gt;喔...找不会那些感觉&lt;br /&gt;其实我不想到别&lt;br /&gt;那些过去&lt;br /&gt;我从来没想过&lt;br /&gt;我会这样做&lt;br /&gt;从来没爱过(从来没有爱过那么认的)&lt;br /&gt;我从那里起飞&lt;br /&gt;从那里降落(降落)&lt;br /&gt;多少不能原谅的错却不能从&lt;br /&gt;从来没想过&lt;br /&gt;我会这样做&lt;br /&gt;从来没爱过(爱过)&lt;br /&gt;所以爱错(所以爱错)&lt;br /&gt;从那里起飞(爱错爱错爱错baby)&lt;br /&gt;从那里降落&lt;br /&gt;多少不能原谅的错请&lt;br /&gt;你原谅我的爱错&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song: 王力宏-愛錯&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S What hurts the most is that "他不知道他對我多么重要".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-2469314279406159363?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2469314279406159363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=2469314279406159363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2469314279406159363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2469314279406159363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-so-awkward-to-see-him-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-1686702890098925724</id><published>2009-03-24T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:44:49.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SciPUsL0fgI/AAAAAAAAASg/sbx5ZN2S_8Q/s1600-h/How_to_heal_a_broken_heart_by_lexidh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 64px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SciPUsL0fgI/AAAAAAAAASg/sbx5ZN2S_8Q/s400/How_to_heal_a_broken_heart_by_lexidh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316656945731763714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to say this, but I am officially broken hearted.Now I know what he wants but it's not me.The words he sent to me was like a knife that had pierced through my oh-so fragile heart.I know it sounds lame, but I did felt it.I never felt this pain before.Damn. I feel so uneasy right now.Like Im ready to throw up or something. The pain is unpredictable yet hurtful. Don't ever let your hopes on someone too high or you'll just end up like me. Useless. I know I should not let myself be pitiful. I dont want to be like this. I have never thought that I'll be the one to get hurt after so many days of listening and hearing other people's problem. It's like a disease getting ready to get into your flesh and veins and eat you alive. Alright, Im getting out of topic. But you do get the point right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to Esther for the gifts she bought. She had a week full of fun and SHOPPING at KL. At least she did not forget us. Hahah. Thanks again Babe. You won't be forgotten when Im out of Miri as well next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of outside Miri, Malaysia to be exact. I got the form for the student exchange thingy from MR. Yuan. I am still trying to make up my mind if I want to go to Spain or Japan for the student exchange thingy. The thing is, if I pick JAPAN, the whole two week exchange will be sponsored. On the other hand, Spain sounds so awesome. And I will be given Spanish lessons at my host country. How awesome is that?! But the thing is that the fee is like RM 12,000 lor. Damn expensive but the trip there would be from Dec 2010 until Feb 2011. *inserts big smiley face* Mum and Dad said that the one to Japan is so much more better as it will be sponsored. I like the country Japan as well. Hrmmm, I guess I'll just go with Japan then. I hope I got picked for the trip and I might be the first one to go to Japan in my family. OMG, OMG, OMG.... can't wait till then !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, I cannot put my hopes so high as I might get disappointed AGAIN. &lt;br /&gt;I will put myself for a busy week or so as to cure and give my heart a rest from all the chaos I've been through today. "A remedy for all broken hearts is just not to think about it" but I cannot not think about it. It's just there. I can't let it out of my head. Guess I'll just have to live with it for a few days, weeks, months or so. I can't tell how long I'll be like this depressed. I'll try to be myself again. Damn, love sucks. H e just crushed my fragile heart. I hate being like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SciPUshCAPI/AAAAAAAAASY/W1jsjKgW-hk/s1600-h/Broken_heart_by_jujubakiller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SciPUshCAPI/AAAAAAAAASY/W1jsjKgW-hk/s400/Broken_heart_by_jujubakiller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316656945820729586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-1686702890098925724?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1686702890098925724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=1686702890098925724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1686702890098925724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1686702890098925724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont-want-to-say-this-but-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SciPUsL0fgI/AAAAAAAAASg/sbx5ZN2S_8Q/s72-c/How_to_heal_a_broken_heart_by_lexidh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-914308276780464907</id><published>2009-03-23T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T01:51:59.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohh my darling blog.&lt;br /&gt;You've turned 7 months old baby.&lt;br /&gt;I sound like a mum talking to a non-existing.&lt;br /&gt;*OH WELL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Holiday's gone. Back to school days again. OLD normal, monotonic kind of life.&lt;br /&gt;Darn, I want to live on the moon. Like seriously. Doing nothing but just float around the space in a spacesuit, eating space food. Sounds stupid, eh? I AM! &lt;br /&gt;Back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;*That will never going to happen*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test papers were given today.&lt;br /&gt;Bio, Chemistry and Physics. Mr.Tan's not in so we did not receive our Sivik's.&lt;br /&gt;I was quite happy with my Bio and Chemistry. But Physics was like HELL. I have not had such low marks in my many years studying in school. I got what, 40?! Ineed tuition for Physics, like ASAP. Oh, please, anyone, anywhere in Miri, who has like good tuition for Physics. Recommend???? Haha. *Physics, oh, Physics.. Please don't fail me* I kept putting that in mind but in the end? what did I get. A frigging 40%. *CURSES!* Such a bad first timer in Berkala 1 eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something shocked me today though. While I was going to my class after sending some books for Mdm.Pui, I heard Mdm.Wong said "A parent just called and said that her child was kidnapped!" Go check class *** for ***** **** ! Mr.Kong ran to the class but luckily he/she was not in any danger at gun/knife-point of any nasty kidnapper. &lt;br /&gt;My friend and I then talked about the news that was posted on the newspaper about some people in need of money and created this stupid and seriously dumb prank just to get some money from Sarawakians. Some of them called and ordered the parents to bank in money into their accounts. They even false their voices and act as their respective child and calling out, *mummy,mummy,come save me ! * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, my friend's sister, aged 17 received the call and the same thing happen. She was quite clever to know that it was a prank. Once they made the false voice of a child, she scolded them and said that she wasn't even married yet having children. *Foolish people*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't get fooled by these calls and have a upright mind as not to panic or anything IF you have a child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta run off to tuition now. See ya. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-914308276780464907?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/914308276780464907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=914308276780464907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/914308276780464907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/914308276780464907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/ohh-my-darling-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-2651480230758598069</id><published>2009-03-12T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:17:39.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The exams have finally ENDED ! One week of holiday for me. Me, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; ! But there's still tuition though. Screw you, tuitions ! Anyway, made plans with my friends to go out to Parkson later.&lt;br /&gt;Going to have a Sunday dinner with the Babes too. Cindy, once you've decided where to go, inform me ASAP ! Sorry I have to cancel on Saturday's dinner. Aunt from Bintulu is coming and mum arranged a family dinner with her. Sorry babes ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go get ready now. Toodles !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-2651480230758598069?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2651480230758598069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=2651480230758598069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2651480230758598069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2651480230758598069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/exams-have-finally-ended-one-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-208301431739192359</id><published>2009-03-06T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T02:44:48.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The street is filled with joyous laughter&lt;br /&gt;It's not fitting for tears to join the party&lt;br /&gt;Hurry and run, hurry and search, for a lonely corner&lt;br /&gt;In ungraceful times, being alone is the best&lt;br /&gt;Love, its tides go so soon&lt;br /&gt;I let go of your hands, but cannot let go of the memories&lt;br /&gt;The future, won't come back; the earth, continues to spin&lt;br /&gt;Hide away in my warm dreams; I'm fine by myself&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the more I believe and trust&lt;br /&gt;The more I receive the loneliness of the soul&lt;br /&gt;Is there an andidote that will never let the heart disappoint?&lt;br /&gt;If it's true, that the more steps I take in the world&lt;br /&gt;The less I can keep my innocent smile&lt;br /&gt;Then from now on, I'll be fine living alone&lt;br /&gt;The heart, calmly beats&lt;br /&gt;But loneliness is hidding like a Tsunami&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, one moment, it hits my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'll erase my own tears, Ill be fine by myself&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;街 挤满了欢笑&lt;br /&gt;太不适合 眼泪凑热闹&lt;br /&gt;快跑 快寻找 无人的转角&lt;br /&gt;不优雅时候 一个人最好&lt;br /&gt;爱 说退就退潮&lt;br /&gt;我松开手 回忆却没放掉&lt;br /&gt;未来 不来了 地球 继续绕&lt;br /&gt;躲回温暖的梦 我一个人就好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么 越相信谁能依靠&lt;br /&gt;越换来 又一次灵魂寂寥&lt;br /&gt;有没有永远 再不会让心绝望的解药&lt;br /&gt;如果说 越踏出世界一脚&lt;br /&gt;越不能 保留住天真微笑&lt;br /&gt;那从今以后 我一个人过 就很好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;心 很平静地跳&lt;br /&gt;只是寂寞 潜伏像海啸&lt;br /&gt;突然某一秒 偷袭我眼角&lt;br /&gt;眼泪自己擦掉 我一个人很好&lt;br /&gt;一个人就好&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song just suits me the most for the way I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you're different.&lt;br /&gt;You're just the same as everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;You're a HEARTBREAKER, you know that? !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-208301431739192359?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/208301431739192359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=208301431739192359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/208301431739192359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/208301431739192359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/street-is-filled-with-joyous-laughter.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-7476338596659241932</id><published>2009-02-26T00:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T01:08:51.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaZbyN-LySI/AAAAAAAAASE/pZXNqCIQZgo/s1600-h/54c5aa940119309c5230615140d60941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaZbyN-LySI/AAAAAAAAASE/pZXNqCIQZgo/s400/54c5aa940119309c5230615140d60941.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307030129204775202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaZbx9ZC3aI/AAAAAAAAAR8/BBSOevYMzU4/s1600-h/c1af8baff69522bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaZbx9ZC3aI/AAAAAAAAAR8/BBSOevYMzU4/s400/c1af8baff69522bf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307030124754034082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one heck of a day.&lt;br /&gt;Sports Day for my school, Day out for me and my babes, and a special day for two of my babes.(Well, you'll get the hint from the pictures above) It's their BIRTHDAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish HAPPY SWEET 16TH to THIEN CHING MEI and TING MEI JIUN !&lt;br /&gt;Have a pleasant day and most of all, enjoy your sweet sixteen, babes !&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girls, just party and be wild for once. LOL. okay, screw that. Just be happy today. BE LIKE THE BALOONS ! :D ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaZbyMON1rI/AAAAAAAAASM/qGl38fHw7x0/s1600-h/Balloons_5__by_Antoniarghh_8D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 98px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaZbyMON1rI/AAAAAAAAASM/qGl38fHw7x0/s400/Balloons_5__by_Antoniarghh_8D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307030128735147698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-7476338596659241932?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7476338596659241932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=7476338596659241932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/7476338596659241932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/7476338596659241932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-is-one-heck-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaZbyN-LySI/AAAAAAAAASE/pZXNqCIQZgo/s72-c/54c5aa940119309c5230615140d60941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-6274775718907979114</id><published>2009-02-21T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T22:31:59.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaDvpxdfiiI/AAAAAAAAARs/6mDFwfHMwPA/s1600-h/DSC00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaDvpxdfiiI/AAAAAAAAARs/6mDFwfHMwPA/s400/DSC00138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305503861973158434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaDvBzeUqwI/AAAAAAAAARk/ICMq69b17Jo/s1600-h/DSC05769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaDvBzeUqwI/AAAAAAAAARk/ICMq69b17Jo/s400/DSC05769.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305503175318743810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaDvBnYYLhI/AAAAAAAAARU/1HeAg8IvKk4/s1600-h/n530363293_1632755_5539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaDvBnYYLhI/AAAAAAAAARU/1HeAg8IvKk4/s400/n530363293_1632755_5539.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305503172072582674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaDvBcOmaNI/AAAAAAAAARM/ku7CjaT11wE/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaDvBcOmaNI/AAAAAAAAARM/ku7CjaT11wE/s400/9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305503169078782162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the days we used to hang out together.&lt;br /&gt;Everything has changed now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times we went out.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the goofy stuffs you guys did.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the teasing.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the name-calling.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the fake girl-fights we had.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the jokes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the lets-go-out-and-have-pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I miss, "US", so so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go back where everything is alright.&lt;br /&gt;I hate "this" right now.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old times, so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just forget about everything that had happened.&lt;br /&gt;I just want us to go back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;I miss us terribly.&lt;br /&gt;Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-6274775718907979114?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6274775718907979114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=6274775718907979114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6274775718907979114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6274775718907979114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-days-we-used-to-hang-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SaDvpxdfiiI/AAAAAAAAARs/6mDFwfHMwPA/s72-c/DSC00138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-1793150698459956263</id><published>2009-02-20T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T02:15:35.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZ6B3Yte8PI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PBF3J4758i4/s1600-h/Apples_01_by_dugonline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 116px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZ6B3Yte8PI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PBF3J4758i4/s400/Apples_01_by_dugonline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304820199615033586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              ------------------Girls----------------&lt;br /&gt;-----------are like apples------&lt;br /&gt;-------on trees. The best ones-----&lt;br /&gt;-----are at the top of the tree.-----&lt;br /&gt;---The boys dont want to reach---&lt;br /&gt;--for the good ones because they--&lt;br /&gt;-are afraid of falling and getting hurt.-&lt;br /&gt;-Instead, they get the rotten apples-&lt;br /&gt;from the ground that arent as good,&lt;br /&gt;but easy. So the apples up top think&lt;br /&gt;something wrong with them when in&lt;br /&gt;-reality they're amazing. They just--&lt;br /&gt;---have to wait for the right boy to&lt;br /&gt;---- come along, the one who's-&lt;br /&gt;----------- brave enough to-----&lt;br /&gt;---------------climb all---------&lt;br /&gt;---------------the way--------&lt;br /&gt;--------------to the top--------&lt;br /&gt;-------------of the tree.---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZ6B30pYVFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9r2YqBX_jzg/s1600-h/They_Fall_From_Trees_by_darkblackprincess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZ6B30pYVFI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/9r2YqBX_jzg/s400/They_Fall_From_Trees_by_darkblackprincess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304820207114015826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite true, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:It's been days since the day we said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;   I'm missing you already.&lt;br /&gt;   You made me speechless when I see you.&lt;br /&gt;   (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-1793150698459956263?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1793150698459956263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=1793150698459956263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1793150698459956263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1793150698459956263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/girls-are-like-apples-on-trees.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZ6B3Yte8PI/AAAAAAAAAQs/PBF3J4758i4/s72-c/Apples_01_by_dugonline.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-624869039785384889</id><published>2009-02-16T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:53:48.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZomlIUBahI/AAAAAAAAAQk/o9g8WVtBZ-Y/s1600-h/Sick_SiCkk_sick_by_Leuca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZomlIUBahI/AAAAAAAAAQk/o9g8WVtBZ-Y/s400/Sick_SiCkk_sick_by_Leuca.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303593930510658066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sick.&lt;br /&gt;skipped school today.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Bye.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-624869039785384889?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/624869039785384889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=624869039785384889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/624869039785384889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/624869039785384889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/boohoo-im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZomlIUBahI/AAAAAAAAAQk/o9g8WVtBZ-Y/s72-c/Sick_SiCkk_sick_by_Leuca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-3913777653306185981</id><published>2009-02-12T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:33:43.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. I am really sorry for the lagging posts. HEE! &lt;br /&gt;It is exactly 15 days since my last post. &lt;br /&gt;OMG. It's like one whole CNY celebration. Well, a lot of things happened during these fifteen days.&lt;br /&gt;Chinese New Year celebration, landslides, Chap Goh Mei, the moon eclipse( that's what I heard) and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're a pretty damn fool if you don't know what tomorrow's occasion is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Valentine's Day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZUhoMdb3kI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Xmcvl3Z7mKw/s1600-h/39e90552665587ea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZUhoMdb3kI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Xmcvl3Z7mKw/s400/39e90552665587ea.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302181110721797698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this if you don't know what Valentine's Day is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;THE ROMANTIC festival of Valentine’s Day is said to have originated in pagan times in Rome when people celebrated annual fertility festival called Feast of Lupercalia in mid-February. A unique custom of the festival was the mating of young boys and girls for a year through a lottery system. Quite often the couple would fall in love and marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strongly associated with the festival of Valentine’s Day are the legends of three or more Saint Valentine of Rome. One of the most popular legends says, Valentine or Valentinus lived in Rome when the country was under the reign of Emperor Claudius II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that Claudius engaged Rome in several unpopular and bloody campaigns. To maintain a strong army, Claudius continuously needed to recruit soldiers. But to his disappointment Claudius found that most men were unwilling to join army because of their strong attachment with their wives and their families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get rid of the problem, Claudius banned all marriages and engagements in Rome. A romantic at heart priest, Valentine, secretly arranged marriages of young boys and girls and defied this unjustified and callous order of Claudius. When the Emperor discovered this defiance, he put Valentine behind bars and he was finally executed on February 14, about 270 AD. For his great service, Valentine was named a saint after his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Middle Ages, Saint Valentine became the patron saint of love and lovers in England and France. In 498 AD, when Pope Gelasius decided to put an end to pagan celebration of Feast of Lupercalia, he declared that 14th February be celebrated as St Valentine’s Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scholars however, say, romance was linked with Valentine’s Day because of the popular belief in England and France during the Middle Ages that birds began to start looking for their mate from 14th February.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZUhoUQSyAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/LdcUwAakzTw/s1600-h/Valentines_Day___preview_by_Pinkmango77.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 149px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZUhoUQSyAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/LdcUwAakzTw/s400/Valentines_Day___preview_by_Pinkmango77.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302181112814159874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love Vday because well, I just love it. I love to see those people who receives chocolates, roses, cute cards with mushy stuff written all over it, heart shaped balloons. It's romantic. This is the time when youngsters, mainly boys, court girls and asks them to be their girlfriends. It's the time to be lovey dovey with your couple as well. You see love almost everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZUhodZq0tI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0QuFSiHAnM4/s1600-h/valentines_day_by_Cassie_Lee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZUhodZq0tI/AAAAAAAAAQc/0QuFSiHAnM4/s400/valentines_day_by_Cassie_Lee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302181115269403346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you don't have to have a girlfriend/boyfriend to celebrate Valentine's. You can also celebrate them with your loved ones. Your mum, dad, brother, sister and also your friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the day to show someone or anyone you love them. Make it meaningful though. Everyone should enjoy this wonderful day. Even the animals are in a lovey dovey mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZUhoGv2CoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/K1lP7cp7Q_k/s1600-h/Happy_Valentines_Day_by_qbush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZUhoGv2CoI/AAAAAAAAAQE/K1lP7cp7Q_k/s400/Happy_Valentines_Day_by_qbush.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302181109188397698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So, enjoy your Valentine's Day tomorrow ya! Good luck with the confessions, boys and have a good time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZUhocuqxgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eSN2pBtfblU/s1600-h/mind_being_my_valentine__by_saturdayx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 109px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZUhocuqxgI/AAAAAAAAAQM/eSN2pBtfblU/s400/mind_being_my_valentine__by_saturdayx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302181115089044994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: One last thing, would you be my Valentine? :D   Screw that, that's just lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-3913777653306185981?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3913777653306185981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=3913777653306185981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3913777653306185981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3913777653306185981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SZUhoMdb3kI/AAAAAAAAAP8/Xmcvl3Z7mKw/s72-c/39e90552665587ea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5964490401831647776</id><published>2009-01-28T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T06:28:36.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PFFFT!&lt;br /&gt;You know what?&lt;br /&gt;I found out something, a fact to be exact, about me today.&lt;br /&gt;Im teochew!&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling my friends Im half kelabit, hokkien for the last 15 years and I found out I was actually TEOCHEW just now!&lt;br /&gt;It shocked the living hell outta me (metaphoricly)&lt;br /&gt;That was my feeling.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah..&lt;br /&gt;I just want to share this with you guys.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Third Day of CNY ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I know it's lame. I was shocked okayy. Shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5964490401831647776?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5964490401831647776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5964490401831647776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5964490401831647776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5964490401831647776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/pffft-you-know-what-i-found-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-6117270880119738109</id><published>2009-01-23T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:39:07.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXnxj1akheI/AAAAAAAAAP0/sq4QOFC-a2k/s1600-h/Lanters_at_Night_by_trinity9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXnxj1akheI/AAAAAAAAAP0/sq4QOFC-a2k/s400/Lanters_at_Night_by_trinity9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294528434886968802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHH, in case i don't blog on CNY,&lt;br /&gt;I would like to wish all you readers a very happy and prosperous New Year !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXnxjfIGVKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/HqXl63ACt3c/s1600-h/Happy_Chinese_New_Year_by_advanmatthew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXnxjfIGVKI/AAAAAAAAAPs/HqXl63ACt3c/s400/Happy_Chinese_New_Year_by_advanmatthew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294528428903912610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:Do take care while on the road. Don't drink and drive. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-6117270880119738109?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6117270880119738109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=6117270880119738109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6117270880119738109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6117270880119738109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohhh-in-case-i-dont-blog-on-cny-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXnxj1akheI/AAAAAAAAAP0/sq4QOFC-a2k/s72-c/Lanters_at_Night_by_trinity9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-7373083322177872600</id><published>2009-01-23T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T07:41:17.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went out with my babes to Bintang Megamall aka Parkson just now.&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast !&lt;br /&gt;We should do this again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;We saw lots of fabulous clothings lor.&lt;br /&gt;And I did not buy any because I did not bring the Bonuslink Card.&lt;br /&gt;Darn it !&lt;br /&gt;Well, took lots of photos with my babes to cheer myself up.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh! We saw clowns also !&lt;br /&gt;They're like all colourful and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;One of them even handed me a balloon.&lt;br /&gt;How nice of him.&lt;br /&gt;But I gave it to a cute little girl in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Hee~&lt;br /&gt;Im a good samaritan okay.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll stop yapping and enjoy the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXncj373J-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/RzLNwnA_SJk/s1600-h/DSC02151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXncj373J-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/RzLNwnA_SJk/s400/DSC02151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294505345819289570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivanka and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXncjp3zz7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/zu6vcIl_gFU/s1600-h/DSC00144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXncjp3zz7I/AAAAAAAAAPE/zu6vcIl_gFU/s400/DSC00144.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294505342044196786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXncjUbNSCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9Xpp8GuOoHE/s1600-h/DSC00138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXncjUbNSCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/9Xpp8GuOoHE/s400/DSC00138.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294505336287086626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clownand the clown-admirers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXncjPmxBvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JMmIkYiOwDo/s1600-h/DSC00131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXncjPmxBvI/AAAAAAAAAO0/JMmIkYiOwDo/s400/DSC00131.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294505334993389298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ching Mei and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXmvCZUWX1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/oTbLgwNSlCU/s1600-h/200901231866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXmvCZUWX1I/AAAAAAAAAOs/oTbLgwNSlCU/s400/200901231866.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294455292641566546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Er and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXmvCWD6yOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gEJA60Ttn4U/s1600-h/200901231865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXmvCWD6yOI/AAAAAAAAAOk/gEJA60Ttn4U/s400/200901231865.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294455291767343330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia Er, Ying Ching, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXmvCLl8arI/AAAAAAAAAOc/eUvIC2gmHw4/s1600-h/DSC00121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXmvCLl8arI/AAAAAAAAAOc/eUvIC2gmHw4/s400/DSC00121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294455288957266610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fitting room is so huge it can fit us all ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXmvB83WRkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OiASie3s6Hg/s1600-h/DSC00130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXmvB83WRkI/AAAAAAAAAOU/OiASie3s6Hg/s400/DSC00130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294455285003732546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Mei and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXmvBt0IlDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/o65Ggi-d27E/s1600-h/DSC00123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXmvBt0IlDI/AAAAAAAAAOM/o65Ggi-d27E/s400/DSC00123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294455280963720242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Ching Mei and Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXnk2xeLgyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wdFEF_Socik/s1600-h/edited+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXnk2xeLgyI/AAAAAAAAAPk/wdFEF_Socik/s400/edited+pic.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294514466594718498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random pic took by Esther. My face is super duper ugly so I censored it. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXnckcgKdVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ev9xtNuSfHI/s1600-h/DSC02169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXnckcgKdVI/AAAAAAAAAPU/ev9xtNuSfHI/s400/DSC02169.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294505355635225938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther took a photo of my derriere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-7373083322177872600?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7373083322177872600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=7373083322177872600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/7373083322177872600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/7373083322177872600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/went-out-with-my-babes-to-bintang.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXncj373J-I/AAAAAAAAAPM/RzLNwnA_SJk/s72-c/DSC02151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5532927636547741820</id><published>2009-01-16T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T05:36:09.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXCM5Ywb0MI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xFTey9UDnz0/s1600-h/809e619d7717192511c4d95ff14c15cb.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXCM5Ywb0MI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xFTey9UDnz0/s400/809e619d7717192511c4d95ff14c15cb.png.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291884479686365378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Im sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but I am feeling guilty for everything that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;I know its not my fault but it was me,okay.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to explain but I am just REALLY sorry for causing so much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for the things that have done.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for what you guys have to go through in the future.&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for me, everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;But it happened so, yea. Im hard on myself.&lt;br /&gt;Everything is my fault&lt;br /&gt;Im FREAKING sorry for everything.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I realise I am just a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;burden&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is harder to go through life now.&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to even go through the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Im truly sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5532927636547741820?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5532927636547741820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5532927636547741820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5532927636547741820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5532927636547741820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SXCM5Ywb0MI/AAAAAAAAAOE/xFTey9UDnz0/s72-c/809e619d7717192511c4d95ff14c15cb.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-2572629338856570532</id><published>2009-01-10T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T03:05:50.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged By Peterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 I've TAGGED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ahviannnnn&lt;br /&gt;2. Alyssa&lt;br /&gt;3. Jessie&lt;br /&gt;4. Yi Rou&lt;br /&gt;5. ccyu&lt;br /&gt;6. Kong teck&lt;br /&gt;7. Daryl&lt;br /&gt;8. Yukkham&lt;br /&gt;9. Kenaidy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.how do u know 1?&lt;br /&gt;-Primary school friends, a senior of mine, JOE ADDICT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.what would u do if u never meet 2?&lt;br /&gt;- I wouldn't know a cute fair girl exists on EARTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.what would u do if 3 n 4 dated u?&lt;br /&gt;- They have brains. They wont fall for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.would 5 n 6 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;- Good friends but NOT couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.do u think 7 is attractive?&lt;br /&gt;- I guess so. good attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.do u know anything about 8's family?&lt;br /&gt;-She has a bro. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.tell me something about 9?&lt;br /&gt;-AH BENG ! ah beng ! AH BENG ! ngeeee, i like to tortue him with tose words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.what language does 2 speak?&lt;br /&gt;- english. duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.who is 3 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;-someone. Ask her yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.how old is number 4?&lt;br /&gt;- 16 on Feb 12. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.5?&lt;br /&gt;- what's the QUESTION?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.who is 6's favourite singer?&lt;br /&gt;- jay chou! i think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.7?&lt;br /&gt;- WHAT'S THE QUESTION?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.is 8 single?&lt;br /&gt;-Yukkham, can I say?? haha. :D i WONT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.what's 9 last name?&lt;br /&gt;- Adan Silek AH BENG anak Ah beng SENIOR. :D. I KNOW U LOVE AH BENGS.:DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-2572629338856570532?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2572629338856570532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=2572629338856570532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2572629338856570532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2572629338856570532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-by-peterson-9-ive-tagged.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-8445909709472828850</id><published>2009-01-04T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T05:36:47.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SWC68CzCJII/AAAAAAAAAN8/xoQ07cR40zE/s1600-h/Back_to_School_by_GeorgiaPeaches.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SWC68CzCJII/AAAAAAAAAN8/xoQ07cR40zE/s400/Back_to_School_by_GeorgiaPeaches.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287431503238800514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK TO SCHOOL EVERYONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbye holidays, Hello school.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything is going to be ok !&lt;br /&gt;God, guide me through school.&lt;br /&gt;Much loves !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-8445909709472828850?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8445909709472828850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=8445909709472828850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8445909709472828850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8445909709472828850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SWC68CzCJII/AAAAAAAAAN8/xoQ07cR40zE/s72-c/Back_to_School_by_GeorgiaPeaches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-3275075554560365268</id><published>2009-01-03T07:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T07:43:05.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Screw the time. Holiday is almost over. Everything is going to be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;School, Tuition, and it's worst for me this year.&lt;br /&gt;Bio, Chem, Physics, Addmaths. New subjects are knocking on my study door and I must invite them in. More and more challenges are ahead of me. A new year, A new challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a challenge. And we have to go through them every minute, every second it comes knocking on your door. Im tired of being confused and I'm taking chances to find a new way to go through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im afraid. Im afraid of lots of things. Im afraid of the new responsibilities ahead of me. Im afraid of growing up. I am not sure if I am ready for the future. Time is definitely not on my side. Life is definitely a challenge. A new year, A new challenge. More and more things are getting more and more difficult by the minute. Challenges, how should I handle you? I have a lot of questions about life, my life. It seems like everyone is handling their life and problems very well while on the other hand, Im not even close to perfecting them. I have questions and no answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;Please, GOD, please guide me through my life. I promise to live life to the fulllest but im afraid to be alone.I am afraid to be invisible. I need You to be there for me, every minute of it. Please be by my side guiding me. Amen.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I cannot be afraid. I must be strong. For both myself and everyone around me. I gotta stay strong for me. I have a lot of questions about life. The answers are yet to be found. I have to go through life and find those answers little by little. I have to change my life. I got to live my life for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to change my life. Live my life for myself and not others.I'd like to share this song with you guys. INVISIBLE by Jennifer Hudson. Just listening to it reflects the life I am living now. It really suit the position I am in right now. A lot of problems are yet to be solved and I need to solve it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2of9EIlKe_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2of9EIlKe_s&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;I’ve opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m changing my life&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna live my life for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause this aint how it’s suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;No more standing in the back of the line&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m invisible for the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t you see me&lt;br /&gt;Do I even really matter&lt;br /&gt;You’ve changed me completely&lt;br /&gt;And I remember how it used to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(background)&lt;br /&gt;I got questions but no answers&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I’m tired of being confused &amp; now&lt;br /&gt;I gonna take my chance &amp; fly&lt;br /&gt;I’m taking back my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(background)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find me another way&lt;br /&gt;(Find another way)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t wanna stay another day&lt;br /&gt;Time for a change in my life&lt;br /&gt;I’ve opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m changing my life&lt;br /&gt;[ Jennifer Hudson Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna live my life for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause this aint how it’s suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;No more standing in the back of the line&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m invisible for the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can’t be it for me&lt;br /&gt;This can’t be all I’m made for&lt;br /&gt;And no more time to waste in this life&lt;br /&gt;It’s my time to shine&lt;br /&gt;No more feeling insufficient&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna make my own decisions&lt;br /&gt;It don’t matter what you can or cannot see&lt;br /&gt;I’m doing this for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(background)&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find me another way&lt;br /&gt;(Find another way)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t wanna stay another day&lt;br /&gt;Time for a change in my life&lt;br /&gt;I’ve opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m changing my life&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna live my life for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause this aint how it’s suppose to be&lt;br /&gt;No more standing in the back of the line&lt;br /&gt;(I’m invisible for the last time)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m invisible for the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me&lt;br /&gt;(Can you see me)&lt;br /&gt;I know you see me&lt;br /&gt;(I know you see me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(background)&lt;br /&gt;No more standing in the back of the line&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m invisible for the last time&lt;br /&gt;(Can you see me)&lt;br /&gt;(I know you see me)&lt;br /&gt;No more standing in the back of the line&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m invisible for the last time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-3275075554560365268?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3275075554560365268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=3275075554560365268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3275075554560365268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3275075554560365268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/screw-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5850808033894804529</id><published>2009-01-02T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T07:26:26.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJzJe8VW3ys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IJzJe8VW3ys&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you&lt;br /&gt;For the last time&lt;br /&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;br /&gt;But you broke me&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't feel anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I love you,&lt;br /&gt;It's so untrue&lt;br /&gt;I can't even convince myself&lt;br /&gt;When I'm speaking,&lt;br /&gt;It's the voice of someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it tears me up&lt;br /&gt;I try to hold on, but it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't play on broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you something that ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the truth hurts&lt;br /&gt;And lies worse&lt;br /&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;br /&gt;When I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what are we doing&lt;br /&gt;We are turning into dust&lt;br /&gt;Playing house in the ruins of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running back through the fire&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to save&lt;br /&gt;It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it tears me up&lt;br /&gt;I try to hold on, but it hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't play on broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell something that ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the truth hurts,&lt;br /&gt;And lies worse&lt;br /&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;br /&gt;When I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we're running through the fire&lt;br /&gt;When there's nothing left to save&lt;br /&gt;It's like chasing the very last train&lt;br /&gt;When we both know it's too late (too late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't play on broken strings&lt;br /&gt;You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell you something that ain't real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well truth hurts,&lt;br /&gt;And lies worse&lt;br /&gt;How can I give anymore&lt;br /&gt;When I love you a little less than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you for the last time&lt;br /&gt;It's the last chance to feel again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5850808033894804529?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5850808033894804529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5850808033894804529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5850808033894804529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5850808033894804529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2009/01/lyrics-let-me-hold-you-for-last-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-808648727028852260</id><published>2008-12-31T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T07:48:38.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its exactly 19 minutes before the new year comes.&lt;br /&gt;*screw the time on my blog above*&lt;br /&gt;I just want to wish everyone reading this a Happy New Year 2009.&lt;br /&gt;There were ups and downs for me this year.&lt;br /&gt;Great time spent with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;Bad times with some people and situations.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, 2008 was not a bad year for me although I just had my worst day of my 2008 year yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am and still is disappointed with myself though. But then I received this message from a dear friend of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Not more than 24 hours to go 2009..Hurry up.. Don't let yourself have any chances to feel eternal regret to people around you... How long didn't you tell your friends how much you care for them? How long you didn't tell your friends you miss them and love them? What are the things you have miss up with this year? Please, Do it now..&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was a chain message but it really did strike my attention. (I usually delete those forwarded messages. No offence to anyone who sent to me those kind of messages, I appreciate them.)I should really stop letting myself down. What's done has past. Move on towards a better beginning, a better year with new challenges and expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to wish all my friends that have been there for me for the year 2008. The ones that have helped me gone through my not-so-better- days. Thanks for everything you guys have given for me. Love, Care and Happiness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have let me down or anything. Screw you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, a very Happy New Year 2009 to you all. May you all prosper and live a happy life. Screw those bad times you have gone through and start looking forward for a new year. Cheers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I'll leave you guys with a happy toe picture. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVuSik44a6I/AAAAAAAAANU/ifjAJUy005o/s1600-h/Happy_Toe_by_Grodden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVuSik44a6I/AAAAAAAAANU/ifjAJUy005o/s400/Happy_Toe_by_Grodden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285979710364871586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-808648727028852260?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/808648727028852260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=808648727028852260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/808648727028852260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/808648727028852260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-exactly-19-minutes-before-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVuSik44a6I/AAAAAAAAANU/ifjAJUy005o/s72-c/Happy_Toe_by_Grodden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-963306413783757144</id><published>2008-12-30T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T06:42:33.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVoxqJiZeEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WJFz7NpvpUc/s1600-h/best_friends_by_Bethany____Joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVoxqJiZeEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WJFz7NpvpUc/s400/best_friends_by_Bethany____Joy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285591712857159746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed in myself.&lt;br /&gt;I officially ruined my PMR !&lt;br /&gt;I'm overflowing with tears while writing this entry.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's no use crying over spilt milk right now.&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't stop it from flowing.&lt;br /&gt;My babes have helped me go trough today.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of &lt;s&gt;ups&lt;/s&gt; and  mostly downs today.&lt;br /&gt;And I owe them a lot especially Esther, Ching Mei and Ying Ching le.&lt;br /&gt;I really need a big hug from them and I got them at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She really taught me a lot today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It's your feelings and thoughts that you're able to control. And since you still gotta move on in your life,so just be happy and not being upset.You're able to choose between happiness or sorrows&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke, She listened. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit happy now though. I am grateful I have friends that comforts me when I am down. Friends that lends a listening ear whenever I wanted to speak out. Friends that gives out a helping when when you are in need. Just a person to talk to, sharing problems and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVoxrVjl0EI/AAAAAAAAANM/7tFX76dAK40/s1600-h/Friends_forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVoxrVjl0EI/AAAAAAAAANM/7tFX76dAK40/s400/Friends_forever.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285591733263257666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I&lt;3 you guys so much and thanks a lot for today.&lt;br /&gt;I really needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We're back laughing our heads off and quarreling(in a good way) again. I just love seeing those two argue their heads off, teasing here and there. Off to chat with them now. Ciao~&lt;br /&gt;Remember, &lt;b&gt;friends&lt;/b&gt; truly are &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;forever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVoxq00NYDI/AAAAAAAAANE/4_wfMkcybiM/s1600-h/Best_friends_by_missyouxterribly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVoxq00NYDI/AAAAAAAAANE/4_wfMkcybiM/s400/Best_friends_by_missyouxterribly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285591724474589234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-963306413783757144?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/963306413783757144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=963306413783757144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/963306413783757144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/963306413783757144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-disappointed-in-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVoxqJiZeEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/WJFz7NpvpUc/s72-c/best_friends_by_Bethany____Joy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5703472872925749730</id><published>2008-12-29T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:11:48.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;There's only so many songs that I can sing to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm running out of things to do to get you off my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVnXpA8M72I/AAAAAAAAAM0/V1UpEJ24Gzw/s1600-h/i_wanna_cry_by_xxholicx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVnXpA8M72I/AAAAAAAAAM0/V1UpEJ24Gzw/s400/i_wanna_cry_by_xxholicx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285492737323102050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, Im such a disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;And Im sorry for that.&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed in myself most of all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm regretting everything right now.&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will try my best for the years to come.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, you won't disappoint me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ps:Thanks to my babes and friends.&lt;br /&gt;You guys are great.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being there for me when I need you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Much love to all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5703472872925749730?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5703472872925749730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5703472872925749730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5703472872925749730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5703472872925749730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/theres-only-so-many-songs-that-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVnXpA8M72I/AAAAAAAAAM0/V1UpEJ24Gzw/s72-c/i_wanna_cry_by_xxholicx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5542103784309530130</id><published>2008-12-29T05:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T06:16:12.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>She slept in front of a comp in the middle of a conversation !&lt;br /&gt;Can you even imagine?&lt;br /&gt;Haha~&lt;br /&gt;It made me laughed for the very first time today.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;esther~ esther~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J a s m i n e ❤ YOU says:&lt;br /&gt;esther~&lt;br /&gt;J a s m i n e ❤ YOU says:&lt;br /&gt;esther~&lt;br /&gt;J a s m i n e ❤ YOU says:&lt;br /&gt;esther~&lt;br /&gt;J a s m i n e ❤ YOU says:&lt;br /&gt;esther~&lt;br /&gt;J a s m i n e ❤ YOU says:&lt;br /&gt;hhahahahah~&lt;br /&gt;J a s m i n e ❤ YOU says:&lt;br /&gt;wo sott liao&lt;br /&gt;||▍﹏cHiNG''z╬◥ says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=///&lt;br /&gt;[c=#98E0BC][b][s]   E  S  T  H  E  R [/s][/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry&lt;br /&gt;[c=#98E0BC][b][s]   E  S  T  H  E  R [/s][/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;feel asleep in front of the com&lt;br /&gt;[c=#98E0BC][b][s]   E  S  T  H  E  R [/s][/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;*fell&lt;br /&gt;||▍﹏cHiNG''z╬◥ says:&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;[c=#98E0BC][b][s]   E  S  T  H  E  R [/s][/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;brb..i wanna take a nap for a while.&lt;br /&gt;[c=#98E0BC][b][s]   E  S  T  H  E  R [/s][/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;really tired&lt;br /&gt;J a s m i n e ❤ YOU says:&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;J a s m i n e ❤ YOU says:&lt;br /&gt;seriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5542103784309530130?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5542103784309530130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5542103784309530130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5542103784309530130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5542103784309530130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/she-slept-in-front-of-comp-in-middle-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-343868523305401446</id><published>2008-12-29T03:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T04:10:12.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gahh, results coming out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;What to do, what to do, if I fail?&lt;br /&gt;I'm a nervous wreck right now.&lt;br /&gt;I better go browse some skins now.&lt;br /&gt;See ya guys.&lt;br /&gt;I wish all PMR candidates a very good luck with your results tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Don't hesitate to improve.&lt;br /&gt;You're exceptional. The way you are. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVi98LpCa1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/yYvmg33oKGk/s1600-h/Be_my_surprise__by_cocosette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVi98LpCa1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/yYvmg33oKGk/s400/Be_my_surprise__by_cocosette.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285183004333992786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my surprise. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: oh, Im confirmed going for breakfast with my girlfriends tomorrow. Meet me there if you like to. Im not telling where. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: results, oh, results.. please don't fail me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-343868523305401446?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/343868523305401446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=343868523305401446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/343868523305401446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/343868523305401446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/gahh-results-coming-out-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVi98LpCa1I/AAAAAAAAAMs/yYvmg33oKGk/s72-c/Be_my_surprise__by_cocosette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-3415600717136373662</id><published>2008-12-28T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T03:20:30.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been changing my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of ups and downs, rain and sunshine, sweat and tears during the changing process.&lt;br /&gt;I think I've tried up to 17 skins and I am still not satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;I have been changing it since two days ago and am still not happy with the skin now.&lt;br /&gt;Blah!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am gonna look for more nice skins again tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;Its almost midnight now and I have to stop staring into the lappy now.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go tuck myself in bed right now.&lt;br /&gt;Toodles~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave with you guys a nice picture, or two, I found on the web.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVed3AW89mI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tWCPRS4OCmA/s1600-h/6ba55ad6c8ce360b3e471311b7325742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVed3AW89mI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tWCPRS4OCmA/s400/6ba55ad6c8ce360b3e471311b7325742.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284866256057202274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I likey the sunshine and the cowboy hat ! HAWT~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVeeu5nSJFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Zd_g3x7mIb4/s1600-h/playground_love__by_indiae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVeeu5nSJFI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Zd_g3x7mIb4/s400/playground_love__by_indiae.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284867216319325266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I likey this pic as well. Love her messy smudgy paint on her hands. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-3415600717136373662?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3415600717136373662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=3415600717136373662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3415600717136373662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3415600717136373662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-changing-my-blogskin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVed3AW89mI/AAAAAAAAAMc/tWCPRS4OCmA/s72-c/6ba55ad6c8ce360b3e471311b7325742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-91082764226519057</id><published>2008-12-26T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T07:54:23.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVT-GqUM7pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Xi8KptRFjdI/s1600-h/Kindergartener_by_ivuliena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVT-GqUM7pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Xi8KptRFjdI/s400/Kindergartener_by_ivuliena.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284127653204127378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, have you ever thought back during the time when you're still small?&lt;br /&gt;I had a chat with Athirah just a moment ago.&lt;br /&gt;She told me that she moved and found something interesting that made her laugh till her stomach hurts while cleaning up her stuff for packing the other day, a letter.&lt;br /&gt;It was a letter I wrote to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait. Athirah is a dear friend of mine since kindergarten. We've known each other for 11 years. Yes, we went to the same kindergarten and primary school as well. We went our separate ways when we turned 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wrote a letter to her and Fera. (Yes, another friend of mine. We met in primay school). We three were best buds. So, yea.. Athirah told me she found the letter and that the contents were like rules to follow, not to have special relationships with any boys during our friendship and that we have to tell each other who we like and stuff like that. Gosh, I was lmao-ing while Athirah told me that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not even remember writing a letter to both of them about that. She even told me that I require them to tick the boxes if they agree with the rules I wrote in the letter. LOL, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted and chatted. We asked each other if we were even in contact with some of our primary school friends. She then asked me if I remembered when the three of us fought and did not even talk to each other for the whole day. *We were kids. And kids get mad sometimes, ok?* She told me that one time, I wasn't talking to both of them and she wrote me a letter asking me why we are fighting. I returned her letter saying it was nothing and was asking for her forgiveness or something. She did forgive me though. (I wonder why we wrote letters instead of speaking because she sat a few seats just right in front of me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we recalled some funny times when we're still in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, good times. Good times. Thinking back, all those fights and stuff were oh-so childish. And then after a day or even minutes, we're back to being great friends and played together again. Unlike now, some just do not even talk after fighting over such little stuff. (I'm not mentioning anyone of my friends but ain't it true?) They just quarre over some little stuff and never talked to each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships should not be like that. We should learn to forgive and forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: We should really go out for once. The three of us. Athirah, you should bring the letter you found and show it to us. I bet we'll laugh till we cry. Reminiscence.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-91082764226519057?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/91082764226519057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=91082764226519057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/91082764226519057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/91082764226519057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/gosh-have-you-ever-thought-back-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVT-GqUM7pI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Xi8KptRFjdI/s72-c/Kindergartener_by_ivuliena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-4662326140498793339</id><published>2008-12-23T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T08:21:16.214-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVEPnvMIcaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vflPUZkH7ss/s1600-h/x%60mas(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVEPnvMIcaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vflPUZkH7ss/s400/x%60mas(1).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283021013238968738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- M e r r y    C h r i s t m a s   E v e ! -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-4662326140498793339?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4662326140498793339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=4662326140498793339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4662326140498793339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4662326140498793339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/m-e-r-r-y-c-h-r-i-s-t-m-s-e-v-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVEPnvMIcaI/AAAAAAAAAMM/vflPUZkH7ss/s72-c/x%60mas(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-6171018001449650045</id><published>2008-12-23T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T04:25:18.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVDXSVRMgMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PhgNzFqx8CA/s1600-h/Sweet_Christmas_by_mnoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 111px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVDXSVRMgMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PhgNzFqx8CA/s400/Sweet_Christmas_by_mnoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282959072852476098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVDXSd9oUII/AAAAAAAAAL0/kIjmPjAkBFo/s1600-h/Merry_Christmas_by_lilhyperbabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVDXSd9oUII/AAAAAAAAAL0/kIjmPjAkBFo/s400/Merry_Christmas_by_lilhyperbabe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282959075186331778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very merry little christmas to you all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chirstmas will arrive in two more days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be good or else Santa won't be giving out presents for you. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVDYH8R8moI/AAAAAAAAAME/7r0TtQHSnYI/s1600-h/on_the_snow_by_Chirey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVDYH8R8moI/AAAAAAAAAME/7r0TtQHSnYI/s400/on_the_snow_by_Chirey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282959993857677954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I'll make snow hearts for you in this wide bed of snow. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-6171018001449650045?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6171018001449650045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=6171018001449650045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6171018001449650045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6171018001449650045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-merry-little-christmas-to-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SVDXSVRMgMI/AAAAAAAAAL8/PhgNzFqx8CA/s72-c/Sweet_Christmas_by_mnoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-8591790621726448373</id><published>2008-12-21T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:30:31.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from Sebauh yesterday. Arrived home at five something. Bro said we were invited for a barbecue dinner at our babysitter's house. Bro, sis and I went. It was also my so-called aunt's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before arriving, we went to buy some drinks for them. Stopped by GK to buy Revive 7up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunited once again after our last gathering during CNY early this year. The boys have grown so much during the 10 months. Auntie Connie was back from KL as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbecued and talked till it was the time to sing "Happy Birthday" for auntie. Uncle went out and bought another cake from Hot Cross Bun. Both cakes were yummylicious. Hah Hah! Then we ate ice-cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three boys bought two fighting fish each. I'll let you do the maths. So, they were hunting for mosquitoes to feed the fishies. Auntie Connie captured one and wanted massages from the boys for trade. They lelong-ed but no one won. Lol. They lelong-ed until 4000 massages but in the end no one wanted to massage auntie Connie. I pitied Auntie Connie and offered some massages for her. She agreed. Haha. Bro and I got the skills of massaging from small cause our grandma used to have backaches and always wanted us to massage her back. It was fun and the boys saw us massaging auntie and wanted to help as well. I passed down my skills to them. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altogether, it was great fun last night. Hope we can have those dinner gatherings again soon. And, oh ya, happy "so ngi" day to those celebrating! So ngi is tang yuen in hokkien for those who does not understand what the hell I am talking about. Well, Im off to eat mine downstairs now. Toodles~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-8591790621726448373?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8591790621726448373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=8591790621726448373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8591790621726448373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8591790621726448373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-came-back-from-sebauh-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281523524278478706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our time is up,&lt;br /&gt;When our lives are done,&lt;br /&gt;Will we say we've had our fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will we make a mark,&lt;br /&gt;This time.&lt;br /&gt;Will we always say we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on the rooftops,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody scream your heart out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I did  :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-341021028531963717?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/341021028531963717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=341021028531963717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/341021028531963717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/341021028531963717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-our-time-is-up-when-our-lives-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SUu9qaF853I/AAAAAAAAALs/v6dfYXTlPvE/s72-c/SCREAM_by_Yumi_K.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-1952727690235004413</id><published>2008-12-18T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T04:04:47.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CIquXWij1Y8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CIquXWij1Y8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;在我最後一次 閉上眼睛之前&lt;br /&gt;我想對你說 我愛你&lt;br /&gt;在你懷裡 捨不得放棄&lt;br /&gt;心理有千萬語 還沒有說給你聽&lt;br /&gt;我使勁全力 不想閉上眼睛&lt;br /&gt;這次告別就不能 再相遇&lt;br /&gt;不能再陪你 但不要忘記&lt;br /&gt;你曾經答應我 你會好好活下去&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先走了 去了好遠的地方&lt;br /&gt;不能再陪你看日出 等不到天亮&lt;br /&gt;所有回憶 抹去卻並不容易&lt;br /&gt;生死由天決定 不要太傷心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我永遠愛你...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zai wo jui hou yi chi, bi shang yan jing zhi qian&lt;br /&gt;wo xiang dui ni shuo wo ai ni&lt;br /&gt;zai ni huai li she bu de fang qi&lt;br /&gt;xin li you qian wan yu hai mei shuo gei ni ting&lt;br /&gt;wo si jing quan li bu xiang bi shang yan jing&lt;br /&gt;zhe ci gao bie jiu bu nen zai xiang yu&lt;br /&gt;bu nen zai pei ni dan bu yao wang ji&lt;br /&gt;ni chen jing da ying wo ni hui hao hao huo xia qu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xian zhou le qu le hao yan de di fang&lt;br /&gt;bu nen zai pei ni kan ri chu den bu dao tian liang&lt;br /&gt;suo you hui yi mo qu que bing bu rong yi&lt;br /&gt;sheng si you tian jue ding bu yao tai shang xin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo yong yuan ai ni...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-1952727690235004413?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1952727690235004413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=1952727690235004413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1952727690235004413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1952727690235004413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine 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border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280388310794637042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 my Bitches`&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, bitches. I love them. They're MY bitches. They're good friends and are quite a pain in the arse sometimes especially the cute one. *you know who you are* They're  good homosapiens to spend your time with especially in malls. I know you guys are waiting for me to come back... I can smell your "missing jasmine-ness" from Sebauh here. Hah Hah! Don't worry, I guess I will be back before Friday to make it to our Parkson outing okay??.. I know you guys miss me ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I was chatting with Esther and I got he news that Esther's yahoo got hacked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Shit ass guy.. Stop fooling around with all your bitch ass lies and uploading fake hacking techniques in Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b][c=#8080C0][s] E S T H E R [/s][/c][/b]- heyy,have you tried the hacking                                                                               friendster thing already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J a s m i n e ❤ YOU- yeap,haha, why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b][c=#8080C0][s] E S T H E R [/s][/c][/b]- did it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J a s m i n e ❤ YOU- u tried edi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b][c=#8080C0][s] E S T H E R [/s][/c][/b]- yes,and in return,im the one who kena hacked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J a s m i n e ❤ YOU- U kena hacked??? ha?? I thought u don have fs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b][c=#8080C0][s] E S T H E R [/s][/c][/b]-i use my yahoo mail to hack ma..  cause that's what the person who uploaded in youtube said..&lt;br /&gt;so it means that my yahoo mail now kena hacked liaw.. so i terminated that acc liaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J a s m i n e ❤ YOU- seriuously???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b][c=#8080C0][s] E S T H E R [/s][/c][/b]-yeahh.but luckily that acc is i faked out de lahh... i use other names... hahahha.. btw,how do you hacked ppl's private profiles and pics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**J a s m i n e ❤ YOU told [b][c=#8080C0][s] E S T H E R [/s][/c][/b] but ain't spilling the secret to all of ya'll. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Forever, Together, Whatever, I &lt;3 my Bitches !  Love me or hate me, I'ts atill an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SUe5NuSgWSI/AAAAAAAAALk/uA5YRH6tQuE/s1600-h/something_is_missing_by_Larchick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SUe5NuSgWSI/AAAAAAAAALk/uA5YRH6tQuE/s400/something_is_missing_by_Larchick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280392733530282274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* She's starving herself again. Im here if You need me. Just don't harm your health,Babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-7687812215152630550?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7687812215152630550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=7687812215152630550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/7687812215152630550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/7687812215152630550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-3-my-bitches-yes-bitches.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SUe1MSUKDvI/AAAAAAAAALc/z34yhaSdb3Y/s72-c/n530363293_1632755_5539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5930320956281948240</id><published>2008-12-11T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T04:10:00.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. What’s your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;# i wanna be one of those guys ... i mean girls in CSI.. i know,.. erm.. it's called forensic scientist. i wanna be the one who cuts open the bodies and poke every single organ that i can see.. :P nahh, i would like to help the dead in knowing who killed them and have justice for them.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who is more important to you? Friends or boy/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;# It depends...... but i put GOD and family my first and upmost priority. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How often do you think of committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;# Once? when i was damn pissed off with someone.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;# yes,yes,yes,yes,yes... anything... bring it on!. lalala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;# hrmm... babies eh?... i want one of every sex which is..... two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?&lt;br /&gt;# Of course but I'll definitely keep on the look out for the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. :D     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;# To count the amount of Celcom thingy on the gigantic xmas tree in front of Boulevard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you believe in eternity love?&lt;br /&gt;# Yeah, if only you live till eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's a perfect girlfriend/boyfriend like to u? (List 10)&lt;br /&gt;# the perfect boyfriend is like someone who is there when I am sad, a shoulder to lean on, an ear to listen to all the problems I have gone through that particular day, who is loving and caring to me and everyone beside him, to be right next to me if I am facing any problems at all, the one who hangs out with me to go to the malls and does not complain while Im shopping :D, to be the perfect best friend. &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are you really afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;# does lonliness count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What are your bad habits?&lt;br /&gt;# my bad tempered-ness? i don't know, you tell me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is there anything you wanna tell the people who hate you?&lt;br /&gt;# hate me, that's YOUR problem. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. State a random fact about yourself&lt;br /&gt;# im turning 16 on August next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What does flying means to you?&lt;br /&gt;# aeroplanes. weeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you crave for the most currently?&lt;br /&gt;# Nothing. I just ate. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Most unexpected gift you received so far and when?&lt;br /&gt;# GUMMY BEARS from Esther while going for some exercise at KRP. :D I LOVE HER~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe the person who tagged you in 7 words.&lt;br /&gt;# tall&lt;br /&gt;# sweet&lt;br /&gt;# taiwanese/singaporean drama addict :D&lt;br /&gt;# MY RIVAL ( she gets it)&lt;br /&gt;# her name starts with a letter "v"&lt;br /&gt;# JOE CHENG addict&lt;br /&gt;# my lovely senior in primary school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Are you addicted to something?&lt;br /&gt;# "V" WROTE THIS-----------&gt; oooh, im addicted to someONE, not something. and that someone is *drum roll* of course Joe ^^&lt;br /&gt; "J" WROTE THIS------------&gt; YES YES YES! JOE CHENG! and "v" is stealing him from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What movie did you recently watched?&lt;br /&gt;#  20 minutes of Quarantine but the sound system sucked. So, I had the tickets refunded~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;# I am Jasmine Alyssa and you can call me Jas. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instructions:&lt;br /&gt;Remove one question from above and add in your personal question.&lt;br /&gt;Make a total of 20 questions and tag 8 people.&lt;br /&gt;List them out at the end of the post. Notify them in their cbox that they've been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kenaidy&lt;br /&gt;2. Daryl&lt;br /&gt;3. Alyssa&lt;br /&gt;4. JacJac&lt;br /&gt;5. Jessie huong&lt;br /&gt;6. Michelle&lt;br /&gt;7. Melanie Yong&lt;br /&gt;8. Nelson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5930320956281948240?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5930320956281948240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5930320956281948240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5930320956281948240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5930320956281948240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-2184710701657260659</id><published>2008-11-28T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T05:04:12.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SS_r7P1yrLI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZJCsx17EgKk/s1600-h/I__m_Sorry_by_no_oxygen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SS_r7P1yrLI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZJCsx17EgKk/s400/I__m_Sorry_by_no_oxygen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273693091771100338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I 'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;  You just don't understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-2184710701657260659?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2184710701657260659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=2184710701657260659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2184710701657260659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2184710701657260659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-m-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SS_r7P1yrLI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZJCsx17EgKk/s72-c/I__m_Sorry_by_no_oxygen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-3872156263601125750</id><published>2008-11-27T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T07:27:49.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rule 1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 2 Tag 5 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continuing this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;If I do, would I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Would you fall in love with a girl younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;I won't fall for a girl, at all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you enjoy going to college?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I get out of college, I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;I will give 50 million to charity. (I know I am an ANGEL!) And the rest, I will pay  people to create a special room to place all of the money in the room and make "money-angels" on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;If she is a Gisele Bunchan look-alike, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. List 5 recently watched movies.&lt;br /&gt;Quantum of solace, HSM3, Enchanted, Daddy Day Camp, The initiation of Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;I will do what any other normal girls would do. Bawl myself out until I look like shit and go for a makeover and forget that arsehole. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. List 5 favourite TV shows&lt;br /&gt;Oprah Show, Ellen, Sweet for my sweets, Jamie at home, Nigella's show. (Can't a girl indulge herself in foos she won't ever eat, ever?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you have any regrets?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?&lt;br /&gt;A student studying in college, with a loving partner by her side :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Who is the most important person to you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about person but my family members are my treasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person do you think the person that tagged you is?&lt;br /&gt;Daryl Ian Raja? Hurmm... He;s a sarcestic wannabe but cannotbe. Nah, he's a darn sarcastic dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;The second one. Money aint everything, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is your favourite color?'&lt;br /&gt;Im a purple freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;I will if my other part gives his all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, which one would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;I will choose the one who loves me more than the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What are the top 5 places on your "to-go" list?&lt;br /&gt;Paris, Spain, Hollywood, Europe, my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name 3 things you would like to do but would never be able to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i)Take my PMR results and memorize every single answer in the exam and turn back time to sit for it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) Watch Daryl cutting Earth in two and eating cookies in his home on the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii)Make money-angels with the billion dollars I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. 5 people I have tagged.&lt;br /&gt;-Mildred Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;-EeXin&lt;br /&gt;-Kenny Sia :P&lt;br /&gt;-Alyssa Maiyor&lt;br /&gt;-Michelle Gan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-3872156263601125750?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3872156263601125750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=3872156263601125750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3872156263601125750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3872156263601125750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/rule-1-people-who-have-been-tagged-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-1009844174516280267</id><published>2008-11-27T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T06:31:14.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SS6vHg11R3I/AAAAAAAAALM/mEgaIDTydkc/s1600-h/what_are_friends_for__by_KCELphotography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SS6vHg11R3I/AAAAAAAAALM/mEgaIDTydkc/s400/what_are_friends_for__by_KCELphotography.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273344757307098994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time does not wait for anyone. I guess that saying is kind of true. It does not wait for anyone, at all. Not even Donald trump, Oprah or even you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got the news that he will be moving. Well, few days ago actually. It's kinda sad though, cause we got closer this year and he will be moving end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely miss this friend of mine. I will definitely miss his annoyance as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please, cherish the time you have with your friends now. I will, would you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-1009844174516280267?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1009844174516280267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=1009844174516280267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1009844174516280267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1009844174516280267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-does-not-wait-for-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SS6vHg11R3I/AAAAAAAAALM/mEgaIDTydkc/s72-c/what_are_friends_for__by_KCELphotography.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5675635075312900298</id><published>2008-11-25T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T08:30:58.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. I can't believe its 00.15 in the morning and I am still blogging and not sleeping  in my bed. What to do, what to do? Mum just arrived home from KL because I hear the engine running outside the house right now. Dad went to pick her up. They are back now. Bro and sis are still watching the teevee downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, did I mention zee big sis is coming back this Friday? And you know what that means...... GOSSIP GIRL, HEROES, HERE I COME!&lt;br /&gt;She dowmloaded loads of movies and dramas from campus for us. I can't wait to grab hold of her laptop and stick my face to it. Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mum promised lil sis and I to go for manicure and pedicure when big sis comes back. We are going to her friend's house, Ah Shien's. I like her drawing style better than *ahem*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is outside my room. He is screaming at me to sleep now. I better go now and have my beauty sleep right this instant.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOODLES~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5675635075312900298?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5675635075312900298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5675635075312900298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5675635075312900298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5675635075312900298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-3190794565752330031</id><published>2008-11-24T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T05:47:34.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSqwFYhtEYI/AAAAAAAAALE/qQI6yYMmdOY/s1600-h/Friends_forever__by_lans_bejbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 117px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSqwFYhtEYI/AAAAAAAAALE/qQI6yYMmdOY/s400/Friends_forever__by_lans_bejbe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272219920320237954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just browsing through Facebook and BAM!..&lt;br /&gt;I saw Bridget who had been tagged in some photos. Gawd,I miss her terribly..&lt;br /&gt;FYI, Bridget was my friend since primary school. Primary 2 if Im not mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;She migrated to New Zealand 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;Well,back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;So, I browsed the pictures..&lt;br /&gt;She straightened her hair and has not changed much too.&lt;br /&gt;Still the same old Bridget I knew.&lt;br /&gt;Its just that she's at the other side of the world.&lt;br /&gt;I had not contacted her except some chats on MSN.&lt;br /&gt;Bridget, if you're reading this... IMISSYOU!, and send my best regards to your family in NZ..&lt;br /&gt;Sobs.. When are you coming back?&lt;br /&gt;You better call me when you're back in MIRI kay, girl?&lt;br /&gt;Im glad you made some good friends there as well.&lt;br /&gt;And I passed your house here a few times today.&lt;br /&gt;Its still in good shape &lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch girl.&lt;br /&gt;We all miss you back home.&lt;br /&gt;Remember that :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-3190794565752330031?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3190794565752330031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=3190794565752330031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3190794565752330031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3190794565752330031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-just-browsing-through-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSqwFYhtEYI/AAAAAAAAALE/qQI6yYMmdOY/s72-c/Friends_forever__by_lans_bejbe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-8273433684344252282</id><published>2008-11-19T05:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T08:02:19.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew...&lt;br /&gt;Finally Basil sent me some pictures from the trip.. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot Basil.. :]&lt;br /&gt;Let's just give room to some of the pictures I'm about to upload..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQhoU252KI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eRFzfdDyW4I/s1600-h/DSC08415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQhoU252KI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eRFzfdDyW4I/s400/DSC08415.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270374440607799458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`My girls and I on the swing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQhn1GIODI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LriaXDgDXDM/s1600-h/DSC08378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQhn1GIODI/AAAAAAAAAKU/LriaXDgDXDM/s400/DSC08378.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270374432081721394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Us with Basil at the student lounge in Inti College. Nice place :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQgu7YJ1NI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zs2h2rr7vw8/s1600-h/DSC08150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQgu7YJ1NI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zs2h2rr7vw8/s400/DSC08150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270373454515393746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Nadine, me, Jia Er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQgukU95tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hZHCGbWEZQw/s1600-h/DSC08151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQgukU95tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/hZHCGbWEZQw/s400/DSC08151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270373448328013522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Nadine, me, Jia Er, Cindy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQguH7wbYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xxK4Ulaj1OY/s1600-h/DSC08147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQguH7wbYI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xxK4Ulaj1OY/s400/DSC08147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270373440706080130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Me, Basil, Nadine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQguIvVoCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kAWcQu-bzCw/s1600-h/DSC08143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQguIvVoCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/kAWcQu-bzCw/s400/DSC08143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270373440922427426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Ching Mei, Me, Cindy, Jia Er, Ying Ching during a stop for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQd3LuEw5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/x8rhLYLMK-A/s1600-h/DSC08142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQd3LuEw5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/x8rhLYLMK-A/s400/DSC08142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270370297806373778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Pic 2 :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQd2gLwzdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/z79014oZSBA/s1600-h/DSC08145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQd2gLwzdI/AAAAAAAAAJc/z79014oZSBA/s400/DSC08145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270370286119734738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Pic 3 :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQd2R9at7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/IAFU6KtIOLg/s1600-h/DSC08002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQd2R9at7I/AAAAAAAAAJU/IAFU6KtIOLg/s400/DSC08002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270370282301470642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Cindy, Me, Ying Ching, Ching Mei at the Korean Restaurant at Sibu's Parkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQd2ZmFmPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vegQLx0Mvh8/s1600-h/DSC08000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQd2ZmFmPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/vegQLx0Mvh8/s400/DSC08000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270370284351101170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Cindy and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQd2MW5SGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/riJ9pq_oEa8/s1600-h/DSC07922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQd2MW5SGI/AAAAAAAAAJE/riJ9pq_oEa8/s400/DSC07922.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270370280797718626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Vico and I at SMK Sacred Heart Sibu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Some more pictures to come.. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-8273433684344252282?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8273433684344252282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=8273433684344252282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8273433684344252282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8273433684344252282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/phew.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSQhoU252KI/AAAAAAAAAKk/eRFzfdDyW4I/s72-c/DSC08415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5594880190625971604</id><published>2008-11-18T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T06:35:16.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSLR_mFBPxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eRl8B65lO1M/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSLQOSaKzII/AAAAAAAAAIE/VmR50X3m3-M/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270003457855245442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSLQOYEklBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mepky16i0QQ/s1600-h/DSC08001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSLQOYEklBI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mepky16i0QQ/s400/DSC08001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270003459375272978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSLQN6ufPJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ibtrjjUDukM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSLQN6ufPJI/AAAAAAAAAH0/ibtrjjUDukM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270003451498019986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just let the pictures speak for themselves.. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: I'll have to do more digging for pictures... Im sure I'll have some more pictures coming right up.. Your patience is most acknowledged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5594880190625971604?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5594880190625971604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5594880190625971604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5594880190625971604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5594880190625971604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/ill-just-let-pictures-speak-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SSLR_mFBPxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/eRl8B65lO1M/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-1609699179771963064</id><published>2008-11-15T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T06:41:11.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need pictures people, PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;Send me pictures with my face on it during the Kuching trip people!(whoever you are.. Pete, Basil, MUA GIRLS..:]) PRETTY PLEASE??..&lt;br /&gt;I need pictures..&lt;br /&gt;My blog is lacking pictures from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;SO, stay tuned guys.. Pictures coming right up. Ngee~ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-1609699179771963064?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1609699179771963064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=1609699179771963064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1609699179771963064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/1609699179771963064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-pictures-people-pictures-send-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-6001507319800780356</id><published>2008-11-10T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T22:01:52.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For those who thought Im dead, you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Im not dead yet.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Sorry for not updating my blog for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I have been away to Kuching for five days which is 3rd to 7th November. Ngee~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's start from last Monday. &lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5 something cause the bus leaves at 6.30.We started our journey at 7. 15. The bus was late, obviously.There were two of them. We arrived at Sibu at around 3 in the afternoon and straightaway continue our trip to SMK Sacred Heart. The school is HUGE I tell you. You might get lost. We were then ushered to their conference room and was given a few presentations by their students. It lasted for a few hours and we went back to our hotel, Hotel Bahagia, at 6.45. I was so tired and wanted to take a cold shower but no... We were checking in and Mr.Yuan wanted four person in a room but we only have three. We got separated and I ended up sharing a room with Miss.Huang. Its okay though as I ran to the bathroom as my bladder was so totally full. HEE~ I went to shower as well. Then, we were asked to meet dowstairs at the lobby at 8 because we are going to have our dinner and shopping at Parkson. We went there on foot. I followed Ying Ching, Ching Mei, Cindy, Jia Er and went to eat at a Korean Restaurant. I ate "Oyakudon". It was YUMMMY!&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went window shopping.We have to gether and meet up with the rest at 9.30. Nice stores to buy clothes though. I went back empty-headed. Then, when we arrived at the hotel, I went to their room to play cards till it was 10.30. I went back to my room and slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 5 something. Showered and got ready. Boarded the bus and continued our journey to Kuching. It lasted for a few hours and we finally arrived at Kuching which was about 2? I don't really keep track of the time. Then,we went to Inti College. It was nice. We played a few games before checking into our hostels. We have a barbeque that night and it was awesome. We performed and saw a few performances as well. W then went to the student lounge and played pool and took a few pictures. No trip is memorable without pictures. We camwhored a little before going back to out hostels. We were too bored so Esther followed us and played cards until we were tired and got some rest. Tuesday was FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 4 although we were asked to get ready at 7. We had to wake up early to rush to the shower. Hee~ Ying ching woke me up and we went to shower and we woke up the rest later. We were dead tired as we slept for about 3 hours only? Yea, that's it. Well, we had to wear our so called "trip's tee shirt" for that day. We went to KAMPUNG BUDAYA. It was nice as well. There are replica's of traditional ethnical houses. The weather is so dang freaking hot. I was sweating like a pig. Well, we later on continued to RTM Sarawak where we were invited to go into the studio. Some of us. I was lucky I got in. HAHA~ We got to see the process of dj's doin' their thang' in the studio. Lol. Three students were interviewed and was on live radio. It was red.fm. Anyone heard us? Haa~ We then went to the museum for some sejarah lessons. We were told that we were being tested on those Islam happenings for our Sejarah in Form 4. I did not hesitate to go round looking cause my feet are so tired, I could barely walk. But the thing is, when Mr. Yuan told us we were going to China town and India street, It miraculously got better and did not hurt anymore. The miracle of shopping! HAHAHA! We saw Mrs.Sim Chen Chen and met up with her. We all went to eat and shopped. We then walked to a place, Riverside if Im not mistake and went on a sampan. It costs me around RM1 for a trip to th other side and another trip back. It was my first time on a sampan. Lol. So much for Sarawakians. Lol. Then we went walked to Parkson and shopped! I was excited as there are air conditioner and I was hot. I mean hot as in sweating hot. Lol. Went back to Inti at 10, 11? Continued our usual card-playing and stupid laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up earlier, 3.45. Showered and got ready. It was 4.30 when I got ready. Wanted to rest for a few minutes and slept at Yiet Sien's bed. In case you did not know, I was sleeping on the floor the whole time at Inti College. :D Believe it or not, I slept for 1 hour and a half. I was too tired I guess. Well, it was better than playing cards at dawn. Lol. Esther and the rest napped as well. We were tired, very tired. Then we got on the bus and  went to the fish breeding area. Tiny little fishies are adorable. One of the workers showed us how to differentiate the fish sex by toughing its belly. If it is smooth, it's a female. If it is rough, it's a male. They even showed us the sperm. The man pressed its belly and white stuff came out. LOL. My first fish reproductive knowledge. After that, the bus drivers drove us to  Boulevard. We had our lunch at Rasa Mas. The food are yummy. Ching Mei's sister, Rong Wei, followed us for lunch. There were nice places like Sushi king, Kenny Rogers, Manhattan Fish Market but we ended up at Rasa Mas. Bought a big lollipop for my sis and some chocolate for the folks at home.  Then, we also visited Swinburne University. It was hecka big. Nice facilities. I might consider studying there. :D We then went to a place we've been talking about since the first day of the trip. GUESS?!....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHe Spring. :DD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I know some of you guys have been there but it was my first time to Kuching and Sibu so I was very excited. Went inside and the first thing I saw was Starbucks coffee. Darn, I want coffee. But I did not buy. Saving my money for clothes and shoes,etc. Lol. The place was BIG,HUGE, ENORMOUS, GIGANTIC, BESAR, SANGAT BESAR, ..shucks, I don't know anymore words.. :D&lt;br /&gt;We saw Big Apple there as well. I agree with Daryl. They should open one in MIRI. Went SHOPPING! The place was so huge you might get lost in it. There are lots of shops, branded ones. I stroll and stroll and shopped. I bought two Giordano tee's for RM70. It was on sale. I went shoe shopping as well. But I couldn't find those flats I wanted for ages!. It was so dang big but they do not have the flats I wanted. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;We then went downstairs to Big Apple and bought donuts to bring back home. We then went back to Inti. It was our last day in Kuching so we made it memorable and guess what we did. We played till midnight. We arived at the hostel around 8? Yea, 4 long hours of card playing, gossiping and gambling(blackjack but with twenty cents a round)!. WOOHOO!!.. Lol, Im lame, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up earlier-er.. haha~. 3.30 I guess. Packed everything and boarded our bus. We stopped and went for breakfast at some stall. They sure make money for wherever we stopped, we sure take out money and buy stuffs, although it's just plain toilets. 20       cents is considered as money ok?..  We then started our way back to Miri. All in all,it was 16 hours of butt-cramping ride. Darn, it was so long eh? We arrived in Miri at 10.30. Sharon and I was the last ones to go back. The principle was kind enough to wait for us to go home. He was already waiting there when we arrived.. Oh, how nice... :D.. Arrived home at 11.30. Waited for a freaking hour for my parents to pick me up. I envy the other students.. Their ride were already lining outside the school to send them back home and I have to wait for an hour for mine.. :( Sad, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I got back home safe and sound. The trip was oh so awesome. I would like to go there for another time.. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: There are pictures, don't worry. I'll upload them on the next post.I need to take them from some of my friends.. So, till then... :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-6001507319800780356?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6001507319800780356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=6001507319800780356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6001507319800780356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6001507319800780356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-those-who-thought-im-dead-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-4784060219441541520</id><published>2008-10-29T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T07:34:32.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;笑一個吧  :-P&lt;br /&gt;SMILE, for today, tomorrow and the days to go.&lt;br /&gt;You know that a smile brightens up a person's life, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;So, kindly smile to everyone, and I mean everyone, whenever you get the chance to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am trying so hard to fake a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I am not really myself today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do not know why this is freaking happening to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What did I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why are there always trouble piling up and knocking on my door for me each and every day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do not want anything to do with you anymore. Nothing concerning you and the others around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you really wanna scold me, just fraking pick up the damn phone and call me and shout every ounce of crap out of you, OK?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't go pick up the phone and calling others and speak such hurtful words about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is nothing you can do if you call them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All you want is me, and just find me, for crying out loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do you have to create such a big fuss about this anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I absolutely love this song. Hee~ Thanks Pete for sending me this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbHFFpVfKgM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IbHFFpVfKgM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYRICS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;對這個世界如果你有太多的抱怨&lt;br /&gt;dui zhe ge shi jie ru guo ni you tai duo de bao yuan&lt;br /&gt;If you have too many grievances towards this world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;跌倒了就不敢繼續往前走&lt;br /&gt;die dao le jiu bu gan ji xu wang qian zou&lt;br /&gt;Having fallen, you lose the courage to go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為什麼人要這麼的脆弱 墮落&lt;br /&gt;wei shen me ren yao zhe me de cui ruo duo luo&lt;br /&gt;Why do people want to be so weak and fallen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;請你打開電視看看&lt;br /&gt;qing ni da kai dian shi kan kan&lt;br /&gt;Please turn on the television now and see for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;多少人為生命在努力勇敢的走下去&lt;br /&gt;duo shao ren wei sheng ming zai nu li yong gan de zou xia qu&lt;br /&gt;So many people bravely fighting for their lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我們是不是該知足&lt;br /&gt;wo men shi bu shi gai zhi zu&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't we be content,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;珍惜一切　就算沒有擁有&lt;br /&gt;zhen xi yi qie jiu suan mei you yong you&lt;br /&gt;Cherish all we have, even if we don't possess them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＊還記得你說家是唯一的城堡　&lt;br /&gt;hai ji de ni shuo jia shi wei yi de cheng bao&lt;br /&gt;I still remember you said home is your only castle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　隨著稻香河流繼續奔跑&lt;br /&gt;sui zhe dao xiang he liu ji xu ben pao&lt;br /&gt;Following the paddy fragrance, the flowing stream, I continued running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　微微笑　小時候的夢我知道&lt;br /&gt;wei wei xiao xiao shi hou de meng wo zhi dao&lt;br /&gt;Smile, I know the childhood dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　不要哭讓螢火蟲帶著你逃跑　&lt;br /&gt;bu yao ku rang ying huo chong dai zhe ni tao pao&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry, let the fireflies take you away, escaping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　鄉間的歌謠永遠的依靠&lt;br /&gt;xiang jian de ge yao yong yuan de yi kao&lt;br /&gt;You will always find serenity in folk songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　回家吧　回到最初的美好＊&lt;br /&gt;hui jia ba hui dao zui chu de mei hao&lt;br /&gt;Go home, return to the sweet past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要這麼容易就想放棄　就像我說的&lt;br /&gt;bu yao zhe me rong yi jiu xiang fang qi jiu xiang wo shuo de&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up so easily, just like what I said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;追不到的夢想　換個夢不就得了&lt;br /&gt;zhui bu dao de meng xiang huan ge meng bu jiu de liao&lt;br /&gt;If the dream can't be reached, then just follow another dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;為自己的人生鮮艷上色　&lt;br /&gt;wei zi ji de ren sheng xian yan shang se&lt;br /&gt;Add bright colours to your own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;先把愛塗上喜歡的顏色&lt;br /&gt;xian ba ai tu shang xi huan de yan se&lt;br /&gt;Paint LOVE in your favourite colour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;笑一個吧　功成名就不是目的&lt;br /&gt;xiao yi ge ba gong cheng ming jiu bu shi mu di&lt;br /&gt;Smile, fame and success isn't the aim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;讓自己快樂快樂這才叫做意義&lt;br /&gt;rang zi ji kuai le kuai le zhe cai jiao zuo yi yi&lt;br /&gt;Be happy. That is the whole meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@ 童年的紙飛機　現在終於飛回我手裡&lt;br /&gt;tong niang de zhi fei ji xian zai zhong yu fei hui wo shou li&lt;br /&gt;(Just like how) I finally found my lost childhood innocence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;＃所謂的那快樂　赤腳在田裡追蜻蜓追到累了&lt;br /&gt;suo wei de na kuai le chi jiao zai tian li zhui qing ting zhui dao lei le&lt;br /&gt;What is happiness? It's chasing dragonflies in the fields barefooted till we're exhausted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　偷摘水果被蜜蜂給叮到怕了　誰在偷笑呢&lt;br /&gt;tou zhai shui guo bei mi feng gei ding dao pa le shui zai tou xiao ne&lt;br /&gt;Tried to steal fruits but suffered so much beestungs until i am scared. Who's snickering (at me)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　我靠著稻草人吹著風唱著歌睡著了&lt;br /&gt;wo kao zhe dao cao ren chui zhe feng chang zhe ge shui zhao le&lt;br /&gt;Leaning against the scarecrow, enjoying the wind, singing songs till I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　哦　哦　午後吉他在蟲鳴中更清脆&lt;br /&gt;o o wu hou ji ta zai chong ming zhong geng qing cui&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ Oh~ In the afternoon, the guitar chords sound more crisp amidst the cries of the insects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　哦　哦　陽光灑在路上就不怕心碎&lt;br /&gt;o o yang guang sa zai lu shang jiu bu pa xin sui&lt;br /&gt;Oh~ Oh~ The sunlight shines on the road so there's no need to fear a heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;　珍惜一切　就算沒有擁有＃&lt;br /&gt;zhen xi yi qie jiu suan mei you yong you&lt;br /&gt;Cherish everything, even if we don't possess them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-4784060219441541520?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4784060219441541520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=4784060219441541520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4784060219441541520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4784060219441541520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/p-smile-for-today-tomorrow-and-days-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-8065584791821966994</id><published>2008-10-27T23:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:17:49.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, oh... you know what.. I saw the little cute red van "bomba" again today. Hee~ :D&lt;br /&gt;Ohkayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I would like to wish Happy belated 15th birthday to my two gals.&lt;br /&gt;1.JOEY SIM RUO YII&lt;br /&gt;2.EMILY TIANG ZHEN WEI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope both of you have had a wonderful birthday yesterday. :P ~ A year older, a year wiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, choir at school today was so exhausting. Seriously, I think I ran out of voice to sing on Friday. Haha. Our school is going to hold a MAC (Majlis Anugerah Cemerlang) for the Form 5's aka the graduates on that day. Time really do flies by fast. Darn it. Just imagine you are sitting for your PMR exam this year and Form 4 the next. After that, it's like freaking SPM again. I hate growing up so darn quick. Don't you? I hate to think that I have to find a freaking job and work my arse off after form 5 or to further my studies outside the borders of Miri (if Ihave the chance :-) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the fun part is that I going to have my driver's license, drive a car, ride around the whole Miri in my own car if I have to.*wink*  :D  Hee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? what to do? Growing up sucks. And I mean literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is running out of words to think and I have to continue watching Miss No Good. CHIAO~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-8065584791821966994?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8065584791821966994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=8065584791821966994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8065584791821966994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8065584791821966994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-9153070758822657488</id><published>2008-10-25T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T05:37:47.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SQMSbuNAuQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/A2_2AtlWjWI/s1600-h/Tears_by_ShotgunxSerenade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SQMSbuNAuQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/A2_2AtlWjWI/s400/Tears_by_ShotgunxSerenade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261069057167243522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will never forget this very day.&lt;br /&gt;I cried. I freaking hate you so much right now.&lt;br /&gt;How can he do this to me?&lt;br /&gt;My cheeks are still burning from what he did just now.&lt;br /&gt;The handprint will remain there, forever.&lt;br /&gt;All the things he had done to me, our family. Those flashbacks are coming back to me now.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget what you have done to us.&lt;br /&gt;Who would have ever thought he would do such a fucking thing.&lt;br /&gt;What have I done to deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;My tears are still flowing.&lt;br /&gt;Do not ever me hear you speak or talk to me ever again.&lt;br /&gt;What a shit ass day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn if you ever (and I mean ever) come in front of me, kneel and saying sorry to me or whatever shit you want to do to even let me forgive you.&lt;br /&gt;I won't move a single hair.&lt;br /&gt;You shut the fuck up and I'll shut mine.&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk to each other anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect a word from coming out of my mouth and talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;Mark my word, I wont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SQMSblzpknI/AAAAAAAAAHk/McgDw324Awg/s1600-h/Snowing_tears_by_alicedepalma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SQMSblzpknI/AAAAAAAAAHk/McgDw324Awg/s400/Snowing_tears_by_alicedepalma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261069054913385074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PS : All the things he had done to me, our family. Those flashbacks are coming back to me now.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget what you have done to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee, thanks for letting me realize how much I hate You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-9153070758822657488?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9153070758822657488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=9153070758822657488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/9153070758822657488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/9153070758822657488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-will-never-forget-this-very-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SQMSbuNAuQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/A2_2AtlWjWI/s72-c/Tears_by_ShotgunxSerenade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-6665952923827186518</id><published>2008-10-24T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T05:28:14.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woots.&lt;br /&gt;So freaking tired today. Went to school, as usual. We had to practice some songs, three to be exact, for the Kuching trip. I am very curious about this. Why should we be the ones to perform when we are their guests?Lol, funny world this has been. We will be singing Hand in hand, Negaraku and also the school song. Fun times, not. :P&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, went to Parkson this afternoon. Well, I was late. Sorry, girls. First thing is, my mum was oh-so late from picking me up from school. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE HOUR LATE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gee, so punctual eh? Mum had to send bro for the driving thingy. We had lunch at Ming's Cafe. Oh, oh... Did I mention I saw a cute little red van with the word "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOMBA&lt;/span&gt;" printed upside down?  How do you expect people to read the upside down words when only the driver and the passenger can read it through their car screen? LOL! It was hecka funny and so cuteee. I saw the exact same so-called bomba two days ago. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls have mentioned that all of us should be there before the birthday girl which is around one in the afternoon. I arrived at about 2.30. =.='' Sorry! But the girls were kind enough to wait for me. Hee~ Such great friends.  Well, after eating at pizza hut, went for movie. Cindy and Esther went home quite early. Well, the movie have not ended yet and their rides have arrived. They had to go back home. )': So, finished watching the movie and when window-shopping. Mum, dad and sis were at Parkson. Then, I went to meet them. Saw some cute bras. They were on SALE! But, I did not buy though. I wanted to buy shoes for the Kuching trip and I saw one nice ones. Guess how much? RM 145.90! So damn expensive lur. It looked so freaking nice though. Ish, dad won't let me buy. Darn it. So, I guess I will be going to Imperial tomorrow to buy. Hope I can find nice ones. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SQG-7Ur0wrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/swIZHJ5O4Ao/s1600-h/Birthday_by_glassaple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SQG-7Ur0wrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/swIZHJ5O4Ao/s400/Birthday_by_glassaple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260695766119531186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wishing Joyce Tang "HAPPY 15TH BIRTHDAY TOMORROW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Just imagine there were 15 candles instead of one. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-6665952923827186518?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6665952923827186518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=6665952923827186518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6665952923827186518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6665952923827186518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/woots.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SQG-7Ur0wrI/AAAAAAAAAHc/swIZHJ5O4Ao/s72-c/Birthday_by_glassaple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-6162853483489671344</id><published>2008-10-22T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T00:25:10.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SP7UxON_vhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/e5FftM1pqx8/s1600-h/Candles_by_drummer_chik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SP7UxON_vhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/e5FftM1pqx8/s400/Candles_by_drummer_chik.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259875356910796306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My blog turns &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two months old &lt;/span&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, time really do flies whenever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;you have fun. Seriously.. It is just like you're having fun a minute ago and it is time for you to leave the next. And I wonder why time struts so friggin slow whenever you have a bad day. Something is just, you know.. WRONG, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe my mind is just playing tricks on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Back to the topic. I did n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ot attend school today. I am currently, sick, as you can see. *SNEEZES AND COUGHS LOUDLY* BOOHOO, I hate being sick. I just wished someone might offer me some chicken noodle soup right this moment. I seriously need some "soup" in front of me right this second. Pity me then. oh, oh.. Did I mention I slept for 12 hours staight? Well, I DID!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I slept for 12 hours stra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ight! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Can't believe I slept so long eh? Me neither. Maybe Im just too tired, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SP7UxQvm9zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ob-H-4s553k/s1600-h/Tired_by_emily112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SP7UxQvm9zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ob-H-4s553k/s400/Tired_by_emily112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259875357588649778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't know what I should write any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;longer. Just a post to wish my blog a two month old b'day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-6162853483489671344?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6162853483489671344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=6162853483489671344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6162853483489671344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6162853483489671344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-blog-turns-two-months-old-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SP7UxON_vhI/AAAAAAAAAHM/e5FftM1pqx8/s72-c/Candles_by_drummer_chik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-8069347869039547792</id><published>2008-10-21T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T05:30:50.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SP3K_0zC2kI/AAAAAAAAAHE/05Qzw3i8L08/s1600-h/Sick__by_sofiaaifos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SP3K_0zC2kI/AAAAAAAAAHE/05Qzw3i8L08/s400/Sick__by_sofiaaifos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259583137691916866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I think I will be calling in sick tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. I can finally have two days off. *pointing at you guys who are going to school and laughs* :D I wont be attending school for two days.*jumps around room while coughing and sneezing* I know you guys are going to miss me. :P I promise, I will be ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ck on Frid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SP3K_j8mrsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3p7Gy7wYxmk/s1600-h/morning_is_by_armene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SP3K_j8mrsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/3p7Gy7wYxmk/s400/morning_is_by_armene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259583133168611010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep a little bit longer tonight. Nights! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps: Dont miss me too much .xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-8069347869039547792?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8069347869039547792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=8069347869039547792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8069347869039547792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/8069347869039547792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-i-will-be-calling-in-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SP3K_0zC2kI/AAAAAAAAAHE/05Qzw3i8L08/s72-c/Sick__by_sofiaaifos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-4259335870288150763</id><published>2008-10-20T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T03:51:35.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The talk today was kinda okay. Started from 8 in the morning and called it a day at 4 in the afternoon just now.Just came back and blogged right away. Hee~ It was... talk, break, talk, lunch break, drama and talk again. You don't need to know what the talk was about. Only those who were present knows. Its a "above 18" kind of talk. The way to get out of any trouble is to choose abstinence. Do not get tempted to anything especially guys. So, yea.. I don't think I will write about all of it here. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to continue what's left tomorrow and I hope it's good. Although I know it's not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SPxibiz0_nI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Iuyw5dD3YiI/s1600-h/If_you_cant_talk__see_by_lidlshmidl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SPxibiz0_nI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Iuyw5dD3YiI/s400/If_you_cant_talk__see_by_lidlshmidl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259186690202074738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*If you can't talk, just see. That's all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-4259335870288150763?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4259335870288150763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=4259335870288150763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4259335870288150763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4259335870288150763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/talk-today-was-kinda-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SPxibiz0_nI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Iuyw5dD3YiI/s72-c/If_you_cant_talk__see_by_lidlshmidl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5944448366109205705</id><published>2008-10-19T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T00:29:09.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; yesterday :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with some of the girls. We celebrated Cindy's birthday. We went to Pizza Hut, Movies, Arcade. Typical things girls can do while they're out celebrating a friend's birthday. :P  The movie we watched was kinda "funny" and "interesting" at the same time. *Oh girls, you know what Im talking about. :P! It was hecka funny. Laughed through all those "scenes". Esther and I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; loud. HAHA! Esther chose the movie and I know she had some intentions for choosing it. Haha, great day though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I'll be right by your side no matter what happens. The past will be the past. Don't think about it anymore. Live life to the fullest. You know you'll have me as a friend. I'll always be there :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5944448366109205705?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5944448366109205705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5944448366109205705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5944448366109205705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5944448366109205705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-had-fun-yesterday-went-out-with-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-2029221321004069604</id><published>2008-10-16T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:30:19.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M FREE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last day of PMR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And you know what that means, online-ing for the rest of the year!.. Haha. Not exactly my parent's idea but Im going to. There's still school. So, not 24/7. But, still happy cause no more studying and all for me. Oh, how I love this feeling. Muhahaha. Mum says gonna celebrate  the end of PMR for me at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eastwood&lt;/span&gt; tomoro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;...          Ngee :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out with Nadine later.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go get ready now. Toodles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-2029221321004069604?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2029221321004069604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=2029221321004069604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2029221321004069604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2029221321004069604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-free-last-day-of-pmr-and-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-9086021816793334864</id><published>2008-10-09T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:59:35.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three freaking days to go!&lt;br /&gt;THE VERY BEST TO ALL FORM THREE'S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SO4AAxaTCwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hkxsPJigsBk/s1600-h/It__s_Not_Life_if_It__s_Not_Free_by_Builtonfault.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SO4AAxaTCwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hkxsPJigsBk/s400/It__s_Not_Life_if_It__s_Not_Free_by_Builtonfault.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255137828451584770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Just please help me erase it from my mind. I can't stand it anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-9086021816793334864?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9086021816793334864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=9086021816793334864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/9086021816793334864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/9086021816793334864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/three-freaking-days-to-go-very-best-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SO4AAxaTCwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/hkxsPJigsBk/s72-c/It__s_Not_Life_if_It__s_Not_Free_by_Builtonfault.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-6548076535828977</id><published>2008-10-01T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T03:22:25.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Want to wish all Muslims Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went visiting today. All mum and dad's colleagues from work. I think we went to around five houses. omgee~ the food is soooooo nice. curry~ yumm. I was stuffed when we reached the third house. Cannot eat anymore so just drank soft drink only. Going to my aunt's house later. Cousin's birthday~.. Well, toodles! Off to get ready now. Bubbyes~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-6548076535828977?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6548076535828977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=6548076535828977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6548076535828977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/6548076535828977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/10/want-to-wish-all-muslims-selamat-hari.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-2458312579997378022</id><published>2008-09-27T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T07:20:11.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SN49VP2UpGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h_BZwt1lfto/s1600-h/Friends_by_DeadlyCase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SN49VP2UpGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h_BZwt1lfto/s400/Friends_by_DeadlyCase.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250701650801501282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Friends. Are they the ones who will be by your side when the day turns to night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SN4-6JS8ouI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jxqjspRPy-8/s1600-h/Friends_by_MakesMeLaugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SN4-6JS8ouI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jxqjspRPy-8/s400/Friends_by_MakesMeLaugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250703384209302242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends. Are they the ones who walks with you and shares their problems with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SN4_lTLwJfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vWB7xmNlLrs/s1600-h/Friends_by_chach_0u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SN4_lTLwJfI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vWB7xmNlLrs/s400/Friends_by_chach_0u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250704125597853170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friends. Are they the ones who stands by you each day and laughs along with you and have no problem with the craziness you have in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends.Who are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ps: 15 days to go :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-2458312579997378022?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2458312579997378022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=2458312579997378022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2458312579997378022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2458312579997378022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SN49VP2UpGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/h_BZwt1lfto/s72-c/Friends_by_DeadlyCase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-545400398837463863</id><published>2008-09-26T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:41:54.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNzmhMWR2CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kC_aqiSS8iw/s1600-h/I_love_books_by_chocolate_chandelier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNzmhMWR2CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kC_aqiSS8iw/s400/I_love_books_by_chocolate_chandelier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250324723531896866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;days to go! Or in a better way to say it, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;half a month &lt;/span&gt;to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ps:I need HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-545400398837463863?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/545400398837463863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=545400398837463863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/545400398837463863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/545400398837463863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/16-days-to-go-or-in-better-way-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNzmhMWR2CI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kC_aqiSS8iw/s72-c/I_love_books_by_chocolate_chandelier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5021900199752452546</id><published>2008-09-24T06:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T06:58:53.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNpB3iIn28I/AAAAAAAAAF8/vVLl3lz4-4Y/s1600-h/waiting_by_xucra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNpB3iIn28I/AAAAAAAAAF8/vVLl3lz4-4Y/s400/waiting_by_xucra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249580737965317058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm waiting h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;opelessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting hopelessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey all.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been updating my blog these days as PMR is like 18 days away!.&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh.... What would it be like?&lt;br /&gt;Scary? I hope not. I really hope that this year's PMR will not be hard and hope that the MOE will pull down the standard a bit.:] (pretty please)GAH!.. I hope this few days of last minute studying will pay off. I hope that I will not disappoint myself by getting a B or worse C!.. I seriously need some prayers and guidance to get through this 18 days of hard-core studying&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;. PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;, oh please don't let me fail any subjects. I do not want to let my parents and those who think I could get straight A's down, more so, myself!&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to be that kid that always stick her face to the computer screen and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; studies. &lt;s&gt;I do study.. Its just that you're never in the right time seeing me touching the books!&lt;/s&gt;Please, I'll try be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; and study hard for these few days.All I need to do is study and wait till the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIG DAY&lt;/span&gt; comes.&lt;br /&gt;All I need is to pass all the subjects with flying colours. I do not want anyone to feel disappointed with the results I get at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;PRA PMR is coming soon as well. Its a week after next week. I guess the school scheduled it so late might be a big mistake. Its obviously PMR right after PRA bah. why can't the school put it on this week?. Its just... wrong ,right?&lt;br /&gt;Please GOD, please give me more time to study. I know its wrong for me to study last minute. I know time does not wait for anyone. I just need more time. PLEASE? Can't You like make a flood happen and that Miri's PMR might get postponed?&lt;br /&gt;I know its impossible. What am I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess all i need to do is wait and wait and wait and study. After all, I'm a pretty tough girl.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll be fine :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNpE5_SuEtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zRC0ML7ViwA/s1600-h/Waiting_by_ineze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNpE5_SuEtI/AAAAAAAAAGE/zRC0ML7ViwA/s400/Waiting_by_ineze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249584078686917330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;s?, right=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/s?,&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5021900199752452546?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5021900199752452546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5021900199752452546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5021900199752452546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5021900199752452546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-waiting-h-opelessly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNpB3iIn28I/AAAAAAAAAF8/vVLl3lz4-4Y/s72-c/waiting_by_xucra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-464712484128099151</id><published>2008-09-20T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T16:52:26.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNWL7WjImYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VMdLrrfARlg/s1600-h/Tired_by_billysphoto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNWL7WjImYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VMdLrrfARlg/s400/Tired_by_billysphoto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248254792551668098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look! Its seven in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;guess what?&lt;br /&gt;mum woke me up for church today..&lt;br /&gt;So, went to bathe ant get ready..&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to wake up &lt;a href="http://onemanasylum.blogspot.com/" title="Brother"&gt;Chrispian&lt;/a&gt; to get ready..&lt;br /&gt;He said he don't want to go..wanna sleep longer..&lt;br /&gt;ISH!.. I already took by bath and got ready and he said NO. told mum and she asked me to continue sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;How the heck am I going to sleep after bathing?!.. Yea, that's why I am blogging at this time..&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna take my revenge* mimicking bad villain's evil laugh in the movies*&lt;br /&gt;I have no freaking idea what to do now.. I can't sleep. So, blogging popped into my mind..&lt;br /&gt;Fine... I'll post bout yesterday then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNWL7Q3P4BI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wM1XvqRsj_Q/s1600-h/Tired_by_XxBirtaxX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNWL7Q3P4BI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wM1XvqRsj_Q/s400/Tired_by_XxBirtaxX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248254791025418258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 September 2008 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;Woke up as usual for tuition.So tired.But I cannot complain. I just wanna sleep a few minutes longer... )':     Well, got ready and woke up my sis.. * I know.. Why do I wake my siblings up everytime? Well, mum always wake me up first and let them sleep longer.. NO FAIR!, &lt;s&gt; right?&lt;/s&gt; So, yea... went for ITS. finished at 11.00. Went for brunch. Dad fetched bro from the driving institute and he joined us later.. After that, bro wanted to go to Deli papa's for his " substitude for lunch" cause the one he ate was his so-called breakfast. So, yea.. went for some roti tissue. and its 1.38 and I have a examination mass at 2!.. He still slowly eats his roti tissue's. (2 to be exact).. Then, drove him to Mater Dei for his choir practice.(AND HE DOESN'T WANT TO GO FOR CHURCH TODAY!)  Then, I asked dad to send me home a while to eat some meds cos I don't feel well. Dad drove me down to cathedral for the mass.. I was obviously late cos I stood outside.. and the sun is scorching HOT!.. Met &lt;a href="http://ninetyninestepstoforever.blogspot.com/" title="friend"&gt;Ah Vian&lt;/a&gt; and her friend. So we stood together and bathed in sweat, literally. After mass, I got a ride home from Clinton's mum. She was so friendly and Clinton grew so tall over the years. The last time I saw him was Primary 6 i guess. He's so tall now. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He makes me look short.&lt;/span&gt; Yea, thanks clinton. And then the bad thing is I forgot to bring the keys!.. I called my sis cos mum mentioned she will be home. So, yea.. Guessed what she was doing?.. SHOWERING!.... I had to wait till she finished showering then she went outside to open the gate for me.&lt;s&gt; I was stuck outside the house for a whole 5 minutes!&lt;/s&gt; Serves me right for not bringing the keys. Then, I went to shower myself and got ready for my BM tuition. Walk there with my sis and we walked back together. On the way back,we saw a huge german shepard and a cute shih tzu! I told my sis there was a big dog and she said "cheh, so small!" so, continued walking till our gate. I opended the gate and I heard the dog growled. Then, my sis shouted and ran to my side. She said the dog bit her butt. :P!  "I shoo-ed the dog away. thanks to me my sis butt will not be the dog'd dinner! * thank the heroin song playing at the background &lt;i&gt;* Maybe the dog was mad cos she said it was small*&lt;/i&gt; Then, got ready for dinner at Lutong cafe. Then packed cakes from Secret Recipe as my dad promised!. OMGEE~ the white chocolate macadamia was heaven!..Its so soft and there was walnuts in it too. I love nuts~ It's so delicious, I finished the whole piece.. Hehe, don't blame me for being chocoholic!. ngee:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-464712484128099151?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/464712484128099151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=464712484128099151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/464712484128099151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/464712484128099151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-look-its-seven-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNWL7WjImYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VMdLrrfARlg/s72-c/Tired_by_billysphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-4928985573690541156</id><published>2008-09-19T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:21:35.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNOlSNJM5eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Dgf3al2xHHg/s1600-h/Love__by_puss__in__boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNOlSNJM5eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Dgf3al2xHHg/s400/Love__by_puss__in__boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247719723001243106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still hope, right? Im still chasing after &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I know im dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;Thanks to her Im feeling a lot better than yesterday.She's just the person I long for, a friend. I would like to thank her for listening to my problems and sharing hers as well. I hope everything is going well for yourself. I hope he realises what he's doing and remember, time heals everything. Don't just keep it all to you. It hurts.I know. Im here whenever you need a person to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;:] Sisters forever :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Im getting tired of waiting but I won't stop. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps: Don't forget to find me after PMR. You too, Esther. Haha~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-4928985573690541156?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4928985573690541156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=4928985573690541156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4928985573690541156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4928985573690541156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/theres-still-hope-right-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNOlSNJM5eI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Dgf3al2xHHg/s72-c/Love__by_puss__in__boots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-2208491219073408252</id><published>2008-09-18T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:46:40.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNIG1KqpOpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6Bgs0GdAiRk/s1600-h/Summer_freedom_by_FuzzyGawjuz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNIG1KqpOpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6Bgs0GdAiRk/s400/Summer_freedom_by_FuzzyGawjuz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247264026306099858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNIG1N499zI/AAAAAAAAAFc/q_koZ6Ktx28/s1600-h/peace_and_freedom_by_yellowpad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNIG1N499zI/AAAAAAAAAFc/q_koZ6Ktx28/s400/peace_and_freedom_by_yellowpad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247264027171485490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to know the answer so badly..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its just that Im afraid its going to be what I'm not ready for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously don't know what to do right now.&lt;br /&gt;Who should I turn to?&lt;br /&gt;Who would sacrifice his/her time for me to complain about everything I have gone through this fifteen years I've been on this Earth.&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone I can put my trust on and pour everything out.&lt;br /&gt;I really need a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friend, someone that could cry along with me, laugh together with me, share all my secrets with. Someone who is just there for me whenever I need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so empty right now. I feel like I don't have any friends I can call my own after going through today.&lt;br /&gt;I need that certain someone.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just tell him/her anything I want.&lt;br /&gt;I want someone who I can just be myself to whenever Im with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;Im not myself today. Its just that Im hurt by what &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; had done. I don't know how to open up to people about how Im feeling.&lt;br /&gt;It might get rough sometimes but i hope everything's going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to appear in my life soon.&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;What does freedom feel like?&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like Im trapped inside a little box full of darkness, worries, hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fly.&lt;br /&gt;I want to fall and to have soimeone there to catch me.&lt;br /&gt;I want freedom.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom to love.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom to live life to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;I want you so badly, freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNIFnLucubI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ue6acrytZ8o/s1600-h/freedom_of_life_by_msPerfect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNIFnLucubI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Ue6acrytZ8o/s400/freedom_of_life_by_msPerfect.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247262686560696754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNIFm-WFibI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nEASlRgFJ_g/s1600-h/Jump_in_freedom_by_BiAhtCh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNIFm-WFibI/AAAAAAAAAE8/nEASlRgFJ_g/s400/Jump_in_freedom_by_BiAhtCh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247262682968852914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-2208491219073408252?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2208491219073408252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=2208491219073408252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2208491219073408252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2208491219073408252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-to-know-answer-so-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SNIG1KqpOpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/6Bgs0GdAiRk/s72-c/Summer_freedom_by_FuzzyGawjuz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-2752652931740028702</id><published>2008-09-15T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:50:22.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4eZPwl3kI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4QRFGik2Urk/s1600-h/abortion1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4eZPwl3kI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4QRFGik2Urk/s400/abortion1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246164035009109570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4eZAZ1jjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CVgVvXrCbrM/s1600-h/abortion3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4eZAZ1jjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CVgVvXrCbrM/s400/abortion3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246164030887136818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4eZbHmnNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/b8ubS0z059Q/s1600-h/abortion2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4eZbHmnNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/b8ubS0z059Q/s400/abortion2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246164038058417362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm against abortion 100%.&lt;br /&gt;Dont do it if you dont want to take the responsibility to raise it.&lt;br /&gt;You're hurting an innocent life here.&lt;br /&gt;They want to live and feel the love like you guys did too. You brought them to this world, take the responsibility and raise it!&lt;br /&gt;Say NO to abortion!&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud by killing your own flesh and blood?&lt;br /&gt;You don't know nothing bout life if you think bout aborting your own child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a minute and read this or sing it. Its from Fr.Stan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't want me. She didn't spare me. If she held me, she never would have let the doctor come and tear me from the life womb. Now a killing room. Abortion by the hands of the doctor and the nurse turns the God-given blessin' into a human curse. She made the wrong choice. I still gotta voice. Yo world it's enough and stop sinnin', 'cause if you're willin' to stop the killin' and let the mercy into help ya start feelin'. But what ya feelin' for world healin'.&lt;br /&gt;But you can't stop me from talkin' and revealin'. I'm in the best of place. If you could see my face. You would speak a bigger statement to save the race. You would never let it happen again. Never been born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4gz2B1HcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YHFO0xrhEHI/s1600-h/protection2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4gz2B1HcI/AAAAAAAAAEk/YHFO0xrhEHI/s400/protection2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246166690981813698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Our lives have been taken. Our   bodies have been torn.&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop us from talkin' 'cause we've never been   born. (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama you was wrong. I know you wasn't strong. You can say ya sorry. You can be forgiven. I'm in heaven. I'm still livin' with perfect love. The kind you couldn't give me. The kind that you receive. It's a gift from up above. Ya let the doctor kill me. Gave up my birthright. Never been born. Never got to see the daylight. Yeah, I'm all right. I know ya feelin' uptight. Ya never got to hug ya baby and say good night. No time caressin'. Let Jesus in ya heart with His mercy. I give ya my blessin'. Mama I forgive you. Ya never got to hold me in your arms. I love you. Forever, you're my moms. Never been born. (repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4g0G7fJlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PqY2C3uv0nM/s1600-h/protection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4g0G7fJlI/AAAAAAAAAE0/PqY2C3uv0nM/s400/protection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246166695518611026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about my father? He gave me no protection. Aborted my conception. The world and nations is in need of new direction. They make it political. Time is gettin' critical. Daddy, tell the world abortion ain't just physical. You call us a fetus? You can't defeat us. Daddy stand up, face the truth because ya need us. Break down the politic. Crack down the heretic. Be a man. Face the pain. Stop the rhetoric. Daddy don't ya weakin'. Father should be keepin' all the babies they be killin'. It is wrong. It's going on too long. Get back with mom and daddy be strong. Reverence the seed. Daddy pray and intercede. Daddy stop the killin' deed today. Never been born. (repeat chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is peace, there is mercy for you, for me that sets you free. The Son's the One with love from above so kind. He will help you to seek. The power of the Spirit will help you to find your way back so that you could forgive yourself, so that you could be at peace. His mercy, peace, mercy for you for me. Seek and you will find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is peace, there is mercy for you and for me. You can be set free. You can be relieved let the love and the peace increase as you give your baby a name. He's still livin' in Heaven. Healin' from the blame, from the shame, from all the pain. There's a way back for you, a way back for me. It doesn't matter what you've done, turn to the Son and you will see there is peace, there is mercy, seek and you will find. There is peace, there is mercy, so sweet so kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4fBG1EUiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wO9pffC6-bo/s1600-h/abortion4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4fBG1EUiI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wO9pffC6-bo/s400/abortion4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246164719806730786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4g0JMkRbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZyT-XFHnQOY/s1600-h/protection3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4g0JMkRbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZyT-XFHnQOY/s400/protection3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246166696127120818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4077548288480590041-2752652931740028702?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2752652931740028702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=2752652931740028702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2752652931740028702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/2752652931740028702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-against-abortion-100.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SM4eZPwl3kI/AAAAAAAAAEE/4QRFGik2Urk/s72-c/abortion1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-9040199450911398676</id><published>2008-09-12T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T01:58:44.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, where shall I start today?&lt;br /&gt;Hrmm..&lt;br /&gt;We had an exhibition at school today and I was with my friends, Mei Jiun, Emily and Shin Ying making tipography and selling it at RM1 each. There were lots of orders and we were very busy. There was other stuff there too. I saw people selling glass deco's, bookmarks, keychains, hand-knitted phonestraps, hand-knitted woood thingy( it was so pretty, I feel in love with one I had to buy it),plates, computer art, body art, and even FISHES!&lt;br /&gt;Well, no&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; studying&lt;/span&gt; for the whole day!. Yay!.. We sold lots of 'em. I heard Emily said we sold around 50+. So, that was quite good. Hehe~ All thanks to Emily for that great idea. The others were good too!.. I bought a purplish pink hand- knitted wood thing from Frederick, a glass deco from Nicholas. I costed me RM10. Emily drew two card for me and my sis and she said it was free. Thanks Emily~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMouroh4YaI/AAAAAAAAADs/AbZNKLitHGE/s1600-h/I_miss_you_already_by_theymakestars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMouroh4YaI/AAAAAAAAADs/AbZNKLitHGE/s400/I_miss_you_already_by_theymakestars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245056043175141794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: She promised she would come but did not turn up. I hope she comes back soon.Everyone were waiting but she never did turn up. We really miss her. Just come visit us before PMR? We missed you oh-so much! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-9040199450911398676?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9040199450911398676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=9040199450911398676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/9040199450911398676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/9040199450911398676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-where-shall-i-start-today-hrmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMouroh4YaI/AAAAAAAAADs/AbZNKLitHGE/s72-c/I_miss_you_already_by_theymakestars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-5252547598081614712</id><published>2008-09-09T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:42:19.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMdvIlBuzII/AAAAAAAAADc/F3Pw-5NSBAc/s1600-h/1_611095004l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMdvIlBuzII/AAAAAAAAADc/F3Pw-5NSBAc/s400/1_611095004l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244282484265241730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMdvI7zwZjI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZQ6pg7_cO6Y/s1600-h/1_617757815l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMdvI7zwZjI/AAAAAAAAADk/ZQ6pg7_cO6Y/s400/1_617757815l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244282490380641842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I miss you, badly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even mother nature is on MY side.:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-5252547598081614712?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5252547598081614712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=5252547598081614712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5252547598081614712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/5252547598081614712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-miss-you-badly.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMdvIlBuzII/AAAAAAAAADc/F3Pw-5NSBAc/s72-c/1_611095004l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-3465170169257558364</id><published>2008-09-06T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T03:13:39.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I promised, some of the pictures from the rally :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMOehusP-HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/X7UqEw44h1M/s1600-h/abs+,+jas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMOehusP-HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/X7UqEw44h1M/s320/abs+,+jas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243208693495887986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                     Abby, Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMOddrDU17I/AAAAAAAAAC0/uzwGcfyefdw/s1600-h/l.a,+abs,jas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMOddrDU17I/AAAAAAAAAC0/uzwGcfyefdw/s320/l.a,+abs,jas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243207524287829938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Leigh-Ann, Abby, Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMOehn2O7wI/AAAAAAAAADE/lCd9L84xG_s/s1600-h/fr.stan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMOehn2O7wI/AAAAAAAAADE/lCd9L84xG_s/s320/fr.stan.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243208691658714882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 a picture before mass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMOddYON1uI/AAAAAAAAACc/IsgX9iIL5SQ/s1600-h/aly,+chelle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMOddYON1uI/AAAAAAAAACc/IsgX9iIL5SQ/s320/aly,+chelle.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243207519233234658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                       Alyssa, Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMOddpgBCoI/AAAAAAAAACk/Lyx_BlCF6AQ/s1600-h/chelle,+abs,+jas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMOddpgBCoI/AAAAAAAAACk/Lyx_BlCF6AQ/s320/chelle,+abs,+jas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243207523871296130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Michelle, Abby, Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMOddhm0orI/AAAAAAAAACs/kuwNo0scEjg/s1600-h/fr.stan+and+i.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMOddhm0orI/AAAAAAAAACs/kuwNo0scEjg/s320/fr.stan+and+i.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243207521752359602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Fr, Stan, Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Well, first of all.. I wanna make it straight that the youth rally, "Growing In Holiness" is one of the most memorable event in my life!.. haha!. Seriously, you are missing a big thing if you weren't at the rally!.. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;HAHAHA.. SERVE YOU RIGHT SPENDING YOUR ARSE AT HOME IN FRONT OF THE TV!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th August.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 6 cos the registration starts at 7. I got ready and went to Imperial. Daddy was my driver. LOL. So, went up to the ballroom, got registered and went to save some seats for me and Abs. We sat at the centre ans the third row from the stage!.. How lucky was I to get up early.. Haha~.. we were given a magazine/notebook stuff, a poster and our very own laminated nametag.. Praised and worship after our rosary.. the songs we sang were totally awesome.. *Scott, i want zee songs!.. hehe~.. after singing, Father Stan showed up.. took pictures of him.. he got ready with his "bomerang".. (Its a really cool device that records what you played on an instrument  and it kept playing when you're not even holding the instrument). Yea, it sorta did not work at first but eventually worked.. haha.. what am I writing.. What I meant was the boomerang did not work at the beginning and thanks to a man, nicknamed "soundman" fixed the problem.  we were all paying our fullest attention to him while he preach and played his bass guitar. his music was awesome and it is full of meaning (if you know what I mean).. then we had our tea break and we ate bee hoon and assorted cakes. Fr.stan called the bee hoon, wheat noodles if Im not mistaken.. well, something bout wheat, farmers, crops then BAM!.. NOODLES WERE MADE.... After that, Father Stan continued his talk and his music.. Then, we had our lunch break after a few hours of talk.... Abs and I met up with Michelle, Alyssa, Scott, John,Shawn. Saw Kim and Premjit but i guessed theywent home for the break. So, they wished me HAPPY BIRTHDAY and Michelle decided to treat me for lunch. We did not know where to go at first then KFC( that's the onli place I know where people eat in Imperial) popped out in  m my mind but the lines were so friggin' long!.. so, we passed ans eventually ended up takeaway Sugarbun and went up to the food court to find a place to sit and eat.. *thanks Michelle for the food*.. Shawn took forks and spoons for himself and Alyssa and she ended up putting it in the rubbish plastic.. Well, we did not think that they noticed so we kinda threw then away.. yes, with the forks and spoons.. HAHA!.. Then we went upstairs to continue our rally until 4 and had a mass with Father Stan. then we ended at around 5 plus plus.. din exactly know what time it was... So, went home took a shower and ate my dinner then mum drove me back to Imperial once again.. We had a concert and everyone sat on the floor.. we were sooo hyper and jumped and then listened to Fr.Stans music again... Met a new friend from KK. She was with her gang and they were awesome and hyper as well.. There was this guy, behind me, I think he was the most hyper&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-test&lt;/span&gt; one among all of us. I even heard him spoke in tongues!.. (fyi, its a language where we communicate with GOD and a language where the DEVIL don't understand)..only certain people will have that gift and HE had it.. LOL.. well, all i know that I had a ot of fun during the concert and it was a great night. Then, it ended round 9 something and went home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s I'll continue the second day of the rally in the next post. Gotta go study Science now!.. Tomorrow is my trial exam.. Well, I hope I will get good results for my Science...haha!.. See ya. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-3465170169257558364?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3465170169257558364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=3465170169257558364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3465170169257558364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/3465170169257558364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/as-i-promised-some-of-pictures-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SMOehusP-HI/AAAAAAAAAC8/X7UqEw44h1M/s72-c/abs+,+jas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4077548288480590041.post-4660871389853479470</id><published>2008-09-04T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:46:04.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOYEAH!..&lt;br /&gt;IM BACK PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;did you guys missed me?&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;i know.. i know..&lt;br /&gt;i LIED..&lt;br /&gt;i wrote &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;two weeks&lt;/span&gt; in the previous post but i wanted to come back and post for you guys..&lt;br /&gt;see how thoughtful i AM?.. LMAO~&lt;br /&gt;i know you guys MISSED my posts..&lt;br /&gt;If not, why are you here?&lt;br /&gt;haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i just wanna thank everyone who wished me happy birthday~..&lt;br /&gt;thanks to all of you i had a wonderful birthday.&lt;br /&gt;well, i attended a youth rally called "Growing In Holiness" with Fr.Stan Fortuna from the USA on the 30th and the 31st.&lt;br /&gt;i had a great time there:] met up with some friends..&lt;br /&gt;saw quite a number of st.jo primary school friends there as well..&lt;br /&gt;maybe GOD brought us back to meet each other in holiness..LOL.&lt;br /&gt;fr. stan was awesome..&lt;br /&gt;i love his music &lt;33.. his words are very meaningful and deep as well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Although it was just one day I saw your smiling face, I will cherished the moments forever..&lt;br /&gt; I really wished that time could stop when our eyes met. When will we ever meet again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll post up some pictures from the rally in the next post..              :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4077548288480590041-4660871389853479470?l=the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4660871389853479470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4077548288480590041&amp;postID=4660871389853479470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4660871389853479470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4077548288480590041/posts/default/4660871389853479470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweetestlullaby.blogspot.com/2008/09/booyeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Jasmine :]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14314779544758837254</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5pjX5yiHLuI/SK62Id0PLXI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UzwYJ5mJwdQ/S220/Image011.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
