<?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-1045149473900359639</id><updated>2012-01-02T22:42:03.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Soar</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-344723881542953762</id><published>2011-12-31T00:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T22:42:03.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 in a nutshell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well guys, I just wanna say that.. 2011 is coming to an end and it has been a wonderful year for me (most of my years are wonderful anyway so let's just say that this is &lt;strong&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/strong&gt; wonderful year). Here are some of the things that I loved about this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;1. O level results.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Yeah, it wasn't remarkable but it was a great improvement, and it was all from last minute studying. I KEEP TELLING PEOPLE THAT I'M SMART BUT THEY WON'T BUY IT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;2. Getting my first pay.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a little of a hassle when it comes to the receiving but IT'S MY FIRST PAY. Up top, broz. And yup, I spent it all!!!!! Ok I do regret now since I realized how important money actually is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I actually truly learnt the value of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;3. My birthday.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first birthday which I celebrated with my bf and my best friends. It's the first time I ever had my boyfriend ever met up and have fun together with my best friends. Its a really nice and warm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's face it, &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; birthday of mine is awesome anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;4. Enrolling in a polytechnic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I am certained that a poly was not a wrong choice, because of all these wonderful friends (but nothing beats secondary school, let's face it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwCeobRH0gc/TwG3VY0QTLI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4mYHxX1YMrI/s1600/302026_10150298754294597_599954596_8081714_1851168100_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwCeobRH0gc/TwG3VY0QTLI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4mYHxX1YMrI/s400/302026_10150298754294597_599954596_8081714_1851168100_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Poly made me realized that I'm closer to to the working society than I actualy think I am. And it makes me panicky when I think about my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ60pRMSonw/TwG3Rrh7YeI/AAAAAAAAAu8/RIKnLIF0eWg/s1600/293585_10150343103994401_665554400_8165180_731175626_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ60pRMSonw/TwG3Rrh7YeI/AAAAAAAAAu8/RIKnLIF0eWg/s400/293585_10150343103994401_665554400_8165180_731175626_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tl-m-odwzHU/TwG3YI9hvoI/AAAAAAAAAvU/0lzZ7Fa2Tfc/s1600/317453_10150326259994483_569514482_7632124_52250870_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tl-m-odwzHU/TwG3YI9hvoI/AAAAAAAAAvU/0lzZ7Fa2Tfc/s400/317453_10150326259994483_569514482_7632124_52250870_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'm 17 now, and I plan to get married before 27. I have 10 years to finish my studies, settle down in my job, work my way up to the top so I can have more money, save money for my wedding and shitz, save money for a house and then get married and share the burden of raising kids with my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I never knew how important the question &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;what you wanna be when you grow up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was. It prepares you for your future and pushes you to plan your life. Soon, the question will become &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;what do you wanna be later in life&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;what did you wanna be when you were younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So don't let your youth slip by! Chase your dreams!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;5. My boy's birthday.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was the first time I put in so much effort for someone's birthday. I scrimp and save months before the day, I plan and cancel and plan and cancel and plan again (mind you, his birthday is on National Day, it's tough ok!), scouted for his presents, and even last minute-ly tried to surprise him with his friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I AM GOING TO SAY THIS AGAIN, but I have &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gone this far for anyone. It's not me to do all these, but I did..... THAT BOY'S MY CHARMER. *winks*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;6. Shienkai's Chalet&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is one of the best chalets I have had. It's just like those normal ones but with lesser people (just all the closest friends), and a lot more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was a great experience, and for the first time in my life, I CYCLED FROM PASIR RIS TO CHANGI VILLAGE WHAAADDDDAP PEEPS. 14KM!!!!! The most exercise I've had in a year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sadly, we didn't take many pictures because DSLR-girl (Vivian, HAHAHA) was in Perth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;7. Class Chalet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The day before the BBQ,&amp;nbsp;Ming Hwei and&amp;nbsp;Hann Shen&amp;nbsp;crashed at my place. It was nice to finally catch up with them! ONE WHOLE YEAR of not seeing each other when the last year we saw each other practically everyday. Good times man, it's like there's no difference when we finally caught up. Like this gap wasn't even there, like how we always were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;CAN I JUST SAY.... ME AND MH DID A MASK FOR HANNSHEN HAHAHAHAHA best thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then we&amp;nbsp;went for class chalet at Aloha Loyang. (The bungalow style chalet, not those lousy squeezy kind) IT'S A VERY NICE PLACE!! But the larger the house the further we are from each other so it wasn't very good for bonding and stuff.... but whatever as long as there's Hannshen, Minghwei, Vivian, Phoebe and Jaron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uMg2ac1vMg/Tv6nyMVAVaI/AAAAAAAAAto/Ahs5Sfowkqk/s1600/IMG_1631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uMg2ac1vMg/Tv6nyMVAVaI/AAAAAAAAAto/Ahs5Sfowkqk/s400/IMG_1631.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was us in the middle of the road like frreaking drunkards at 2am in the morning. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AKrCKacar8/Tv6nz0rDvkI/AAAAAAAAAtw/f41YQf06aLg/s1600/IMG_1622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1AKrCKacar8/Tv6nz0rDvkI/AAAAAAAAAtw/f41YQf06aLg/s400/IMG_1622.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Jaron and I. 01.03.94 BABIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yirA-eq4CIY/Tv6n1SQu1_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/Euo_5LC6rYs/s1600/IMG_1593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yirA-eq4CIY/Tv6n1SQu1_I/AAAAAAAAAt4/Euo_5LC6rYs/s400/IMG_1593.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite ok, but we failed at staying up cause we were quite tired, and didn't manage to take the first bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;8. I cut my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ok craziest shit I've done to myself this year. EVERYONE KNOWS I &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MY HAIR SO MUCH, but yeah, I cut it in the end, just to try something different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3W2HM9H47Y/Tv6n22TWReI/AAAAAAAAAuA/_qNBQoea35E/s1600/IMG_1517.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_3W2HM9H47Y/Tv6n22TWReI/AAAAAAAAAuA/_qNBQoea35E/s400/IMG_1517.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;TADAAAAAA!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do miss my long hair terribly. Not that I'm ugly now (psh, duh), just that I miss my hair. YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND THIS PAIN. NEVER. NEVER. Ok, exaggerate onlehhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;9. First time going to Henderson's Wave Bridge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DExkQCizDSk/TwG3Th9YxkI/AAAAAAAAAvE/14EeSvRFLDI/s1600/298516_10150330690483077_584093076_8160739_897254435_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DExkQCizDSk/TwG3Th9YxkI/AAAAAAAAAvE/14EeSvRFLDI/s400/298516_10150330690483077_584093076_8160739_897254435_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was with my impromtu girl, Vivian! We've got to be the most last minute people on the&amp;nbsp;face of this Earth. I think we were actually shopping at Orchard when suddenly we decided to go to the Wave Bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWQkY-nrjsk/TwG6PFcsByI/AAAAAAAAAvg/whycG27dyVw/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWQkY-nrjsk/TwG6PFcsByI/AAAAAAAAAvg/whycG27dyVw/s400/untitled.bmp" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I look extra petite here. FUN SIZE FTW.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj7AlY1veZ8/TwG6fFG8opI/AAAAAAAAAvo/dnEjbJ-DB3c/s1600/untitled1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pj7AlY1veZ8/TwG6fFG8opI/AAAAAAAAAvo/dnEjbJ-DB3c/s400/untitled1.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh and if you're wondering why is Vivian's hair so short, she actually had it shaved off for Hair For Hope. WTF BRAVE SOUL. Ok, I will shut up about how much I miss my long hair now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;10. USS with my boy! (My favourite part of 2011!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjBlGyO1FCY/TwG3Ly2oM_I/AAAAAAAAAuk/vE00GobdbYM/s1600/261617_237082199642739_100000228811216_950041_5281688_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZjBlGyO1FCY/TwG3Ly2oM_I/AAAAAAAAAuk/vE00GobdbYM/s400/261617_237082199642739_100000228811216_950041_5281688_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But to be precise,&amp;nbsp;with his sister and his sister's boyfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2EQI_w0__9Q/TwG3JoHvX6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/K5oCnG9NQ0A/s1600/259935_237054569645502_100000228811216_949700_1662763_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2EQI_w0__9Q/TwG3JoHvX6I/AAAAAAAAAuc/K5oCnG9NQ0A/s400/259935_237054569645502_100000228811216_949700_1662763_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do not be fooled, I look tall only&amp;nbsp;in this picture.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdUrMWNlyyU/TwG3Npf1E1I/AAAAAAAAAus/B1d-PrPNbTE/s1600/262636_237081909642768_100000228811216_950036_72035_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KdUrMWNlyyU/TwG3Npf1E1I/AAAAAAAAAus/B1d-PrPNbTE/s400/262636_237081909642768_100000228811216_950036_72035_n.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, that is Po from Kungfu Panda. THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE CARTOONS OK. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE SERIOUSLY, WHO DOESN'T LOVE A CHUBBY WOBBLY KUNGFU-FIGHTING PANDA?!!!!!&amp;nbsp;You need some mental assistance if you find it hard to love such oozing adorable-ness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USvkh6zwdzA/TwG3P7jxd3I/AAAAAAAAAu0/_GlBgaTgpHU/s1600/262660_237065289644430_100000228811216_949881_7242105_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USvkh6zwdzA/TwG3P7jxd3I/AAAAAAAAAu0/_GlBgaTgpHU/s400/262660_237065289644430_100000228811216_949881_7242105_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The rides were freaking awesome. I LOVE &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HUMAN&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;CYLON&lt;/span&gt;. The Mummy ride was awesome too, but I didn't like the fact that it's in the dark. I'M NOT SCARED OF THE DARK. But obviously, no one embraces the darkness, right?&amp;nbsp;Anyone who hasn't been there, please do. I'm planning to go back there in March. I CANNOT WAIT. Must. Try. Transformer. Ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Oh, and if you're every there, &lt;u&gt;DO NOT&lt;/u&gt;, I repeat, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DO NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; give Shrek's 4D movie a miss. It's good, I tell you. Not like&amp;nbsp;those crappy 3D movies you see at the cinema. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And of course, there were a few things that were once in a lifetime...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Like.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxgYifP4b7g/Tv6n9p5kxKI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Vpxk140E4H0/s1600/IMG_1403.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxgYifP4b7g/Tv6n9p5kxKI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Vpxk140E4H0/s400/IMG_1403.PNG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;11/11/11, 11.11!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;THIS ONLY HAPPENS ONCE IN A HUNDRED YEARS. Unless I can live to 2111, I'll never see this time and date again! Ok, yes it's just a number, I don't really believe in the wishing to 11.11 whole thing, BUT.. what makes it special is that we are just so lucky to be able to see this date! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I caught my very first &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUNAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ECLIPSE (happens once in a long long time&amp;nbsp;too ok). I ITALIC '&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUNAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;' just in case someone goes all anal on me about giving false information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, that basically summed up my 2011. I just wanna say that.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;-&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NEiVttAk-PU/Tv6nnLi0ZHI/AAAAAAAAAtg/WwST9YguWuQ/s1600/regretnothing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NEiVttAk-PU/Tv6nnLi0ZHI/AAAAAAAAAtg/WwST9YguWuQ/s400/regretnothing.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will work hard to make sure that 2012 will remain amazing. To anyone reading this, I hope you have a great year ahead :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/1045149473900359639-344723881542953762?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/344723881542953762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=344723881542953762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/344723881542953762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/344723881542953762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-in-nutshell.html' title='2011 in a nutshell.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xwCeobRH0gc/TwG3VY0QTLI/AAAAAAAAAvM/4mYHxX1YMrI/s72-c/302026_10150298754294597_599954596_8081714_1851168100_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-8820874631021692440</id><published>2011-11-20T21:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T22:28:02.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My NAFA Journey</title><content type='html'>I don't remember why I chose dance as my CCA back in primary one. But I know I've never regretted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people go their whole life in search of what's their talent, what they're good at. I wouldn't say I'm world-class quality like those on So You Think You Can Dance, but it's through this CCA trial in my primary school, my dance instructor picked me and brought me over to NAFA. Maybe this is my talent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we were all like&amp;nbsp;unpolished diamonds, waiting for someone to realise our potentials, and it was ZLS who saw it in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I remember back when&amp;nbsp;I was 8, I had to join the seniors for a performance when all my other dance mates from my grade didn't have to. I felt so alone, and I &lt;em&gt;dread&lt;/em&gt; going for rehearsals! Like seriously!!!! NOT FUN OK. Yah, but it was since then..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8FbjXiwPYw/TskE7r8CdyI/AAAAAAAAAs8/o8Jh0Ee8Waw/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8FbjXiwPYw/TskE7r8CdyI/AAAAAAAAAs8/o8Jh0Ee8Waw/s400/Untitled.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This picture is of recently. Back when I was younger, it wasn't that straight.&amp;nbsp;But yeah, this has been my signature move since 8. Till I learnt the front flip, that is. Hahahaha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And I remember this period of time whereby I hated to go for dance cause I was just so bloody lazy!!!!! I'd fake a stomachache or something, GOD I WANNA PUNCH MYSELF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8JilxJT_ILM/Tsj8wyjZF8I/AAAAAAAAAsk/jkoWWTLgCEg/s1600/390357_2000375383792_1675787313_1375215_1270643392_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8JilxJT_ILM/Tsj8wyjZF8I/AAAAAAAAAsk/jkoWWTLgCEg/s400/390357_2000375383792_1675787313_1375215_1270643392_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Litong and Jinglin! Really awesome dancers. Every Sunday, after dance we will go buy bubbletea from that brandless bubbletea shop. Litong and I would always poke fun at Jinglin and ask her to eat since she's so skinny. HAHAHA. EXHIBIT A, REMEMBER? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Vox-adwP1M/Tsj8km2AT2I/AAAAAAAAAr8/8Whj4VsO9iU/s1600/305237_2000375703800_1675787313_1375216_22372749_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7Vox-adwP1M/Tsj8km2AT2I/AAAAAAAAAr8/8Whj4VsO9iU/s400/305237_2000375703800_1675787313_1375216_22372749_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Kailing! My dearestttttttttt!!!! Who dropped out halfway, cause she lazy pig. Just kidding, NAFA fees are no joke okay. It was very sad to not be able to graduate with her, but all's well la! She forever the joker of the class, everytime got new stunt one. My god, no one will talk louder than her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qmUq7gkg8s/Tsj8ibce6OI/AAAAAAAAAr0/wuqGdzBHogo/s1600/294730_1817082241578_1675787313_1259001_125493244_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--qmUq7gkg8s/Tsj8ibce6OI/AAAAAAAAAr0/wuqGdzBHogo/s400/294730_1817082241578_1675787313_1259001_125493244_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is Yuling! SHE GOD DAMN PRETTY RIGHT. Look like angmoh. I remember the first time I saw her. Hahahaha!!!!!! She's damn bloody talented lar. One of the best dancers I have came into contact with. Really fabulous. But she keeps saying I'm good I'm good and I'm like..... HAVE YOU LOOKED AT YOURSELF BIOTCH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L25VOWnk2tM/Tsj8y6UMtAI/AAAAAAAAAss/4pGhIMuQa7Y/s1600/392305_2000380063909_1675787313_1375226_1744890375_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L25VOWnk2tM/Tsj8y6UMtAI/AAAAAAAAAss/4pGhIMuQa7Y/s400/392305_2000380063909_1675787313_1375226_1744890375_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Murong. I sit with her for 2 mins only I wanna let her eat my knuckle sandwich. CANNOT KEEP QUIET ONE. Everyday "HEY, GOT ANY GRAPES?!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5e4_eonVk8/Tsj8ot3WN1I/AAAAAAAAAsM/0MJiWZwPs_Y/s1600/307788_1817081641563_1675787313_1258998_751688743_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c5e4_eonVk8/Tsj8ot3WN1I/AAAAAAAAAsM/0MJiWZwPs_Y/s400/307788_1817081641563_1675787313_1258998_751688743_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the outing to town. Random dude who wanted to take photo with us. I KNOW WE PWEDDY LAR.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUBFoPCcgEU/Tsj8ma9nleI/AAAAAAAAAsE/TaiTlGftAzA/s1600/305617_1780208159749_1675787313_1225093_3023758_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUBFoPCcgEU/Tsj8ma9nleI/AAAAAAAAAsE/TaiTlGftAzA/s400/305617_1780208159749_1675787313_1225093_3023758_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jinglin, Franny, Murong, Yuling, Me, Minying, Pearl. @ NAFA &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lxY2h7dASnw/Tsj8rYU1aDI/AAAAAAAAAsU/bgR1SCgFTwg/s1600/312026_2000397504345_1675787313_1375267_625471738_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lxY2h7dASnw/Tsj8rYU1aDI/AAAAAAAAAsU/bgR1SCgFTwg/s400/312026_2000397504345_1675787313_1375267_625471738_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Murong, Yuling, Me, Litong, Kailing, Jinglin. @ Bugis Junction, our hang out! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, today&amp;nbsp;was my last day&amp;nbsp;NAFA. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wasn't easy, but it was definitely,&amp;nbsp;100%, worth it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey girls, we've grown so much.&amp;nbsp;Vertically (except me -_-)&amp;nbsp;and horizontally (except&amp;nbsp;Jinglin, lucky or what). Can you remember your first performance? Compare it with that recently. It's like the evolution of a beautiful firework. From the ignition, to the bloom, and finally to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one person whom I'm most thankful for. is Zoulaoshi. She is so patient and responsible&amp;nbsp;and funny and adorableeeeee!!!!! I really love her so much for picking me out, for giving me this opportunity to shine on stage, for letting me realise where I stand, for imparting so many valuable life skills, for showering us with so much care and concern. She has been a really really really outstanding role model for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see so much passion and perserverance in her and it&amp;nbsp;motivates me so greatly. I will not be who I am today without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;MY GOD THIS IS A MUSHY POST. IT'S NOT ME AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;. But yes, this is an&amp;nbsp;extension of my loveeeeee. For zls, for all of my dance mates, for those who supported me over the years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;My journey at NAFA has come to a perfect, happy closure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-8820874631021692440?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8820874631021692440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=8820874631021692440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8820874631021692440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8820874631021692440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-nafa-journey.html' title='My NAFA Journey'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J8FbjXiwPYw/TskE7r8CdyI/AAAAAAAAAs8/o8Jh0Ee8Waw/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-5104374791713434034</id><published>2011-10-04T17:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T17:16:34.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best things about online shopping</title><content type='html'>I just wanna proudly exclaim that.... MY TOMS CAME!!!!! *inserts bucket of happiness* &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lQCTeQ4Mgo/TorDXLMRjuI/AAAAAAAAAro/IzP9Nez6Q9Y/s1600/IMG_1278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lQCTeQ4Mgo/TorDXLMRjuI/AAAAAAAAAro/IzP9Nez6Q9Y/s320/IMG_1278.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;White with navy blue squiggles (It's a newer design)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I AM SO MAD HAPPY WHEN I RECEIVED THIS OK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered it from an online shopping site called &lt;a href="http://www.gmarket.com.sg/"&gt;http://www.gmarket.com.sg/&lt;/a&gt;. MAY I JUST SAY THAT THIS SITE IS THE BOMB?! It not only caters to women, but to men as well, in terms or electronic devices, sports equipment and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful delight for the&amp;nbsp;being of the opposite sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you can see, it came in pretty good condition (though the box was kinda dent, and&amp;nbsp;I feared the worse for my TOMS). Plus, it only took about slightly more than a week. HOW CAN?! Why am I blessed with such amazing things? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I LOVE LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, I know&amp;nbsp;I am over reacting to such simple things. But, isn't life much more beautiful when you count what you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Online shopping has made life so much easier for us all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. Wide Variety&lt;/blockquote&gt;We get to have a great range, from cheapo 10 for $2 (I'm exaggerating if y'all wanna throw punches when you find out otherwise) to the branded LVs and Pradas. This serves people of all working classes, WE HAVE, NOW, EQUALITY AND WORLD PEACE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to choose from a great range of suppliers! So if this supplier sucks, we'd simply hop to the next and keep fingers crossed! But don't throw away! LOUSY CLOTHES ARE ALSO CLOTHES, people in third world countries have to wear banana leaves ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With such a wide diversity, basically what you want, you get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2. Convenience&lt;/blockquote&gt;What's better than sitting at home and shopping with such comfort? Don't have to squeeze with sweaty and smelly people in a shop. Or snatch with them over the last piece. Or have to queue for ages waiting to try on clothes. Or have to walk for long distances to get to different malls. Or spend extra money on food and drinks because you got hungry or thirsty while shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THIS. So easy, and hassle free! All you have to do is scroll, click and wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;3. Cheap&lt;/blockquote&gt;Okay, on top of the wide variety, the prices are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cheaper than in store!!!! I mean, if you don't wanna talk about shipping fees (which usually can be settled if you look for co-shipping, meaning buy in bulk). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the price, it's alright even if the item came to you in less than perfect condition and you decided that you don't really like it. This is not a loss at all (sure you feel cheated and all, but hey, it's $1.95, minus the walking, travelling fees and sweat). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you really&amp;nbsp;don't like it, you can wrap it up and give it to someone else, because it's new.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;AND IT'S CHEAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;4. This point is specifically for people with no credit cards, also&amp;nbsp;I would like to add that&amp;nbsp;I have no clue what title to give this point.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yes,&amp;nbsp;certain sites which requires shipping, n﻿eed credit cards. And if you don't have a credit card, there's always one person in your life called "Mom"! You can always seduce her interest in shopping,&amp;nbsp;get her to look at all the clothes, and when she wanna order, and you can now order along with her. DON'T EVEN HAVE TO PAY A DIME. CAN I HEAR A WHAAAAD. And you wanna know why she won't mind? Because, she's your mom, and also.... POINT 3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that being said, there's still some things which are best not to buy from the net, and that would be jeans, undergarments, and actually shoes (BUT IT'S TOMS! FOR &lt;u&gt;30 BUCKS&lt;/u&gt;!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I said this before, I LOVE LIFE. It's so wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not ignorant about the world, I just think that not everything in our lives should even be counted as a&amp;nbsp;problem.&amp;nbsp;There's&amp;nbsp;so many out there suffering, those are the&amp;nbsp;true problems of the&amp;nbsp;world. So, count your blessings. Even if you picked up a&amp;nbsp;coin, or have bird shit drop on you (be grateful that cows don't fly), or&amp;nbsp;if your dad&amp;nbsp;bought&amp;nbsp;Nutella instead of peanut butter.&amp;nbsp;Love life and it will love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-5104374791713434034?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5104374791713434034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=5104374791713434034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5104374791713434034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5104374791713434034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/10/best-things-about-online-shopping.html' title='The best things about online shopping'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9lQCTeQ4Mgo/TorDXLMRjuI/AAAAAAAAAro/IzP9Nez6Q9Y/s72-c/IMG_1278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-7817843111510200385</id><published>2011-10-03T22:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T15:43:28.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"It's the boring things, We remember most."</title><content type='html'>Just in case no one has a clue where that phrase came from, it's Russell, from the Disney Pixar Movie, Up. Which I expect everyone to know because it is a really really really good movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i914.photobucket.com/albums/ac350/sonik17_2010/up_russell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i914.photobucket.com/albums/ac350/sonik17_2010/up_russell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of me and bf's favourite movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes that quote basically summed up my day today. A reeeeeeeeally slow paced day at Khairul's house. But it felt like time passed very quickly, though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that boy skipped school today, I went over to accompany him to study. Well..... We conclude that we are horrible study buddies because we keep getting distracted. Was lazing around his entire house instead of really concentrating. Actually we concluded that a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got hungry so we decided to order macs. Which we ate while watching Fairy Odd Parents (yes yes, cartoons again, we are young at heart can?) I was stealing his chicken patty from his double macspicy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then took a nap. When I woke up I saw him sleeping, AWW HE LOOK LIKE A CAT. And I like catz. Well... Actually more like a bear, my bf stands at a whooping 181cm, and me, 154. STOP JUDGING MEEEEH. So the remaining 30mins was spent looking at him like a creepy stalker. And poking him....... And squeezing his pimples. Why he never wake up and punch me? I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we got back to studying, where I marked his maths paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND HELLO CAN I JUST ADD SOMETHING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a genius please. I scored a B3 for maths during o levels when I usually get a F9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick to this miracle, which shocks people till their shit turns green, is to, simply, do badly for the entire year, and just when they think all hope is lost for you, BAM!!!!!!! Give them a scare of their lifes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went home. I love simple days like these :) I am pretty low maintenance if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M LIKE THE COMPLETE PACKAGE OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yes I said I'm not a sappy mushy person but I still keep posting stuff about bf. Well, he makes me happy. And not a lot of people can make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's many things which I hate people to do, and he still does them and I am not even irritated. EXCUSE ME DID YOU CAST A SPELL ON ME? I am &lt;em&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/em&gt; irritated and he managed to make it seem cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough. Anyway life is awesome. I'm a budding dental student, and I cannot wait to graduate to start working and earning my own money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LIFE I AM FULL OF ASS FARCEY AND HOPE. is dis reel lyf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tally ho!&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/1045149473900359639-7817843111510200385?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7817843111510200385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=7817843111510200385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/7817843111510200385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/7817843111510200385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/10/boring-things.html' title='&quot;It&apos;s the boring things, We remember most.&quot;'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-549692394666486800</id><published>2011-09-25T12:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T12:44:46.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been too long</title><content type='html'>I suppose people stopped visiting already so it's finally time to get back here!!!!! I hate having the responsibility of looking out for people's feelings when I talk. Yeah yeah I know I should think before I talk but people should stop being such pussies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok kidding yoz. The main reason why I'm back is due to the blogger application on iPhone! So thankful for it, I do miss blogging.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, today is 25th September! Which means me and bf have been together for "officially" a year! Who says I have commitment issues huh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, surprise to sappy couples, we are not celebrating! Because we are cool like that! But, that doesn't mean we don't care what, celebration is just a formality, like how someone doesn't have to keep wearing their wedding bands to prove their faithfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I have this giant hatred towards mushiness. It's extremely revolting and I am so glad to have someone who can somewhat understand how I feel (other than Gladys). Heh heh. And right now, bf would prolly give me the fist bump of agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To infinity and beyond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-549692394666486800?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/549692394666486800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=549692394666486800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/549692394666486800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/549692394666486800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/09/it-has-been-too-long.html' title='It has been too long'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-3949469832845727993</id><published>2011-03-02T12:24:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T16:32:14.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's celebrate my BirthWEEK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;28-02-2011 - Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, the day actually started off in a shit hole because I had to wake up early in the morning to go for medical checkup; a requirement for polytechnic enrollment (what the fuck right?). So my mum and I got there at 10.30am and took a queue number which is freaking no. 254.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went down to DBS bank to get my somewhat birthday present, which was.......&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVrVbIjk9Ho/TW3azc32sJI/AAAAAAAAArA/7NR_gL3UK_E/s1600/IMG_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVrVbIjk9Ho/TW3azc32sJI/AAAAAAAAArA/7NR_gL3UK_E/s320/IMG_0395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579356090840559762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THIS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ATM card, LIKE FINALLY!!! With $500 dollars to start the ball rolling, from my mum. Have I ever mentioned that I love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to UOB to pay for my school fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was there, that my mum and I came up with the theory that,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; people who are bored will dig their noses.&lt;/span&gt; Because twice, we saw someone digging for a bear in their forest while queuing up. Seriously, no shame ah, you all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we settled all the payments and shit stuff, it was about 2. So we went back up to SATA. I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE THAT THE NUMBER WAS 250!!!!! Little did I know, that was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;registration&lt;/span&gt; only. CHEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my X-ray and blood test. The nurse was super nice because she knew I was a little jittery about having my blood drawn. It didn't help at all, that my blood flow was super slow. The process didn't hurt (I got super threshold for pain), but the aftermath was kinda uncomfortable because it felt like I got a bruise at that area, and I couldn't flex my arm for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:190%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEN COMES THE HELL PART&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;(but I felt better after I saw Hui Kiat because his number was 400+. Ahhhhh, I live on others' misery.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wait for the height and weight and urine test. I got so impatient and angry because I was suppose to meet Khairul and it was 3+ already. And all the other people in the room like fucking don't want to cooperate. Call their names so many times, they never appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HELLO YOUR HOUSE AH. YOU THINK ONLY GOT YOU IS IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst ones are those who are around and had their names called out, but &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WALK LIKE WANT TO STEP ALL THE ANTS LIKE THAT&lt;/span&gt;. I was glaring at them, willing them to move faster with my death stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mum was giving me suggestions like &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'Bi, you try pretend to faint, want?'&lt;/span&gt; or when the staff was calling out names, she was like&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;'Sorry, no such person. NEXT.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky got my mum, if not I will be even more irritated by the bunch of inconsiderate people there, and perhaps someone will be killed..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I was done with the check up it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;4.30&lt;/span&gt;. WHAT THE SHIT? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;6&lt;/u&gt; HOURS?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have never waited for so long in my life okay. My blood boils every time I remember the painful wait. I saw quite a few of my future school mates... &lt;span&gt;I REMEMBER YOUR FACE OK, I'LL MAKE SCHOOL HELL FOR YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the most FML part, I didn't take urine test because I was having my period -_________-&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I don't usually use 'FML' because my life is perfect to me. Don't use 'FML', people. Always remember that there is always someone who has it worse than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want, then just say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;FML = Fantastic My Life&lt;/span&gt;. So in this case, FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I quickly rush home to change so I can head out. On the way, I kinda directed my anger at my mum. I AM A BAD DAUGHTER!!!!!!! &lt;span id="result_box" class="short_text" lang="zh-CN"&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;我是个&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;不孝&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;女 :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND FINALLY! MET KHAIRUL!!!!!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmfLQCtq0Yg/TW3ZudQKg-I/AAAAAAAAAq4/zuDpRF3RCzk/s1600/IMG_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lmfLQCtq0Yg/TW3ZudQKg-I/AAAAAAAAAq4/zuDpRF3RCzk/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579354905531548642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At Fish&amp;amp;Co., as he promised!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, didn't take any pictures of our food because I am hungry. HUNGRY SHERYL = GRUMPY SHERYL. And you do not want grumpy me, because I am not nice when I am grumpy ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done with our meal, we headed to Shaw House McCafe to have dessert. Life with him will make me fat, I swear.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uL4zlrY8arQ/TW3Zt7uTImI/AAAAAAAAAqw/8a0HvsyIN38/s1600/IMG_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uL4zlrY8arQ/TW3Zt7uTImI/AAAAAAAAAqw/8a0HvsyIN38/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579354896531137122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just so you guys know, he finished all the cheesecake, NOT EVEN ONE BITE FOR ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING, I'd wrestle grizzly bears for cheesecake. HAHA. BEAR!!! (Inside joke!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRrLI4dXhBE/TW3Zts4nuoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/F9ATLHVGiRs/s1600/IMG_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TRrLI4dXhBE/TW3Zts4nuoI/AAAAAAAAAqo/F9ATLHVGiRs/s320/IMG_0312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579354892547897986" 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3GF4d8MIAe8/TW3ZteWzkwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/NuHDx7OxW7s/s1600/IMG_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3GF4d8MIAe8/TW3ZteWzkwI/AAAAAAAAAqg/NuHDx7OxW7s/s320/IMG_0313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579354888647971586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That boy trying to squeeze his pimple. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fail, dear, fail. Only I can squeeze your pimple successfully. Speaking of which, I wanna proudly say that, he is the only person who allows me to pop his pimples. The rest of you, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GO AND DIE FOR NOT ALLOWING ME OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack, my pimples cleared, I'm a pretty girl once more &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I always very pretty, but now PRETTIER)&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/-wJaDh3w-MxY/TW3ZtLgv74I/AAAAAAAAAqY/-ZOfKIYPHJs/s1600/IMG_0315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wJaDh3w-MxY/TW3ZtLgv74I/AAAAAAAAAqY/-ZOfKIYPHJs/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579354883589402498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrgsWZlVytE/TW3ZALAFN5I/AAAAAAAAAqI/eeF8AVpBAT4/s1600/IMG_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KrgsWZlVytE/TW3ZALAFN5I/AAAAAAAAAqI/eeF8AVpBAT4/s320/IMG_0322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579354110358271890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jy4N6JOWrNs/TW3Y_z7Q5AI/AAAAAAAAAqA/QvnGAcYpbOc/s1600/IMG_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jy4N6JOWrNs/TW3Y_z7Q5AI/AAAAAAAAAqA/QvnGAcYpbOc/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579354104164049922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjrFiXmJTIo/TW3Y_zhUR0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/No7M2iXUV1w/s1600/IMG_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sjrFiXmJTIo/TW3Y_zhUR0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/No7M2iXUV1w/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579354104055220034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pAu1M7F67fg/TW3Y_ospwzI/AAAAAAAAApw/1aSAypLhpa0/s1600/IMG_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pAu1M7F67fg/TW3Y_ospwzI/AAAAAAAAApw/1aSAypLhpa0/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579354101149975346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concludes the first day! Had to go home early because he got Physics test the next day (aww so sweet right, him!), but I am still a happy bitch! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;01-03-1994 - Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet up with Hannshen, Jaron (Birthday boy too!), Ming Hwei, and Phoebe! I dragged Khairul along! And all of us went to Admiralty Park's Sakura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food, mediocre but had one of the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;WORST&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; California Makis I have ever tasted... Ambience, not too bad, but smells like the zoo. Service, a little slow when clearing plates, but had nice staffs, except for one... Dude, wear a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were somewhat done with eating and sitting at the table were me, Jaron and Khairul. Suddenly, a kids' birthday song came on the speakers. And Khairul was like&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'Eh, it's someone's birthday.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So naturally, being the attention-seeking whore, I stood up and wave around proudly saying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;'IT'S ME, IT'S ME!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL GREAT. Because, it REALLY WAS FOR ME AND JARON!!! We saw Phoebe approaching, carrying a plate of little tiny cakes with candles on it. TOUCHED MUCH *wipes a tear*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYSWFYtuwLo/TW3YoT8sfPI/AAAAAAAAApo/pXzmYRr6GQw/s1600/IMG_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYSWFYtuwLo/TW3YoT8sfPI/AAAAAAAAApo/pXzmYRr6GQw/s320/IMG_0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579353700443127026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEVSd_3XKEI/TW3YoCu2qfI/AAAAAAAAApg/H7sUL-6D85I/s1600/IMG_0332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEVSd_3XKEI/TW3YoCu2qfI/AAAAAAAAApg/H7sUL-6D85I/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579353695821670898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JnQXIQ85HSI/TW3Yn42Q2CI/AAAAAAAAApY/AIs-3rbeaIc/s1600/IMG_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JnQXIQ85HSI/TW3Yn42Q2CI/AAAAAAAAApY/AIs-3rbeaIc/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579353693168392226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_df2GOm3xg/TW3Ynm5OBxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/SWc3y2LIxtU/s1600/IMG_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F_df2GOm3xg/TW3Ynm5OBxI/AAAAAAAAApQ/SWc3y2LIxtU/s320/IMG_0337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579353688348952338" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gghh8pTbPTI/TW3W47xamiI/AAAAAAAAApI/6viuLsA-Dfs/s1600/IMG_0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gghh8pTbPTI/TW3W47xamiI/AAAAAAAAApI/6viuLsA-Dfs/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579351786987887138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't understand this face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like as though he's telling people that I bully him. I DON'T OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nB1xq6U1I2k/TW3ShATqjLI/AAAAAAAAAn4/h0PRujyMeKE/s1600/IMG_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nB1xq6U1I2k/TW3ShATqjLI/AAAAAAAAAn4/h0PRujyMeKE/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579346977841908914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; bully him ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oaJeXcisubI/TW3W3xKDoHI/AAAAAAAAAow/hzYGFEEPSg8/s1600/IMG_0342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oaJeXcisubI/TW3W3xKDoHI/AAAAAAAAAow/hzYGFEEPSg8/s320/IMG_0342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579351766958579826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41UW4oy1KyU/TW3W3vSmJ7I/AAAAAAAAAoo/AKqHXT1To7s/s1600/IMG_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-41UW4oy1KyU/TW3W3vSmJ7I/AAAAAAAAAoo/AKqHXT1To7s/s320/IMG_0343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579351766457526194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4IGPfmOTQ6E/TW3U5saBsUI/AAAAAAAAAog/lCvTC9Ctmb0/s1600/IMG_0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4IGPfmOTQ6E/TW3U5saBsUI/AAAAAAAAAog/lCvTC9Ctmb0/s320/IMG_0344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579349601019867458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: I'd like to mention that Hann Shen fell off the chair. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Again&lt;/span&gt;. I'm not even gonna comment on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5Tml5f-A7k/TW3U5Z9luII/AAAAAAAAAoY/Gc_9ECSNAhU/s1600/IMG_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s5Tml5f-A7k/TW3U5Z9luII/AAAAAAAAAoY/Gc_9ECSNAhU/s320/IMG_0346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579349596068755586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IHXa4MDIUs0/TW3U5DKGwlI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/RO9an-8Q5aU/s1600/IMG_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IHXa4MDIUs0/TW3U5DKGwlI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/RO9an-8Q5aU/s320/IMG_0347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579349589947236946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFAKW-artOM/TW3U45so1lI/AAAAAAAAAoI/RGDd6kzHCzs/s1600/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bFAKW-artOM/TW3U45so1lI/AAAAAAAAAoI/RGDd6kzHCzs/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579349587407722066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJ9Y5GSZpqA/TW3U4YutHKI/AAAAAAAAAoA/51PA0bLedzg/s1600/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UJ9Y5GSZpqA/TW3U4YutHKI/AAAAAAAAAoA/51PA0bLedzg/s320/IMG_0350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579349578558020770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljdtAWim6ww/TW3Sgtj6JEI/AAAAAAAAAno/MuFBZvuaICI/s1600/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ljdtAWim6ww/TW3Sgtj6JEI/AAAAAAAAAno/MuFBZvuaICI/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579346972809765954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FB3ohySVhg4/TW3SgAsTprI/AAAAAAAAAng/2zJIbR3zESw/s1600/IMG_0354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FB3ohySVhg4/TW3SgAsTprI/AAAAAAAAAng/2zJIbR3zESw/s320/IMG_0354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579346960765396658" 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KUivltget9o/TW3Sf_xhedI/AAAAAAAAAnY/lj9wiFYM0ts/s1600/IMG_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KUivltget9o/TW3Sf_xhedI/AAAAAAAAAnY/lj9wiFYM0ts/s320/IMG_0356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579346960518838738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gluttony caught on tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KRn3gnAlZrQ/TW3P4WP65-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/jGV6hnlmwtE/s1600/IMG_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KRn3gnAlZrQ/TW3P4WP65-I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/jGV6hnlmwtE/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579344080333891554" 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/-lbG-4_BpX6I/TW3P4LELC2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/-QnoZ2YxMxQ/s1600/IMG_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lbG-4_BpX6I/TW3P4LELC2I/AAAAAAAAAnI/-QnoZ2YxMxQ/s320/IMG_0357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579344077331827554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; AW MINGHWEI SO PWETTAYE.......... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd totally date her if I'm a guy... Or lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the most exciting part........... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PRESENTS!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Something from Mango, from my Aunt (the one who bought my Gucci wallet!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlmOJBOq1SI/TW3P32DXUZI/AAAAAAAAAnA/PZZtt0-oPIM/s1600/IMG_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SlmOJBOq1SI/TW3P32DXUZI/AAAAAAAAAnA/PZZtt0-oPIM/s320/IMG_0359.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579344071691293074" 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDkCAvgJI4I/TW3P3TtbFmI/AAAAAAAAAm4/cqVGCUamL0w/s1600/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WDkCAvgJI4I/TW3P3TtbFmI/AAAAAAAAAm4/cqVGCUamL0w/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579344062472459874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IT'S A BAG! OMG SUPER &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&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/-z5NOjliKn_I/TW3P3EMRyMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Bf1p_bjzH6Y/s1600/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z5NOjliKn_I/TW3P3EMRyMI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Bf1p_bjzH6Y/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579344058306906306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And not a handbag only, it can be carried as a sling too! Happy bitch alert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rAOwZEB9U_A/TW3NOrFOpyI/AAAAAAAAAmE/Bhc6OecHoLE/s1600/IMG_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/-GvXM8P5lL_s/TW3NObfoagI/AAAAAAAAAl8/4gJPpo-L00E/s1600/IMG_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GvXM8P5lL_s/TW3NObfoagI/AAAAAAAAAl8/4gJPpo-L00E/s320/IMG_0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579341161164204546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Something from Swarovski, from another Aunt, who is not really blood related, but calls my grandma, 'Mum'. (my family has all these.... extensions, but I love my family, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;every single member&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--1Du52SBnt8/TW3NOE0CZ8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/-Y7ixlNLNHk/s1600/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--1Du52SBnt8/TW3NOE0CZ8I/AAAAAAAAAl0/-Y7ixlNLNHk/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579341155075778498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2julWmcjRc/TW3NN6xLRSI/AAAAAAAAAls/AG0tebImQZA/s1600/IMG_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i2julWmcjRc/TW3NN6xLRSI/AAAAAAAAAls/AG0tebImQZA/s320/IMG_0371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579341152379421986" 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/-XRWUI8y_9hI/TW3NNs_h9XI/AAAAAAAAAlk/tb_gxXpwCUk/s1600/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XRWUI8y_9hI/TW3NNs_h9XI/AAAAAAAAAlk/tb_gxXpwCUk/s320/IMG_0372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579341148681532786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you're thinking why the ribbon's so screwed, it's cause I pulled it by accident. Sheesh. Stop judging meh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DktrsFx9dk/TW3LSplWUvI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wZJNP67pweQ/s1600/IMG_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DktrsFx9dk/TW3LSplWUvI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wZJNP67pweQ/s320/IMG_0373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579339034642502386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;IT'S SWAROVSKI CRYSTAL EARRINGS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One pair is transparent and the other is pink. Just when I needed new earrings because I lost my Agnes B. ones at class chalet :( I love those very much......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Something from my Godma, from........ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess&lt;/span&gt; where? :D&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/-82E_V-PtQjQ/TW3LSd0u4OI/AAAAAAAAAlU/-TOEuVfx_N0/s1600/IMG_0374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-82E_V-PtQjQ/TW3LSd0u4OI/AAAAAAAAAlU/-TOEuVfx_N0/s320/IMG_0374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579339031485800674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W8KNDp9XFRI/TW3LSPW22ZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/vR_XwatjaHA/s1600/IMG_0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W8KNDp9XFRI/TW3LSPW22ZI/AAAAAAAAAlM/vR_XwatjaHA/s320/IMG_0376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579339027602397586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You faster &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess &lt;/span&gt;la!!!!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;HEHE. Ok lame. No, actually come to think of it, it's not lame. They can use this as their slogan. Like for their teasers for a new line of jewelery, they can go: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll have to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess&lt;/span&gt; it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They probably won't do it this way, because jewelery is serious shit. But I'm giving them rough ideas now. I deserve some copyrights. Unless this slogan was already used. In that case....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway! There was 2 sachets inside the wrapping paper. And the first was........&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/-xJUdKZFvAXU/TW3LR2V7PMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/utZIADpKYyo/s1600/IMG_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJUdKZFvAXU/TW3LR2V7PMI/AAAAAAAAAlE/utZIADpKYyo/s320/IMG_0377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579339020887604418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; bracelet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later people really think that purple is my favourite colour because I have purple iPhone casing and purple earpiece. When in actual fact, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; is my favourite colour. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;YELLLLLLLOW&lt;/span&gt; FTW. My skin colour looks unhealthy.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;TIME FOR A TAN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second sachet contained......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8unjRKbY_b0/TW3LRkOSiSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/edaJpARHEUE/s1600/IMG_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8unjRKbY_b0/TW3LRkOSiSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/edaJpARHEUE/s320/IMG_0379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579339016023738658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A necklace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artsy farsty shot, yes? *takes a bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A shirt from Ming Hwei, Hann Shen and Phoebe!&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/-TEpRozeKZXc/TW3JMzJuACI/AAAAAAAAAk0/R61riDJZp3c/s1600/IMG_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEpRozeKZXc/TW3JMzJuACI/AAAAAAAAAk0/R61riDJZp3c/s320/IMG_0384.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579336735108497442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I couldn't agree more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this shirt is so me! But, I'm confused. Shouldn't I be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Amazing x Awesome&lt;/span&gt;? Nonetheless I love the shirt. It's so............... ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all I received for my birthday presents. But I haven't showed you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;my favourite present of all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(it's actually a Christmas present but I never show off because I never blog during Christmas!!)&lt;/span&gt; I actually wore this on both my days out, if you noticed in the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's from my dear boy from..........&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/-WjmYl6EUCb8/TW3JMUZxvPI/AAAAAAAAAks/tf9oNXmocz8/s1600/IMG_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WjmYl6EUCb8/TW3JMUZxvPI/AAAAAAAAAks/tf9oNXmocz8/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579336726854352114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By Marciano&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARCIANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! As in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Paul Marciano&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; It's Guess's extension line and the items are only sold in selected Guess stores!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eMcydAIi9zA/TW3JL9y394I/AAAAAAAAAkk/DZ2VOcmpVVE/s1600/IMG_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eMcydAIi9zA/TW3JL9y394I/AAAAAAAAAkk/DZ2VOcmpVVE/s320/IMG_0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579336720785602434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so pretty!!!! Oh my god! It's like a diamond ring (if only my wedding ring is going to be this size....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXZ76z63THs/TW3JLmBrWcI/AAAAAAAAAkc/TVukZ6U7ICU/s1600/IMG_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXZ76z63THs/TW3JLmBrWcI/AAAAAAAAAkc/TVukZ6U7ICU/s320/IMG_0392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579336714405239234" 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://4.bp.blogspot.com/--dl1OiAREbM/TW3JLWQrhzI/AAAAAAAAAkU/fL1BvhLZilw/s1600/IMG_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--dl1OiAREbM/TW3JLWQrhzI/AAAAAAAAAkU/fL1BvhLZilw/s320/IMG_0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579336710173198130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;♥♥♥!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super love it! Because of my soft spot for gigantic sparkly typical-diamond-shaped things. And it's also from someone special!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there goof, remember this &lt;a href="http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-blog-is-officially-one-year-older.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;? It was a year back. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-3949469832845727993?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3949469832845727993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=3949469832845727993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3949469832845727993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3949469832845727993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/03/lets-celebrate-my-birthweek.html' title='Let&apos;s celebrate my BirthWEEK!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iVrVbIjk9Ho/TW3azc32sJI/AAAAAAAAArA/7NR_gL3UK_E/s72-c/IMG_0395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-1059681162434464967</id><published>2011-02-22T15:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T16:30:20.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My interests are so interesting.</title><content type='html'>Actually my interests are kinda mediocre, I didn't ask for anything interesting like a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt; since we're on this topic: why do people enjoy threesomes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it. It's like you can't grasp the attention of one person fully because the other person would be all around and doing shit to you what. SPEAKING OF SHIT, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF were they thinking when they filmed the video, 2 Girls 1 Cup?&lt;/span&gt; I mean, not like I've seen it, I only heard of it............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare you Google it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving back to my point,&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: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. KED'S SNEAKERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKAlHaRVQiY/TWNn2vfgtOI/AAAAAAAAAj8/PMw9gY8dy18/s1600/image.aspx.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKAlHaRVQiY/TWNn2vfgtOI/AAAAAAAAAj8/PMw9gY8dy18/s320/image.aspx.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576414953774036194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it has to be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! What are the odds of another colour looking better than &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Don't you just feel happy looking at this colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And very Asian what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if looking at it does not make you feel happy, then check this out.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ioXzJoS5cCA/TWNoBvsAKAI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xyRdWeFUm_U/s1600/CB1EF46E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ioXzJoS5cCA/TWNoBvsAKAI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xyRdWeFUm_U/s320/CB1EF46E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576415142804989954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You don't tell me you not happy when you see smiley okay! If that's the case, you're obviously not human BECAUSE SMILEYS ALWAYS MAKES PEOPLE FEEL BETTER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give you example.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask your crush if he wants to go catch a movie. And then he bluntly replies &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"Don't want la." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, you can go run into a knife that you accidently glued to the wall because why would you glue the knife to the wall on purpose? It's not like your crush was ever gonna reject you and you need a fast and effective way to get rid of your burning humiliation what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you imagine if he reply "Don't want la :)" It changes things a lot right! Some more, the conversation still can carry on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just a friendly advice, if your crush were to be so mean as to give you that sort of shitty reply, he's probably a dick and you should break up with him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(because you're dating him in your head, duh)&lt;/span&gt;. Guy should always be kind to girls! Since he's not kind to you, you shouldn't be too kind to him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your reply should be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sorry, send wrongly. LOL you're so funny, why would I wanna go out with you, you're hideous! The only time I'd go out with you is when I have dinner, so I can use those skinny arms of yours as toothpicks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BURN, BITCH BOY!!!&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;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. YELLOW DIAMONDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXORoGKYHOY/TWNn2THBrlI/AAAAAAAAAj0/wNhX2-ekdl8/s1600/vsmeshtote.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/-cjsC6SZAF4w/TWNn2BaQP5I/AAAAAAAAAjs/zTDj2Ka2IF8/s1600/yellow_diamond_116ring_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjsC6SZAF4w/TWNn2BaQP5I/AAAAAAAAAjs/zTDj2Ka2IF8/s320/yellow_diamond_116ring_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576414941403955090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY FUTURE ENGAGEMENT RING OK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. I have this weakness for freaking sparkly things. I think I was a magpie in my last life and I was the reason why people are always missing jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Diamonds are a girl's bestfriend."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WHOEVER CAME UP WITH THIS QUOTE, DESERVES A BIG FAT KISS.&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: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. FRIED OREOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/-laUEUirbNn8/TWNn1wGR-4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/LfG7YVEx94k/s1600/fried-oreo-macro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-laUEUirbNn8/TWNn1wGR-4I/AAAAAAAAAjk/LfG7YVEx94k/s320/fried-oreo-macro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576414936756779906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YES, YOU READ RIGHT, FRIED OREOS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks fucking delicious alright. Oreo itself is like a heavenly snack, it's like God's poop. And now, it's fried? WHO THE FUCK IS THE GENIUS WHO CAME UP WITH THIS? Now &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; person deserves a big fat kiss, sprinkled with little pink sugar heart!!&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: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. OREO MILKSHAKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3asfYTkQhOs/TWNn16MdskI/AAAAAAAAAjc/N0CTcaONvsE/s1600/OREO_Milk_Shake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3asfYTkQhOs/TWNn16MdskI/AAAAAAAAAjc/N0CTcaONvsE/s320/OREO_Milk_Shake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576414939467067970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What would go better with fried oreos than oreo milkshake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. If fried Oreo was God's poop, then Oreo milkshake must be God's pee. I'd make them both the item of my worship!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and that concludes the post of the day. And I must wrap this post up with an important announcement!&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;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MY BIRTHWEEK IS COMING!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; (Yes, birthweek because, clearly, a day is not enough to celebrate my awesomeness.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ioXzJoS5cCA/TWNoBvsAKAI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xyRdWeFUm_U/s1600/CB1EF46E.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-1059681162434464967?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1059681162434464967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=1059681162434464967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1059681162434464967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1059681162434464967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-interests-are-so-interesting.html' title='My interests are so interesting.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKAlHaRVQiY/TWNn2vfgtOI/AAAAAAAAAj8/PMw9gY8dy18/s72-c/image.aspx.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-3688502252640589269</id><published>2011-02-16T12:06:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:02:50.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like all Jessica-s are pretty and hot!!!</title><content type='html'>And what better proof is there, other than &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jessica Serfaty&lt;/span&gt;, America's Next Top Model Cycle 14's top 5?&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2QN8o_Lg0k/TVtNykpPEzI/AAAAAAAAAjM/GTnAX3iCqg8/s1600/Jessica_Serfaty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2QN8o_Lg0k/TVtNykpPEzI/AAAAAAAAAjM/GTnAX3iCqg8/s320/Jessica_Serfaty2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574134495026549554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG THOSE EYES. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping that she would win because she look so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHIO + CUTE + HOT&lt;/span&gt;. And I've always known that no one is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, a woman could be drop dead gorgeous, but her figure is BLEGH. Or she could have the perfect figure and when you see her face you'd be like ....... Or when she could have both figure and features, she had to be a transvestite/has HORRENDOUS attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jessica Serfaty, she's a whole different story. She's like the total package!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0BcD8bHECxQ/TVtNr44xbbI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oaDCi6vGlQo/s1600/38173_447641116014_781461014_6176648_5142865_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0BcD8bHECxQ/TVtNr44xbbI/AAAAAAAAAi0/oaDCi6vGlQo/s320/38173_447641116014_781461014_6176648_5142865_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574134380201340338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SEE, SHE PULLED OFF LOOKING GORGEOUS IN THE FIRST PICTURE, AND NOW SHE LOOKS SEXY. WTF. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So unfair right! And why her hair have to be so perfect. Voluminous + long and flowy. And she has those super pretty eyes and her nose is the perfect size, situated nicely, and her lips are small yet full and pouty. And don't even get me started on her teeth!!!! The ratio of her face is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like she has the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Golden Ratio face&lt;/span&gt;. Everything is in the right proportion and in the perfect place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you guys were going to say that she's a transvestite, or has those shitty stuck up attitudes, well, you couldn't be more wrong.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GHKqzLqrOCU/TVtNyTkLvzI/AAAAAAAAAjE/g2Uc1QtiQ1A/s1600/Jessica%2BSerfaty3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GHKqzLqrOCU/TVtNyTkLvzI/AAAAAAAAAjE/g2Uc1QtiQ1A/s320/Jessica%2BSerfaty3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574134490441957170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you can see, she has a kid. Transvestite? I think not!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's only 19 now? And her kid's 2 years old. She got married at 17 because she was pregnant at 16. HELLO TEEN MOM. And not those bratty ones like on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16 And Pregnant&lt;/span&gt;. She still has this bubbly and cheerful personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about her personality you may ask. I always believe in the fact that a smile always shows your personality. It's like those evil witches always have this sinister smile. And those super nice people have this happy and innocent smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, don't judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! CAN TELL ONE LOR. There's always a hint of something something one. Like this person may be evil but his eyes gives off a hint of kindness/ this person may be a saint but his eyes gives off a hint of self-centered-ness. BLABLABLA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm serious. It works that way. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Your smile's like your aura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;", said wise old me. And also, her kid looks pretty happy with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIDETRACK:&lt;/span&gt; HOLD ON TO ME, PEOPLE, OR I MIGHT JUST GO KIDNAP THAT KID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when you think Jessica Serfaty couldn't get anymore perfect......&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;&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obGTW2vcVjM/TVtNrygFrwI/AAAAAAAAAi8/OjhacFvWhwg/s1600/ModelJessica_Vespa_60438045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-obGTW2vcVjM/TVtNrygFrwI/AAAAAAAAAi8/OjhacFvWhwg/s320/ModelJessica_Vespa_60438045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574134378487197442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAMMMMM!!! A figure that kills.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out those curves! And her slender arms, and not to mention her fat-free mile-long legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, guys can go jizz in your pants and girls can go and cry into your pillow and whine about why life is so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if one Jessica is not enough, let's bring the perspective back to somewhere closer to our hearts, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ASIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, the Asia Jessica!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&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;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HS5_t-iv-Po/TVtNrpb0xwI/AAAAAAAAAis/FDHTYA4PkOg/s1600/jessica-rundevilrun-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HS5_t-iv-Po/TVtNrpb0xwI/AAAAAAAAAis/FDHTYA4PkOg/s320/jessica-rundevilrun-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574134376053393154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TADA!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3BY5H0e9u4/TVtNrYMZNtI/AAAAAAAAAik/yAENe3O1kGw/s1600/jessica_run_devil_run__23112010192005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3BY5H0e9u4/TVtNrYMZNtI/AAAAAAAAAik/yAENe3O1kGw/s320/jessica_run_devil_run__23112010192005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574134371425269458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3IFpkn8MKdA/TVtNrCvE3hI/AAAAAAAAAic/VkRoa7n36Ug/s1600/snsd_indiv_jessica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3IFpkn8MKdA/TVtNrCvE3hI/AAAAAAAAAic/VkRoa7n36Ug/s320/snsd_indiv_jessica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574134365665156626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing much to say about her, because I think she's mediocre compared to Jessica Serfaty, but still, it's undeniable that she's pretty and hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would like to point out the fact that she's from a Korean girl group, SNSD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk about the possibilities of plastic surgery now, shall we? I will not breathe a single word...................................&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 style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JUST KIDDING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DdRtAkGhcps/TVtWTpqWAoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/yUFm9eh6qCk/s1600/SNSD_Jessica_Plastic_Surgery_12032010062009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DdRtAkGhcps/TVtWTpqWAoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/yUFm9eh6qCk/s320/SNSD_Jessica_Plastic_Surgery_12032010062009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574143859402080898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knock yourself out, homeboys!&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/1045149473900359639-3688502252640589269?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3688502252640589269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=3688502252640589269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3688502252640589269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3688502252640589269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/02/its-like-all-jessicas-are-pretty-and.html' title='It&apos;s like all Jessica-s are pretty and hot!!!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k2QN8o_Lg0k/TVtNykpPEzI/AAAAAAAAAjM/GTnAX3iCqg8/s72-c/Jessica_Serfaty2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-3118753785834359866</id><published>2011-02-07T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T22:26:07.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>Okay this is a super late post because Your Highness has been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, I was just bored of blogger. PSH. Anyway, it's the Lunar New Year already! That means alot of angbao. AHHA. SUCK IT UP, MARRIED PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this year, I don't really feel the festive mood. Mainly because my mum and my dad are such lazy asses and refuse to bring me around, instead they plop at their friends' houses and mahjong all the way. WHAT NERVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I kinda start off the New Year on the wrong foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the 5th day of New Year and my buddies were over! Gosh, I miss them so much. It has been so long since I saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm planning to rob Jaron, because he's loaded. His job is so fucking simple. HE CAN EVEN WORK FROM HOME AND HE GETS HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS FOR CLOSING A DEAL. The fuck? And there we poor souls are out there putting our lifes on the line at the battlefield earning what meager amounts, barely enough to bring bread to the table at home..... JUST KIDDING. But along that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was kinda happy when they were here. We didn't do much, but still it was like a rare time together. I guess after awhile we won't see each other again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after they left, I don't even know what to do. I guess you can't keep whatever problems you are facing, out of your mind for too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-3118753785834359866?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3118753785834359866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=3118753785834359866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3118753785834359866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3118753785834359866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2011/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-1063952290566751203</id><published>2010-12-18T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T10:31:52.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters Inc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TQydM0UX4-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/OKsdxmTmyWI/s1600/tumblr_l4qknn8QfD1qziyd9o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TQydM0UX4-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/OKsdxmTmyWI/s400/tumblr_l4qknn8QfD1qziyd9o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551985284169065442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TQydMpthfbI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ST3SkPk7twE/s1600/tumblr_l4qkmfmrfa1qziyd9o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TQydMpthfbI/AAAAAAAAAiA/ST3SkPk7twE/s400/tumblr_l4qkmfmrfa1qziyd9o1_500.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551985281321762226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWWWWWWWWWWWW :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how we came into each other's lives with no 'hello',&lt;br /&gt;There'll be no 'goodbye'.&lt;br /&gt;We'll just leave quietly and fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Just like how we slowly crept into this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-1063952290566751203?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1063952290566751203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=1063952290566751203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1063952290566751203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1063952290566751203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/12/monsters-inc.html' title='Monsters Inc.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TQydM0UX4-I/AAAAAAAAAiI/OKsdxmTmyWI/s72-c/tumblr_l4qknn8QfD1qziyd9o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-4067060475522672029</id><published>2010-11-21T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:00:53.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - Your Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TOkdfGj-gVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/R-fOQgoi57Y/s1600/633515856151661139-Parenthood-Stupid-Parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TOkdfGj-gVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/R-fOQgoi57Y/s400/633515856151661139-Parenthood-Stupid-Parents.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541993236630765906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my parents!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen people struggling with communication problems with their parents, but I'm glad that's not on my list of problems. (Actually, I don't really have problems. Maybe with money..... Hm..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since young, I've always been able to talk to them about everything under the sun. And that made me grateful because this taught me how to be a better person. Our communicating showed me that, whatever they do, they do for us and they do it unconditionally at that. There is nothing in this world you can ever do to repay them for their endless love. So I guess you just gotta do your part and be a good kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all learning, them to be better parents and us to be better kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how some people go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;'MY PARENTS DON'T UNDERSTAND ME', 'THEY HATE ME', 'I HATE THEM'&lt;/span&gt;. Unless you have some pretty good reasons like your dad raped you or something, if not, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't even done your part in understanding them, while they, who slog their entire lives away trying to provide you comfort, have to understand you? Weird right you. Do what you can first before finding fault with others. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR PARENTS SOMEMORE&lt;/span&gt;. You know what you can do? Run yourself into a knife ten times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hate you? Really? Then what for they bother with you. You fail your exams? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FAIL LA.&lt;/span&gt; You come home late? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;COME LA&lt;/span&gt;. You get wasted and laid. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GET LA&lt;/span&gt;. You think I care if I hate you? So, conclusion, you're stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate them? Go screw yourself. I have nothing to say to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think, even though they may sometimes be unreasonable, it's still okay because they'll be only ones who will stick with you throughout your ups and downs and tolerate your shitass attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So show some love people. *hugs kiss smooches dives right in whatever*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-4067060475522672029?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4067060475522672029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=4067060475522672029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4067060475522672029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4067060475522672029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-your-parents.html' title='Day 3 - Your Parents'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TOkdfGj-gVI/AAAAAAAAAhw/R-fOQgoi57Y/s72-c/633515856151661139-Parenthood-Stupid-Parents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6332962622180165788</id><published>2010-11-17T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:20:47.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Your Crush</title><content type='html'>What you mean crush? I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is a boyfriend a crush? Because I think a boyfriend is not a crush. Okay whatever. Babbling ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for dance. The whole time we were waiting and waiting for our turn. Freaking pisseddddddd. I hate waiting. For anything or anybody. I know people always wait for me and stuff, but that's because I HAVE LESSER PATIENCE THAN YOU GUYS. So go fuck a sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow's prom! Let's rollout!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6332962622180165788?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6332962622180165788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6332962622180165788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6332962622180165788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6332962622180165788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2-your-crush.html' title='Day 2 - Your Crush'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6821175722670162564</id><published>2010-11-16T11:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:12:01.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - Your Best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&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;Your Best Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a lucky bitch. I have 4 best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gladys Ng Hyun Jung&lt;br /&gt;I've known you since Primary 2, but never really knew you existed till Primary 5. I guess we hit off pretty well. Throughout all these years, we've never had an arguement, maybe cause we're alike in so many ways and our characters compliment each other.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember all the troubles we went through together in primary school (with teachers, name in BETA system nonsense, disciplinary stuff, cutting classes, getting Ming Quan and company punished for what was actually our fault), joining all the performances even though it was the year of PSLE and more.&lt;br /&gt;You gave me alot of good advices and I've learnt alot from you. I think if I never know you, I might not be like this today, I would have been led astray or something.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to have a best friend like you. Because I know I can rely on you, tell you things and still be assured that you won't judge me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vivian Ang Li Qi&lt;br /&gt;My secondary school buddy since Secondary 1. How did we get close ah? Someone whom I love as a shopping buddy. I love how we can always talk about everything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I still remember when I was going through a rough patch in Sec 2, and you tried to accompany me around and stood up for me, end up you got into some problems, but lucky got Yuting (I think you know what I'm talking about).&lt;br /&gt;Even though recently we've been busy with our own stuff and hardly go down for recess together anymore, we still hit off pretty well, like we never drift at all. "Best friends don't need to constantly talk to be best friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Liang Ming Hwei&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting beside you for 3 whole years. Seriously, I think the class will be quiet without our laughters. Like when we laugh at Mr Chong's butt and our wild imaginations and you dragging your feet everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the first time I had a break down in school and you were like "WALAO EH, WHICH BASTARD MAKE YOU CRY". And when I got hurt, you lugged my bag around, helped me and all.&lt;br /&gt;And today, we just celebrated your birthday. I hoped you had fun! With the steamboat and the mahjong and the cake baking and the free hug program, where by you were utterly embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss lessons with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ng Hann Shen&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you're the only one in this world who can stand my constant insults. I'm sorry if I insult you every minute of the day, and make you feel self conscious (I know I'm good at making people feel pathetic about themselves). You're the most patient person with me and even if I'm selfish sometimes, you'd just let me have my way.&lt;br /&gt;I know you sometimes get fed up with me, but you'll just let it go instantaneously when I do something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I am also sorry for ruining your fundamentals to physics because of my endless chatter/ word competitions/ doodlings during physics lesson. Just to let you know, I don't really mean my insults. Like when I say you're stupid, ugly, gross and will give birth to fat jiggly kids with bowl-shaped hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am a lucky bitch. Some people don't have a best friend, most have 1, but I have 4.&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/1045149473900359639-6821175722670162564?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6821175722670162564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6821175722670162564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6821175722670162564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6821175722670162564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-1-your-best-friend.html' title='Day 1 - Your Best Friend'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6760474443956275728</id><published>2010-11-04T19:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:56:20.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKW0A63pGI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5DkyTdlzOxE/s1600/tumblr_laqar8HVMd1qa2uxeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKW0A63pGI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5DkyTdlzOxE/s400/tumblr_laqar8HVMd1qa2uxeo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535652712336041058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this is kinda lame. WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY JUST SAY LA. It's like you're breaking up already, no need to spare the other person's feelings what. It's gonna crush him/her anyway, (provided he/she cares that much in the first place) so might as well pop the last hopes hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but I think I have evil running through my veins. *peace sign*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND I SAW SOMETHING SO UBERLY CUTE. I REALLY LIKE 'UP' THE MOVIE SO THIS IS SO CUTE. It's an Up-themed engagement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKWzjtXu8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/B9WudoYYXgE/s1600/disney_pixar_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKWzjtXu8I/AAAAAAAAAhA/B9WudoYYXgE/s400/disney_pixar_up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535652704494795714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKYTfLImnI/AAAAAAAAAho/11-BbJL8HfA/s1600/amazing_engagement_session.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKWzMJ26jI/AAAAAAAAAgw/FqyIlwX6bcs/s1600/wildflowers_photography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKWzMJ26jI/AAAAAAAAAgw/FqyIlwX6bcs/s400/wildflowers_photography.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535652698171828786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKWzX6fusI/AAAAAAAAAg4/chvAFCNaV4U/s1600/amazing_engagement_session.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKWzX6fusI/AAAAAAAAAg4/chvAFCNaV4U/s400/amazing_engagement_session.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535652701328620226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ohmygod! They even paid attention to the grape soda badge! I am tempted to sprinkle the person who came up with this idea, with tons of pink sparkly hearts!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKXTQqhY5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/ZLa-Ydj_vyo/s1600/unique_engagement_shoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKXTQqhY5I/AAAAAAAAAhY/ZLa-Ydj_vyo/s400/unique_engagement_shoot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535653249138385810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKYTO8l7KI/AAAAAAAAAhg/s7AnNvRRdCs/s1600/ballon_engagement_shoot1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKYTO8l7KI/AAAAAAAAAhg/s7AnNvRRdCs/s400/ballon_engagement_shoot1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535654348188937378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKWz1-ZAdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ztEc7bbVYLE/s1600/tumblr_laj1fs4cFA1qa2uxeo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKWz1-ZAdI/AAAAAAAAAhI/ztEc7bbVYLE/s400/tumblr_laj1fs4cFA1qa2uxeo1_400.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535652709398020562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is so true. People use the word 'love' too easily sometimes, and I wanna barf when I see it because obviously, that's not frigging love and what do they know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I see the ah lians post all the stupid stuff like:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; OMG I LURBSZX MY DAR SO MUCHH WORSXZ&lt;/span&gt;, and I'll be like *rolls eyes* and proceed to think, "Excuse me sweetheart, while I shit in your face"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidetrack:&lt;br /&gt;I should stop making fun of people's embarrassing moments. I think karma's coming round. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6760474443956275728?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6760474443956275728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6760474443956275728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6760474443956275728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6760474443956275728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/11/unexpected.html' title='The unexpected'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TNKW0A63pGI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5DkyTdlzOxE/s72-c/tumblr_laqar8HVMd1qa2uxeo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-5905856254128345218</id><published>2010-10-21T10:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:46:44.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This looks unorthodox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TL-nxC__LRI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cIxZnEd1nJo/s1600/tumblr_laknieJFZV1qboxvdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TL-nxC__LRI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cIxZnEd1nJo/s400/tumblr_laknieJFZV1qboxvdo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530323328494939410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold! Purple NUTELLA. Oh my god, it just looks like a pool of evil. Like Doofensmirtz. What? I'm a Phineas and Ferb fan. So pardon me relating those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="caption"&gt;"This Wednesday, in remembrance of the gay’s who took their lives  and to help spread awareness of homophobic bullying, the Nutella  Corporation has decided to launch a new limited edition line of purple  colored Nutella products”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaaaaaaaaaay. So. Yeap. Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants pie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-5905856254128345218?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5905856254128345218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=5905856254128345218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5905856254128345218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5905856254128345218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-looks-unorthodox.html' title='This looks unorthodox'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TL-nxC__LRI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cIxZnEd1nJo/s72-c/tumblr_laknieJFZV1qboxvdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-820645820655532547</id><published>2010-10-05T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:44:41.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey there! Surprise!</title><content type='html'>BET YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T GOING TO POST IT. Or you already know that I will and you are just pretending to accept that I won't but actually you're testing to see if I would, which you know I would, RIGHT?! Nyaha nyaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just glad you're always by my side when I'm complaining and whatnot. YOU ARE FRIGGING CUTE I CANNOT STAND IT IT'S LIKE OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With what little time we have left, I hope that unhappy moments will be lesser. 24 hours is barely enough to be happy, why waste time being sad. And stop blaming yourself. Be forward looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I don't know what else to say. Everything else is already written down and you can read it anytime, ALTHOUGH YOU LOST THE FIRST LETTER, THANKS ALOT. I hope you're ashamed hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know..............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TKsqQ4p9geI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TYWbn_Lpso4/s1600/tumblr_l7srix2nRN1qa2uxeo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TKsqQ4p9geI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TYWbn_Lpso4/s400/tumblr_l7srix2nRN1qa2uxeo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524555837474701794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-820645820655532547?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/820645820655532547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=820645820655532547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/820645820655532547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/820645820655532547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/10/hey-there-surprise.html' title='Hey there! Surprise!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TKsqQ4p9geI/AAAAAAAAAgg/TYWbn_Lpso4/s72-c/tumblr_l7srix2nRN1qa2uxeo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-4545758237375252411</id><published>2010-09-14T11:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T13:03:49.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I spend my time looking for people's embarrassments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8Ajcy18VI/AAAAAAAAAgY/UAIMyp6UDdM/s1600/last-photo05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8Ajcy18VI/AAAAAAAAAgY/UAIMyp6UDdM/s400/last-photo05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516628677577011538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8AimHwAnI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/EMf7Y4qc-3Y/s1600/last-photo14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8AimHwAnI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/EMf7Y4qc-3Y/s400/last-photo14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516628662900753010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMG. I swear, this is scary. Seconds from death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8AV3sftmI/AAAAAAAAAgI/xPkhRPrX4F0/s1600/last-photo17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 254px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8AV3sftmI/AAAAAAAAAgI/xPkhRPrX4F0/s400/last-photo17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516628444279977570" 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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8AVYj3bKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/BUxKnT1HOAA/s1600/last-photo25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8AVYj3bKI/AAAAAAAAAgA/BUxKnT1HOAA/s400/last-photo25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516628435922283682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess what's running through the guy's mind. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8AVFZnMUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/W82JxzrIVjA/s1600/right-moment08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8AVFZnMUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/W82JxzrIVjA/s400/right-moment08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516628430779003202" 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8AUuY5fdI/AAAAAAAAAfw/c4hGM6wCTU8/s1600/right-moment10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8AUuY5fdI/AAAAAAAAAfw/c4hGM6wCTU8/s400/right-moment10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516628424601992658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAAHA. MADE MY DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8AT4uA-FI/AAAAAAAAAfo/aQ21tRzlqzk/s1600/surfing-but-not-the-internet01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8AT4uA-FI/AAAAAAAAAfo/aQ21tRzlqzk/s400/surfing-but-not-the-internet01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516628410195048530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's awesome. Tomorrow's Physics paper, what am I doing here? WALAO EH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-4545758237375252411?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4545758237375252411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=4545758237375252411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4545758237375252411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4545758237375252411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-spend-my-time-looking-for-peoples.html' title='I spend my time looking for people&apos;s embarrassments'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TI8Ajcy18VI/AAAAAAAAAgY/UAIMyp6UDdM/s72-c/last-photo05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-2360390601682286200</id><published>2010-08-18T08:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:11:25.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Angelina Jolie 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TGsvfji7NJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/bjP3nyxjeus/s1600/Picktwo-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TGsvfji7NJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/bjP3nyxjeus/s400/Picktwo-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506547188554740882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Took this from &lt;a href="http://www.sellmeyourheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yuling's&lt;/a&gt; blog. HEY BIMBO, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;. Told ya I read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... pick two huh. I'D PICK 'GOOD' AND 'LOOKING'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason being, I just messed my face up from PE yesterday. WELL, TO ME IT'S MESSED UP. Now I have these fuckass swollen lips, so swollen, that if I paint them white, they'll look like marshmallows. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;UGH. I HATE MARSHMALLOWS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No, just kidding, I actually love marshmallows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take this as a blessing in disguise because I can't really eat now, SAY YAY, I'm going on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EFFECTIVE&lt;/span&gt; diet, and I have 3 days mc. I am not going to school with this face of mine, hell, I'm not even gonna leave my house for more than 200m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I AM TOUCHED BY THE CARE AND CONCERN SHOWERED BY ALL MY PEOPLE. (This is the time when imaginary audiences in my head go 'AWWWWWWWW'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Pick Two huh. I'm abandoning 'Intelligence'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may think I'm so shallow and everything. But in my defence, I'd like to see you guys getting married when you're smart and ugly, or smart and psychologically thwarted. See, intelligence not very important what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-2360390601682286200?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2360390601682286200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=2360390601682286200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2360390601682286200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2360390601682286200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-angelina-jolie-2.html' title='I&apos;m Angelina Jolie 2.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TGsvfji7NJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/bjP3nyxjeus/s72-c/Picktwo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-2758034254846848695</id><published>2010-08-09T22:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:49:07.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, my name is self-obsessed.</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/_hc-S8t68E24/TGAUzPYT5nI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/q0l93_11UQI/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TGAUzPYT5nI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/q0l93_11UQI/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503421615181129330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is you, you are a bicycle.&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;/div&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/_hc-S8t68E24/TGAUy2N_5eI/AAAAAAAAAfI/fotBFITtkKM/s1600/fe4ea3ed3b42a013c3b1cf0c17020c9e.wix_mp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TGAUy2N_5eI/AAAAAAAAAfI/fotBFITtkKM/s400/fe4ea3ed3b42a013c3b1cf0c17020c9e.wix_mp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503421608426989026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me, I am a Ducati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I'M BETTER THAN YOU.&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/1045149473900359639-2758034254846848695?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2758034254846848695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=2758034254846848695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2758034254846848695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2758034254846848695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-my-name-is-self-obsessed.html' title='Hi, my name is self-obsessed.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TGAUzPYT5nI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/q0l93_11UQI/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-520925809517650386</id><published>2010-08-06T11:28:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T11:38:22.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O M G.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TFuBYAAxVCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/HNUXZjLHYLw/s1600/tumblr_l6k4k08rbg1qa2uxeo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502133619083269154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TFuBYAAxVCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/HNUXZjLHYLw/s400/tumblr_l6k4k08rbg1qa2uxeo1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would like to own this shoe collection. Can you see that all these heels can actually give a boost to my height? I would really need that. Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love, Sheryl, your beloved.&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;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I AM SO FUCKING BORED, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I WANT TO GO AND FART IN A SHOEBOX&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FUCK THIS SHIT SENSELESS. YOU CANNOT FATHOM THE IMMENSITY OF HOW I AM SO FLYING FUCKISHLY BORED. I'm gonna go chew on my shoes _l_&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-520925809517650386?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/520925809517650386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=520925809517650386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/520925809517650386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/520925809517650386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-m-g.html' title='O M G.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TFuBYAAxVCI/AAAAAAAAAfA/HNUXZjLHYLw/s72-c/tumblr_l6k4k08rbg1qa2uxeo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-1403149861946370019</id><published>2010-07-16T16:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T14:14:35.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumblr's interesting.</title><content type='html'>I think Tumblr's so damn interesting! IT'S LIKE THE THINGS THERE ARE SO TRUE. And it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR EXAMPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494747223507711714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TEFDfMO9tuI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/F9IY7ApL190/s400/34336_1500459837186_1404878371_1371997_714986_n.jpg" /&gt;Doing a pretty darn good job, Logan Lerman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 356px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494747206950199186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TEFDeOjWH5I/AAAAAAAAAd4/0DtQsbCmtSs/s400/tumblr_l3nxm4UE6Z1qa4iwro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt; times a KAZILLION.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494747209078563634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TEFDeWeyYzI/AAAAAAAAAeA/qoCikom7RkM/s400/tumblr_l0n7b9PmzW1qb1l2co1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I showed my mum this, and she swore if I pulled this on her, she'd set me into a forest and hunt me down like open season on antelopes. When she caught me, she'd skin me alive and hang my head on the wall as a trophy. Pretty great mum I have here, don't I? *winks nudges coughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494747547862058402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TEFDyEjERaI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Oqj8sQPY2NE/s400/30208_1477169334938_1404878371_1305642_857827_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494747545811975666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TEFDx86SffI/AAAAAAAAAew/pGVAS4Q9cpg/s400/30208_1477193095532_1404878371_1305677_3210661_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kinda makes me wonder what is more important in a guy. The ability to make you laugh, or the ability to never make you cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494747531907428706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TEFDxJHL8WI/AAAAAAAAAeg/5OxCsf2CKGA/s400/30208_1477250376964_1404878371_1305758_6565384_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494747521166742962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TEFDwhGaFbI/AAAAAAAAAeY/QmuFgEQVTaA/s400/30208_1477537504142_1404878371_1306289_7343172_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494747540813333074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TEFDxqShQlI/AAAAAAAAAeo/orLHojv760M/s400/30208_1477229816450_1404878371_1305737_6212260_n.jpg" /&gt;HEHE. I like the way you think, zombie. GORBACHEV BUUUGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494747218292239538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TEFDe4zf7LI/AAAAAAAAAeI/3neKthGTpIU/s400/37320_1500415116068_1404878371_1371890_6014950_n.jpg" /&gt;AND OH MY GOSH AT THIS. Guess this kinda shows that Amy Winehouse was a nutcase since young. I wonder how does Lady Gaga's look like *excited face*! And holy smokes, whatever happened to Robert Pattinson now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TEFDdpTc11I/AAAAAAAAAdw/fWJHhIbRxXk/s1600/tumblr_l0583wVWLV1qaegdto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494747196951418706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TEFDdpTc11I/AAAAAAAAAdw/fWJHhIbRxXk/s400/tumblr_l0583wVWLV1qaegdto1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494415684718047970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TEAV9F_0MuI/AAAAAAAAAdg/FQe7gydlVDI/s400/haha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494416353540303618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TEAWkBjd6wI/AAAAAAAAAdo/7_HYn5dI110/s400/heart+throb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Russell, my lover! HEHEHE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEART/LIKE/ADORE/LOVE/WORSHIP/IDOLIZE/FANCY/GAVE MY HEART&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; YOU, MY WILDERNESS EXPLORER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/1045149473900359639-1403149861946370019?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1403149861946370019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=1403149861946370019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1403149861946370019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1403149861946370019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/07/ohmydear-tumblrs-interesting.html' title='Tumblr&apos;s interesting.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TEFDfMO9tuI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/F9IY7ApL190/s72-c/34336_1500459837186_1404878371_1371997_714986_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-8714172136843879123</id><published>2010-06-17T19:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T19:33:42.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for pure fun!</title><content type='html'>Anyone interested in getting that iPad thingamajinggie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you'll need this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TBoEbPbm3dI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YiywkjxD9KE/s1600/c8513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TBoEbPbm3dI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YiywkjxD9KE/s320/c8513.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483700362322304466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pretty good at hitching a ride on the waves, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Just to grumble to the rest of this Earth, I have tons of unfinished homework and I have everything in this world to blame. DAMN YOU, DISTRACTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I think my love for me just grew. JUST KIDDING. No, seriously.&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/1045149473900359639-8714172136843879123?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8714172136843879123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=8714172136843879123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8714172136843879123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8714172136843879123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-for-pure-fun.html' title='Just for pure fun!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TBoEbPbm3dI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YiywkjxD9KE/s72-c/c8513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6395552746788645177</id><published>2010-06-11T12:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T12:51:41.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BUSY DANCE SCHEDULE JUST ENDED.</title><content type='html'>Let's go grab a champagne and crack someone's skull! With the champagne bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I am gonna miss my bitches. I SUPER LOVE OUR BITCHING SESSIONS. Bitching is in our blood. *waves like a maniac and proceeds to give a middle finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh my gaga, they're damn bimbotic, but they always say that I'm the bimbo. Like, HELLO?! Look at me! I'm nothing but the finest. *hair flip* I would fight back, but I just got a manicure, so no, I'm not a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I know this is kinda late but, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I FRIGGING CUT MY HAIR (fringe to be exact, but hair, nonetheless).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohmygodwhatthehellbarbeque!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've got this craving for Vitasoy. Seriously, best thing ever invented, next to waffles and frozen yoghurt and obviously, me. *dramatic hair flip*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Minying if you ever see this over there, *waves and does you-know-what-next*.&lt;br /&gt;HAVE FUN IN WHEREVER THE HELL YOU ARE. Don't forget to miss me, even though it's not possible that you'll ever forget, because hell, I'm on your mind all the time ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6395552746788645177?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6395552746788645177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6395552746788645177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6395552746788645177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6395552746788645177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-busy-dance-schedule-just-ended.html' title='MY BUSY DANCE SCHEDULE JUST ENDED.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-2772075500411175095</id><published>2010-06-02T15:35:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T16:21:11.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>June Holidays *screams*</title><content type='html'>I AM SO BUSY, PEOPLE. SO SO SO BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING. I'd only be busy for the first 2 weeks and then, HELLO FLYING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanna show you guys my testimonial! Yeah man, the one that's written by the great and oh-so-awesome bottle of miracles with little bits of glitter, AKA, me. TOOHAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sheryl Gwee was a student of Evergreen Secondary School from 2007 to 2010 where she completed her GCE 'O' Level Examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl is a cheerful and humble student who is well liked by her peers. She takes pride in her work and would always ensure that her best efforts are put in. Undaunted by challenges, she sees criticisms and feedbacks as opportunities to further improve herself. She has shown progress in her academics throughout the years while juggling her leadership responsibilities in her Co-Curriculum Activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl works well with her peers as she has the ability to foster strong bonds with people around her and flourishes in people-orientated environment. She is sociable and is able to connect well with people of all ages and social backgrounds. Being a good communicator, she is able to provide advice to anyone who approaches her for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl served as the Vice Chairperson of Evergreen Secondary School's Chinese Dance Team. She is well respected by her fellow dance members as she bonds well and is always patient when coaching her juniors. She carries a positive attitude towards learning in dance, influencing the people around her to do the same, setting a fine example for her juniors, hence displaying good leadership qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance team's hardwork and dedication paid off when Evergreen Secondary School clinched a Gold Award at the Singapore Youth Festival 2007 and 2009. Sheryl also often led her fellow dance members in annual school performances like the Chinese New Year Concerts and the Honours Day Concerts. In 2009, Evergreen Secondary School's Chinese Dance Team was invited to Republic Polytechnic's event: The Momentum, and to Ngee Ann City's showcase of SYF participants, as performing items, where they blew the audiences off their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance team also pulled off a wonderful piece at Evergreen Secondary School's 10th Anniversary Concert with the hours of immense training they had to undergo behind the scenes, while making sure that they still excel in their academics. Under Sheryl's excellent leadership and positive influence, the dance team was brought to even greater heights with each performance, showing tremendous improvement over the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no denying her potential to excel in her chosen field as well as to pursue her tertiary education. Sheryl would truly be and asset for any task where enthusiam, hard work and trustworthiness are valued.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now can we say '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ohmycrazywaffles!&lt;/span&gt;' Speaking of that, I just wanna exclaim oh-so-proudly to the world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE FROZEN YOGHURT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TAYMcKiGepI/AAAAAAAAAc4/xNRFzNFPH-o/s1600/4287029447_3a933376d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TAYMcKiGepI/AAAAAAAAAc4/xNRFzNFPH-o/s320/4287029447_3a933376d9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478079674746043026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waffles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, best things ever invented. Move over Alexander Graham Bell and Thomas Edison. Who cares about the telephone or, the light bulb, for that matter! You wanna make it big? Invent something like that, then we'll talk, honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GAGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people should have frozen yoghurt on waffles!! Or is there already such thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, everyone should stop being so sad!!!!! It's always &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'HE/SHE BROKE MY HEART'&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'I FEEL LIKE NO ONE CARES', 'THIS WORLD SO SCREWED'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, imma wallop that platypus shit out of you, because life only sucks when you THINK it sucks! Look on the bright side, honeybuns! Because, man, have you not seen the people who are suffering more than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not understand why people like to cry over absolutely nothing, when they are so able-bodied and completely damn fine and have everything they need. Because someone, enlighten me, and tell me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW IS&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/_hc-S8t68E24/TAYScytR4UI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KKFtiKpo-a4/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TAYScytR4UI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KKFtiKpo-a4/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478086282600112450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS, (quite pretty what, nice clothes also, so sad for what, waste your life-_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORSE THAN&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TAYSdIIKKyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-Zn7CC7jmRQ/s1600/photo_1198601289_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TAYSdIIKKyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-Zn7CC7jmRQ/s320/photo_1198601289_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478086288349997858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS?!!!!!&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/1045149473900359639-2772075500411175095?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2772075500411175095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=2772075500411175095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2772075500411175095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2772075500411175095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/06/june-holidays-screams.html' title='June Holidays *screams*'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/TAYMcKiGepI/AAAAAAAAAc4/xNRFzNFPH-o/s72-c/4287029447_3a933376d9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6424479156854380138</id><published>2010-05-23T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T16:46:37.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You have reached Miss Amazing.</title><content type='html'>Hey all, LITTLE sweethearts, I repeat, LITTLE, because you guys are not all that tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We gotta liiiiiiiiiiiiiive like we're dyin'!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been great so far... YEAH RIGHT. I am freaking out about Mother Tongue 'O' Level Papers!!!! Nah, not really. Pshhhhhh. Someone punch some sense of urgency into me. By the way, I think I deserve a big pat on the back. Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!!!!&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;OKAY! I've got a whooping &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;A2&lt;/span&gt; for mother tongue! How proud are you guys of me? My guess? Pretty proud? *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We only got 86400 seconds in a day to turn it all around or throw it all away ~&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! I have been anticipating my beloved June Holidays!! *cheers* And people at this point would grumble and complain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"YOU BLIND?! YOU CALL THIS A HOLIDAY?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"This not the time to relax, you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"No kidding? Holidays? Tell me about it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hush up, babies. It's only not holidays if you believe it's not. So kick back your aching feet, rest it on a warm pig belly and relax! '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!&lt;/span&gt;' (Alice in Wonderland, much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We gotta tell 'em that we love 'em while we got the chance to say ~&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I am listening to 'Live Like We're Dying' by Kris Allen! It is such a meaningful song. Oh My Sweet Lord. It just makes me wanna go wild and bask in the sun and smile and live my life the awesome way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPEAKING OF SUN.&lt;/span&gt; I wanna blast that bloody &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ball of fire&lt;/span&gt;. I can lay steaks on the roadside and cook them there (provided that I don't fry first). This weather just makes me wanna chop off my hair! AND I DON'T WANNA DO THAT OKAY. I'VE BEEN KEEPING THEM FOR SO LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone cuts it off when I'm asleep, I am going to fight that person to death. I swear. *serious face* I'd come up with 101 ways to make that person die a terrible death. And topping the list would be: stabbing his/her eyeballs with high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gotta liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive like we're dying!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6424479156854380138?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6424479156854380138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6424479156854380138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6424479156854380138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6424479156854380138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-have-reached-miss-amazing.html' title='You have reached Miss Amazing.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6631163326338301355</id><published>2010-05-09T14:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T14:20:32.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A GUY COMES AND SING ME THIS SONG, I WILL MARRY HIM ON THE SPOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROVIDED THAT HE EVEN KNOWS WHAT SONG THAT IS. HEHEHE. I HEART IT SO SO SO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, go Gwee, study study! HITLER AND STALIN, GOING DOWN ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6631163326338301355?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6631163326338301355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6631163326338301355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6631163326338301355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6631163326338301355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/05/if.html' title='IF'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-2823480255125358578</id><published>2010-05-08T14:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:32:53.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alright! BUT I'M LYING.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO, TWISTED WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so twisted, you made everyone go on a wild goose chase just to find out that there really is no such thing as a goose. I mean, what the hell is that? A goose? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*inserts bimbotic face, and at this point, if Suhaimi was around, he'd say 'Just be natural, you already are a bimbo'*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any stinkin' ways, Ridzuan saw through my lie &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(WHICH I PULLED OFF, SUCCESSFULLY, FOR 1 YEAR! CAN WE SAY 'YAY SHERYL')&lt;/span&gt; already. Not that I'm a fan of lying, just felt that I needed excitement in my boring ol' life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would like to mention that, I should be studying my ass off now, but I'm not, and I am not proud of this fact. I am so screwed, but I wouldn't budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch The Back-Up Plan and Karate Kid!!!! Who wants to be the kind soul to accompany my sorry ass to the cinemas? I have chocolate. ASK ME OUT NOW, AND I THROW IN A FREE CARL'S JUNIOR NEW PORTOBELLO MUSHROOM BURGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd have to go through a series of auditions, screenings and make appointments with my secretary. Photocopy your birth certificate on an A4 size paper and present it at my company, it'll take 2 working days to process, thanks for your patience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To infinity, and beyond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S/ I can't believe I missed 'The Last Song', I'm sad, cheer me up, lovers of me :(&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S/ I KEEP LOOKING AT MY PHONE. I feel like slapping myself silly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-2823480255125358578?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2823480255125358578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=2823480255125358578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2823480255125358578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2823480255125358578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-alright-but-im-lying.html' title='I&apos;m alright! BUT I&apos;M LYING.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-1089616505254294785</id><published>2010-04-18T13:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T14:02:34.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason I Love My Family #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: You are like a dwarf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Oh, I'm sorry, I guess it runs in the blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: I am quite tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: Not tall enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: At least someone wants me.&lt;/span&gt; No one will want you in this height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum: Sorry hor, I pity you only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dad: Not talking about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's why I mad loveeeeeeee my family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-1089616505254294785?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1089616505254294785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=1089616505254294785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1089616505254294785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1089616505254294785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/04/reason-i-love-my-family-1.html' title='The Reason I Love My Family #1'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6442395001174678415</id><published>2010-03-27T19:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T20:34:10.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have been busy with my bloody life.</title><content type='html'>OH HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been lazy to blog okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was even lazy to study, which kinda explained my horrendous results, but you know what? If you do so well at the start of the year, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;HOW THE BLOODY HELL IS PEOPLE GONNA SEE YOU IMPROVE AT THE END OF THE YEAR!&lt;/span&gt; Now, this is the way smart people work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'd get mother tooting bad results, make everyone think that we are hopeless, then while those guys were reaching the finish line, you'd pop out from the bush next to the finish line and stride across the ribbon and laugh at their puny faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point of time they would be thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;MURUKKU. I bet they burn midnight oil. In class always slack, HOW CAN GET GOOD RESULTS ALL OF A SUDDEN?!!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry to burst your thought bubble, sweet thangs, but people study smart and not hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am not boasting, but I think I am those who study the day before and get equally good results as those who study weeks before.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;IT DID HAPPENED OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Imma try changing that habit of mine now. I wanna work hard and I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; HOPE&lt;/span&gt; I can perservere man!! I suppose after this post, my blog would just be sitting around, collecting dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O LEVELS ARE NOT SOMETHING (like common tests) THAT I WOULD MESS WITH... They are like bone-crunching, skin-tearing, brain-eating Dobermans and not gentle little lambs, who would just look at you with puppy dog eyes when you dissect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kidding, folks! I have never dissect a lamb who gives puppy dog eyes ({!?} ironic much.) and will not intend to. Unless I am a vet and I know what I'm doing and what I'm doing is actually saving that packet of wool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on! Mood is too serious for my liking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to school for ECG talk today and I realised I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really really&lt;/span&gt; wanna go to a poly. Because I found out that the chances of&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; being a budding Uni Grad even if I go to a poly, AND ONE WITH A DIPLOMA IN AT LEAST SOMETHING, is quite high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that I can at least work at a proper place, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(and by proper places I don't mean fast food restaurants! Because, HELL, you have to gimme a million to work there. And a million what, you may ask. Why, a million seashells! Use your brain, punkass, it's a million bucks, duh.)&lt;/span&gt; after poly right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo, life is majorly awesome for me. Stress has not bent me. Still alive and kickin asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I love my Firefox theme? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S63zZUXXMGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Gg9Z-pk5Hoo/s1600/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S63zZUXXMGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Gg9Z-pk5Hoo/s320/Capture.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453282340104515682" 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/1045149473900359639-6442395001174678415?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6442395001174678415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6442395001174678415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6442395001174678415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6442395001174678415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-been-busy-with-my-bloody-life.html' title='I have been busy with my bloody life.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S63zZUXXMGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Gg9Z-pk5Hoo/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-2523006269802989033</id><published>2010-03-12T20:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:42:03.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRACE YOURSELVES PEOPLE.</title><content type='html'>THE TIME HAS COME FOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LONG AWAITED....&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;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;TWILIGHT SAGA: ECLIPSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="520" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2HIda5wSVU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/S2HIda5wSVU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="520" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY FREAKING GOD. MY HEART CANNOT TAKE ALL THESE HOTNESS FROM &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TAYLOR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry people, MAJOR HYPERVENTILATION HERE. Be back after i'd pop a pill. HAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-2523006269802989033?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2523006269802989033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=2523006269802989033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2523006269802989033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2523006269802989033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/03/brace-yourselves-people.html' title='BRACE YOURSELVES PEOPLE.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-7742082409228564135</id><published>2010-03-09T20:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T20:52:29.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEY! MY PAL.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY FRIGGING BIRTHDAY VIVIAN-Y!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad you have a friend like me. HAHAHA. Kidding, I am so glad &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have a friend like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;. One who is always full of SHIT. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you are finally 16, so stop stealing my money, and go grow your own!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET'S GO WATCH OUR FIRST NC16 MOVIE TOGETHER. (actually, i've watched one, but first time with you) Unless it's those ghost ghost one. I WILL STAB YOUR EYES OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for your entire life man. AND MAN, GROW SHORTER OR SOMETHING.&lt;br /&gt;Heartheart pewpew!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-7742082409228564135?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7742082409228564135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=7742082409228564135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/7742082409228564135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/7742082409228564135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/03/hey-my-pal.html' title='HEY! MY PAL.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-8875787717145975246</id><published>2010-03-01T18:35:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T15:41:09.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog is officially one year older!!!</title><content type='html'>AND SO AM I!!!!!! Now i can OFFICIALLY watch NC16 movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to thank all my crazy friends for all that they have done for me! So this post would be rather..... NOT ME. Double hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gladys Ng Hyun Jung&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hey pal, you've been the AWESOMEST friend to me for like... 1, 2, 3.... nearly 10 flipping years!!!!! I have known you for almost my entire life. Thanks for your present and always being here with me to kick ass!!!!!!!! We should totally go on diet and then I can go to Jun Wei and say 'IN YOUR FACE'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vivian Ang Li Qi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;You this crazy bitch, always pull my rubber band!!!!!! Haha! Thanks for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CHIO&lt;/span&gt; present that you and Ming Hwei decided, so happily, to give me. My Secondary school like would have sucked to the core if not for your ENDLESS SHITS :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liang Ming Hwei&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thanks for everything, Ming Hwei. From patiently teaching me Maths (even though i still fail in the end, buhhhh) to laughing at Mr Chong's moments. And especially thanks for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PRESENTTTTT&lt;/span&gt; ~ You know what the hell i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ng Hann Shen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thanks for tolerating all my comments like how you're stupid and a complete embarassment and how your brain is so small and how you have PMS and blablabla..... But you know I don't mean it!! Bu yao wan men!!! (inside joke!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wong Huang Leng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Stop all your bitchy nonsense eh! Thanks for all the stuff you have done for me! I know you put in alot of effort in everything that you do. SO I'M COUNTING ON YOU TO LEAD THE DANCE TEAM!!!! And, if you have any problems, remember to come and talk to me!!! Don't hide somewhere. Alot of times already, you think I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lee Wen Yan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thank you Ah Yan! Thanks for giving me the name 'AH PUI'. Thanks for updating me on alot of things. And thanks for LISTENING TO LAO NIANG WHEN YOU HAVE A PROBLEM!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Karrina Tan Chu Lin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Hey you! Thanks for always lending me money without hesitating. Rich so what?! I am going to be marrying someone with loads of cash then shove it in your face. MUAHAHAH!!!! Kiddinggg ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Elaine Lim Shi Xian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ah siao!!!! THANKS FOR ALL THE ENDLESS LAUGHTER YOU GAVE ME! I love laughing with you over nothing! And remember the prank we did to Huang Leng's EZlink?!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laraine Sieh Yi En&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;HEY LARAINE JUICE!!!!!! Thanks for being my butt and providing me with the juicy gossip! HAHAHAH. I LOVE IT MAN! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang Wei Sheng&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;LAO PA! Thanks for the cake and the keychain that you and Shienkai bought! But you guys should buy me something anyway, since you all won all my money during mahjong and banlat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S4ubzZW7TiI/AAAAAAAAAco/ggQK24yawMA/s1600-h/DSC00467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S4ubzZW7TiI/AAAAAAAAAco/ggQK24yawMA/s320/DSC00467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443615881890057762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the key chain!!!! SHERYL AND JAEBUM!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soh Li Qin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Argh!!!!!!! Saranghaeyo! Be more confident of yourself, love!! We should always play mahjong together! OR BANLAT! I love the freaking chio yellow bag that you gave me! IT'S SO MEEEEE. I was so touched when you gave it to me cause I totally didn't expect it! Let's fly to Seattle and look for Needle-Jae-Bum in the haystack!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S4ubyQJkPrI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/HEnQxFEM2uk/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S4ubyQJkPrI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/HEnQxFEM2uk/s320/DSC00471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443615862238232242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chan Qing Yang&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;THANKS FOR STAYING UP AT NIGHT TO WISH ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Your message moved me! I shall grow taller than you soon! And the Super Junior album you got me was THE LOVE. Thanks for going to so many stores to look for the damn 10 out of 10 album! 'Sorry Sorry' is good enough for me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S4ubzLQKM-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/8Fhjp9zM5wo/s1600-h/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S4ubzLQKM-I/AAAAAAAAAcg/8Fhjp9zM5wo/s320/DSC00468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443615878103577570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Charis Chua&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yay! You are gonna be back from America and gonna continue to be my neighbour! YAY YAY YAY. I miss you super lots and I am damn happy you are gonna be back. YAY!!!!!!!! Thanks for being my good friend since P1!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heng Jiing Harn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ah Heng ah!!!!!!!! Don't talk so loud in class la! NOISYYYYYY. I love you girl ~ Don't always emo emo emo emo emo emo emo okay! I allow you to laugh LOUDLY :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jacqueline Koh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Your present was super unexpected lah!!!!!!!! But it was so SWEEET. Thanks for it, and the eyeshadow that you sprinkled on top.... weird though... HAHAHAHHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S4ubyK5A_EI/AAAAAAAAAcI/UoxFzFF9avU/s1600-h/DSC00472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S4ubyK5A_EI/AAAAAAAAAcI/UoxFzFF9avU/s320/DSC00472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443615860826635330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ang Kai Ling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;SIAO ZHA BOR, I hope you and He Xiang will be together. Teehee. Thanks for wishing me happy birthday early in the morning. TAKE CARE OF YOUSELF YA DUMBASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marcus Seah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thanks for the chio ass yellow earpiece that I always wanted. And yes, that's my damned table at the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S4ubyrCJaJI/AAAAAAAAAcY/NTOuyZHMstA/s1600-h/DSC00470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S4ubyrCJaJI/AAAAAAAAAcY/NTOuyZHMstA/s320/DSC00470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443615869454870674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OF COURSE, ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE WHO WISHED ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Bianca, June, Zixin, Jin Tian, Jane, Alif, Justus, Tiongda, Mei Ting, Catherine, Eugenia, Wen Rong, Justin Tan, Justin Yong, Shien Kai, Justin Chia, Johnson, Wilson, Dickson, Sharon, Jabbar, 4Aspire, Mr Chong, Jaron and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:500%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KHAIRULLLLL!&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/1045149473900359639-8875787717145975246?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8875787717145975246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=8875787717145975246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8875787717145975246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8875787717145975246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-blog-is-officially-one-year-older.html' title='My blog is officially one year older!!!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S4ubzZW7TiI/AAAAAAAAAco/ggQK24yawMA/s72-c/DSC00467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-2620533174151577035</id><published>2010-02-22T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:29:21.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Kanye me!</title><content type='html'>I think alot of people heard this before, but Imma just go say it again :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DON'T KANYE ME, OR I'LL CHRIS BROWN YOU AND TIGER WOODS YO MARDDARH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's right. SCARED NOW EH. Hide like the coward you are. (teehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this will just be a quick update on my life since common freaking tests are coming and, BY GOLY, I haven't started studying for it. It feels wrong to not study for your subjects but still feel confident about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what else feels wrong? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BRUSHING YOUR DAMNED TEETH WITH WARM WATER&lt;/span&gt;. Try it. You'll see that I am right, because when the hell am i ever proven otherwise?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Chinese New Year! Didn't really go and bai nian. HAD LOTS OF PEOPLE COMING OVER THOUGH. &amp;amp; hell I lost $20+ in one game of Mahjong. I ALWAYS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;XIAO XIANG GONG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;GLADYS, WHEN YOU COMING OVER BAI NIAN?!!!! MY MUM SAY IF YOU DON'T COME OVER SOON, NO MORE HONG BAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                   *******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the one millionth time, mah grandparents are squabbling again!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-2620533174151577035?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2620533174151577035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=2620533174151577035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2620533174151577035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2620533174151577035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-kanye-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Kanye me!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6421392602961806092</id><published>2010-02-03T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:30:25.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHADDAP WORLD. MISS ME?!</title><content type='html'>WELL I BET YOU DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! My laptop is finally fixed! (again!) Which is why I am back blogging. YES I KNOW. What's your horrible, disgusting life without my golden words to light up your sickening day? Yes i know, BUT FEAR NOT, The Princessy Me is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, my head has just gotten larger. Suck it up people, you're treading on Sheryltopia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy these few days with rehearsals and rehearsals and rehearsals. BUT LIFE IS STILL SO FREAKING AWESOME. I mean, IT'S ME, how can life beg to differ?! *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to state the obvious, LADY GAGA'S A LUCKY BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S2l4-gtfJ5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/cWllAR5TEwQ/s1600-h/ipbpr6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434007440727156626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S2l4-gtfJ5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/cWllAR5TEwQ/s320/ipbpr6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOOK AT WHO IS INTERVIEWING HER? It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, I realised he has ALL the qualities I look for in a man!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honest, witty, caring, sweet, funny, muscular with 8 packs, plays an instrument&lt;/strong&gt; (not really, but still can play abit of the piano) &lt;strong&gt;and can dance so FLIPPING well&lt;/strong&gt;. Why am I not surprised that he attracted my attention from the very beginning?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKAY LOVE ME, PEOPLE. I like receiving love. Best if it's from Jay Park! :) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YOBO AHHHH, SARANGHAE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6421392602961806092?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6421392602961806092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6421392602961806092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6421392602961806092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6421392602961806092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/02/whaddap-world-miss-me.html' title='WHADDAP WORLD. MISS ME?!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S2l4-gtfJ5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/cWllAR5TEwQ/s72-c/ipbpr6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-7027715653257913172</id><published>2010-01-20T20:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T20:18:42.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever I eat dumplings,</title><content type='html'>I think of one person. JAY LOVE!!!!!!!!!!! Heart heart! Pew pew! ~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had a spot check yesterday and was caught for my skirt. So, i had to go level 3 and have my name recorded under the minor offence category. So when i went there, THE SAME TEACHER WHO CAUGHT ME, look at me and said 'Actually, your skirt is okay'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THEN I WAS LIKE, OH GEE, AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure, because I need to go down to the third floor just to have someone tell me my skirt is acceptable. Do you know it's harzardous to climb down stairs?! &lt;strong&gt;It spoils your ankles and your knees!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be 69 and getting around to places on my elbows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-7027715653257913172?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7027715653257913172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=7027715653257913172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/7027715653257913172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/7027715653257913172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/01/whenever-i-eat-dumplings.html' title='Whenever I eat dumplings,'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-3424298563969140550</id><published>2010-01-16T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:33:39.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second post of the day, just to tell you something.</title><content type='html'>I HAVE BECOME ABNORMAL!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to the extend when I am rolling all over the floor pretending to be a crushed piece of paper and my mum just neatly steps around me and plops on the sofa, wait for a moment, and ask if i want to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-3424298563969140550?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3424298563969140550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=3424298563969140550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3424298563969140550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3424298563969140550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-post-of-day-just-to-tell-you.html' title='Second post of the day, just to tell you something.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-5324773633835180199</id><published>2010-01-15T22:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T21:26:00.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have to study very hard.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, the hell I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad kinda said that if i do very well for my O levels, he will let me go overseas with my friend, like to Australia or something. When's it comes from my dad, i &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i can trust, but my mum... BAH. Not that i have issues with her, she's just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I AM TAKING AFTER HER. YOU KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*********************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY SHITTINGLY SHORT LEGS TO MAGICALLY GROW LONGER OVER NIGHT. I wanna just wake up one morning and have nice long toned legs! Now, it's so short!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like some miniature horse's legs! It's that bad.&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S1CAlsKc3uI/AAAAAAAAAbw/RItzUAxGnXQ/s1600-h/twinkie10222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426978935979957986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S1CAlsKc3uI/AAAAAAAAAbw/RItzUAxGnXQ/s400/twinkie10222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Look at me, Ma!!! NO LEGS!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That bad. The head is longer than the legs, thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There is no bloody brighter note! STUDY SHERYL GWEE, YOU SHETLAND PONY.&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/1045149473900359639-5324773633835180199?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5324773633835180199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=5324773633835180199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5324773633835180199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5324773633835180199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-have-to-study-very-hard.html' title='I have to study very hard.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/S1CAlsKc3uI/AAAAAAAAAbw/RItzUAxGnXQ/s72-c/twinkie10222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6281244877641806558</id><published>2010-01-10T13:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:06:29.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EE-VEE-EE-ARH-WHY-BEE-OHH-DEE-WHY!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is a sunday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the conclusion is, I AM EATING STEAMBOAT. Which is good, because I can shed off those pounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the most interesting that happened today is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WAS HUNGRY AND WAS IN THE LIFT WITH 2 MEN WHO SMELT LIKE CHARSIEW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What the hell. DON'T THEY KNOW THAT I'M HUNGRY, AND THEY SMELLED LIKE ROAST PORK?! No, i do not forgive them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my brother's back from his haircut. He's coming in the room...&lt;br /&gt;3..&lt;br /&gt;2..&lt;br /&gt;1..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HE'S IN THE ROOM. AND, BOY, IS HE'S HAIR WEIRD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6281244877641806558?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6281244877641806558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6281244877641806558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6281244877641806558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6281244877641806558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/01/ee-vee-ee-arh-why-bee-ohh-dee-why.html' title='EE-VEE-EE-ARH-WHY-BEE-OHH-DEE-WHY!!!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6613599904640711952</id><published>2010-01-08T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T20:11:46.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I know it's annoying but</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;seriously, people these days needa LEARN. Learn how to appease girls. 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I'm just there, stoning. And if you happen to plug a screen into my head to see what I'm thinking, you'll probably just see a blank screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average. average. average. average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pace of life has just stepped up a notch due to the O levels, and would you believe it, I'm SLIGHTLY motivated to study already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH EM GEE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway was busy watching Criminal Minds these days with my momma. DID I TELL YOU CRIMINAL MINDS IS LIKE ONE OF THE MOST MOTHER FREAKING BEST CRIME SHOWS, EVARHHHHH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pwns CSI any day man. And to make it better, HOT GUY ALERT!!!!!!!! I shall not tell you who it is, because he doesn't look THAT nice in photos, but when it comes to hot-o-meter, &lt;em&gt;I AM ALWAYS RIGHT&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayokay, i'm going to say something which might shock all of you and leave you half paralysed. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I ACTUALLY ENJOY SCHOOL! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-477439481825897046?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/477439481825897046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=477439481825897046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/477439481825897046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/477439481825897046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/01/average-day.html' title='Average day'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6052506915819615183</id><published>2010-01-03T11:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T12:29:10.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School starts tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>YIPEEE. CAN YOU SENSE HOW EXCITED I AM?! HUH, CAN YOU, CAN YOU?! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah right ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i got a chore today: REMOVE CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS, AND THROW THE CHRISTMAS TREE AWAY. I am going to miss that Christmas tree. It's probably as old as me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we first got the tree, I couldn't help decorate because i'm like shittingly short, please. And now, I am about to be as tall as the bloody tree that's going in the dumpsters later! WOOTS. Sheryl, i am proud of you, yes I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope we buy a hugeass white christmas tree next year. It would be so bloodily chio!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this may seem a tad bit late, but here's my New Year's resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1) Lose weight!&lt;/blockquote&gt;The hell I need to lose weight man. I'm turning into a cow. And I am not going to run, RUNNING IS THE LAST THING I WILL DO TO LOSE WEIGHT. I'd go hide in a hole and starve myself!!! Then I'm going to be skinny when I come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that doesn't work, I WISH THE WHOLE WORLD WILL BE FAT :) Love me, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2)Study hard.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I hope i do... and that means handing in my homework on time *shudders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;3) Be nice to everybody even though sometimes they may be puny little retards. &lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah.. I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; look nice, but really, I'm pretty impatient. And you'd know when I'm not THAT pleased about something when I go all quiet. Then.. BOO YOU, bub, BOO YOU. But this resolution does not apply to my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs a dose of something stronger, like Government approval letter if that even exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all I have. Happy schooling tomorrow, people!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6052506915819615183?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6052506915819615183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6052506915819615183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6052506915819615183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6052506915819615183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2010/01/school-starts-tomorrow.html' title='School starts tomorrow!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-8983278802209046218</id><published>2009-12-31T19:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:42:40.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of 2009!</title><content type='html'>2009 is coming to an end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here a few reasons why 2009 is a good year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ROCK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ROCK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ROCK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ROCK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I LOVE JAEBUM THE MOST THIS YER.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;amp; WE GOT MARRIED THIS YEAR. LOL!!!!! (kidding, people)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SYF was awesome!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I STILL ROCK.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are a few reasons why 2009 sucked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jaebum left 2PM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kangin gets involved in DUI case&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hankyung's case.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Michael Jackson died.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ramen girl's lead actress died. (Brittany Murphy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiger Woods.... (hoho.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Economics downfall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the bright side, I'd like to thank everyone who hang around and gave me lots of love!! :) Etc, Gladys, Vivian, Minghwei, Liqin, Phoebe Ng, Hannshen, Karrina, Huangleng, Wenyan, Elaine, Jinfang, Qingbin and more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, ending the post with a brighter note, TOMORROW'S SUNGMIN'S BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SzyOgEWNg1I/AAAAAAAAAbo/28lv0nDwgsQ/s1600-h/1744069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421364733021094738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SzyOgEWNg1I/AAAAAAAAAbo/28lv0nDwgsQ/s400/1744069.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; How cute can he get?!!!!! My guess, pretty cute? :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE, continue loving me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-8983278802209046218?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8983278802209046218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=8983278802209046218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8983278802209046218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8983278802209046218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/end-of-2009.html' title='End of 2009!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SzyOgEWNg1I/AAAAAAAAAbo/28lv0nDwgsQ/s72-c/1744069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-1976751835833999861</id><published>2009-12-30T11:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:45:26.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HUSBAND. HAHAH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F6NTvlWJXUc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/F6NTvlWJXUc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my god. Who can make people faint in 30 seconds?! JAEBUM. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-1976751835833999861?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1976751835833999861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=1976751835833999861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1976751835833999861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1976751835833999861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-husband-hahah.html' title='MY HUSBAND. HAHAH.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-2472082923390101245</id><published>2009-12-28T13:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:29:29.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It runs in the blood.</title><content type='html'>The hell it does. My mum and I absolutely hate hate hate guys to do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Szg_ja2WAvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/oiuRIr-GKQk/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420152029275620082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Szg_ja2WAvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/oiuRIr-GKQk/s400/untitled1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;WTF?! Somemore pink?! Are you serious, pal? Not to mention it doesn't even match your shoes -_-!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Szg_i6VQ22I/AAAAAAAAAbY/JMzir605VXs/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420152020546935650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Szg_i6VQ22I/AAAAAAAAAbY/JMzir605VXs/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;HELLO FRIEND, STOP THROWING AWAY WHATEVER DIGNITY YOU HAVE LEFT. But at least you don't kiap it under your pits like the above picture.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEH. ERGH. PUI. EW. YUCK. GAH. HUMPTY DUMPTY. *shudders* *rolls eyes* *dies in disgust* (unable to reincarnate from the horrors of the horrors that I just experienced hence, is sent to heaven forever to live with other people who deserve to be there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW EMBARASSING. Seriously? Men carrying women's handbags are like a thorn in my mum's and my flesh. My dad will &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; ask to carry her handbag, and my mum will &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; let my dad do that. The day he does that, he will perish from this weird, abnormal world, never to be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAKE UP THE IDEA, DUDES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously you have to help if your girlfriend or wife has shitloads of stuff in her arms, because, that's lending a helping hand. And that, is exceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT CARRYING IT WHEN HER HANDS ARE EMPTY?!!!! Sure sure, the bag is SOOO heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"OH MY GOSH. So many thingys inside! Can't you see, Sheryl, you stupid, bitch?!&lt;br /&gt;There is tissue papers, my handphone, my Limited Edition Gucci wallet, and my makeup pouch with all the stuff which doesn't work, because no matter how much I use, I'm still looking like Ru Hua! Heavy leh, stupid bitch."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, shut the gapping hole up. Humanity is at gun point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you are helping the woman carry because of the large amounts of other bags she's carrying or &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PURPOSELY, &lt;em&gt;repeat, PURPOSELY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, wanna act ah gua, then &lt;strong&gt;CARRYING A HANDBAG IS GAY TO THE UNIVERSE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you earn some 'ooooh, you're so nice' points (sorry to say, it doesn't work for me), but at the price of looking like some cross bred sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WOMEN. Should not ask their partners to carry their bags. Carry your own dang bag, honeybuns. You're not that weak, because if you were, you'd be cruising the streets in a wheelchair and have your hair falling all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY END OF RANT. Got the pictures from google. Just type in ah gua at the search engine-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something normal (carrying handbags for woman is not normal, guys), was suppose to go library with Vivian today, but my mum said that everyone is going out except my grandma, so have to accompany her if not she will be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT HELL, SHE GOT HER MAHJONG KAKIS OVER.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I wasn't sure if Vivian jio-ed other people already not, so I went back to sleep until not long ago and I figured that I'd give sissies of the World some flaming. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO, I AM SORRY VIVIAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Better luck next time!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, love me people (although I already know you guys do)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-2472082923390101245?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2472082923390101245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=2472082923390101245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2472082923390101245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2472082923390101245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-runs-in-blood.html' title='It runs in the blood.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Szg_ja2WAvI/AAAAAAAAAbg/oiuRIr-GKQk/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6552460710631075512</id><published>2009-12-26T11:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:38:38.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Belated Christmas!</title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD. SANTA'S SO NICE! He gave me the best dream EVER. EVER. EVER. EVER. EVER. I was hoping i wouldn't wake up and continue dreaming. The best motherfinger dream!!!!! Huahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love love love Christmas. Christmas is my favourite occasion, I LOVE IT EVEN MORE THAN MY BIRTHDAY. Usually, i don't give much of a hulahoop to my birthday, i mean IT'S JUST A BIRTH DAY!!!!!! But my mum likes spending money and preparing for barbeques. Googly moogly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not that I am hinting that there will be one. I don't like major events like this. I'd rather go eat at restaurants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was kinda disappointed on Christmas Eve. MY JACOB'S CREEK RosÉ DIDN'T TASTE VERY NICE. But still had to finish it. I always knew that I can take alcohol as easily as my parents. *boasts and laughs at puny little shits. gaba-gaba-gaba-gaba*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I CAN'T STOP GOOD LUV GOOD LUV GOOOOOOOD LUV ~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.O.O.D. LUV!!!!!!! I CAN'T STOP GOOD LUVING THIS SONG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6552460710631075512?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6552460710631075512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6552460710631075512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6552460710631075512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6552460710631075512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-belated-christmas.html' title='Merry Belated Christmas!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-4876726962490439308</id><published>2009-12-22T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:43:14.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Eve!!!!</title><content type='html'>YAY! Tomorrow's Christmas ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS, WORLD! MERRY CHRISTMAS, JAEBUM! Me love love love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much food at home now, I am so happy. I am happy happy happy. And I get to drink my Jacob's Creek today. THE WHOLE BOTTLE IS MINE. So happy!!! LOVES MOMMA TO THE MAXIMUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth ~ My two front teeth ~ My two front teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and i skipped dance today cause I was helping around my busy busy busy house. WHEN CAN WE HOLD OUT ANNUAL CHRISTMAS PARTY SOMEWHERE ELSE?! It's always US. And &lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt; don't seem to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, everyone should watch Xiaxue's proposal man! IT'S SO FREAKING AWESOME. Way to go, Mike!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i have nothing to say now. I am so bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-4876726962490439308?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4876726962490439308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=4876726962490439308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4876726962490439308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4876726962490439308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-christmas-eve.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Eve!!!!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-8164951159399471898</id><published>2009-12-21T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:40:22.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help help help help.</title><content type='html'>I cannot make up my mind. And this is VERY important because it will be my Christmas present. Hafta choose wisely = NOT ME. I'm an impulsive buyer and i hate thinking twice. (Which explains all the regrets for buying some stuff i don't need)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417649667166731938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Sy9bqxj8fqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NWV9niv5EgE/s400/2vvv12u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Samsung Corby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That phone, neomu yeppeo. Oh my god, giga makhyeo!&lt;br /&gt;(That phone, so beautiful. Oh my god, unbelievable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Verse from 2PM's 10 Points Out of 10 Points.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which totally fits the bill, because......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417649673045136610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Sy9brHdd1OI/AAAAAAAAAbA/fhMVn4IaBqk/s400/10holyf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WooYoung sang that verse!! AND HERE HE IS. (not too crazy about the curly hair, but still cute!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not alot of functions, but pretty on the outside. plus point; IT'S GOT YELLOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how hard it is to find a YELLOW phone?! I've been waiting for this phone for like, forever. It's so pretty and so coincidentally endorsed by the P.P (pretty people) too!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it with me: OH MY GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, I am offered this...&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;Wait for it....&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;Wait for it....&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;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLACK FREAKING BERRY STORM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417649686325175906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Sy9br47rJmI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/pgPiVBhGlk0/s400/blackberry-storm-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Sy9brVPaVTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7zKeU3oZGLE/s1600-h/Blackberry_storm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417649676744283442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Sy9brVPaVTI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7zKeU3oZGLE/s400/Blackberry_storm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is THIS for a christmas gift?! HEH?!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a darnass cool phone, but what's the use if I dont have a data plan and cannot tweet or go facebook or stuff like that? Love the functions, but can't use it, which means it's gonna be a white elephant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT IT'S SO COOL. Imagine if you have that phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You: Hey, what's your phone brand and model?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Nokia LKK, short for Lao Kok Kok, impressive huh?&lt;br /&gt;You: AW SHUCKS, mine's Blackberry Storm.&lt;br /&gt;Friend: *whimpers and shrink into a corner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*loser*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, GLADYS IS FINALLY BACK FROM &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somewhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! YAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow's plan and the days following is really simple, since i already sat for A Maths Retest today and i know that i'm going to fail, because i just found out yesterday night that today was the retest im liking this really long sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tomorrow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somerset 313 shopping trip with Vivian. GUESS WHAT. MAHH GRANDMA STRUCK 4D. Miie hafft $$$ qq0 shwoppiinnqq ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;23rd December:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping with my mother for Christmas foods like Champagne ham and sausages. I'm loving the Christmas menu this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cream of Potato Soup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garden Salad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smoked Duck&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Champagne Ham&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baked beef with mushroom gravy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barbequed sauce chicken&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sausages (cheese ones, duh!!!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and something else, i forget already&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKAY, GOTTA GO BUY STUFF ALREADY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Help me choose the phone okay, people! :) LOVE LOVE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-8164951159399471898?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8164951159399471898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=8164951159399471898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8164951159399471898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8164951159399471898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/help-help-help-help.html' title='Help help help help.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Sy9bqxj8fqI/AAAAAAAAAa4/NWV9niv5EgE/s72-c/2vvv12u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-1308848804104469208</id><published>2009-12-13T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T14:21:05.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like I should start on my homework.</title><content type='html'>BUT IM NOT IN HOMEWORK MOOD. Boo. I think i'll do it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i deleted the previous post, cause it seems kinda nonsensical. and that does not go well with my image, NOT AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a whole lot of plans man, LIKE STUDYING FOR THE REMAINING WEEKS TILL SCHOOL REOPEN. And go swimming, but i don't wanna spoil my current tan, i kinda like it ya know. I am so bored at home!!!!!!!!!!!!! All i do is find videos to watch, and i probably already watched most of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BO PEEP BO PEEP BO PEEP BO PEEP. annoying ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergh!!!!!! I think i might just chew on my table out of boredom. Even Sims is kinda getting boring. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-1308848804104469208?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1308848804104469208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=1308848804104469208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1308848804104469208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1308848804104469208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-like-i-should-start-on-my.html' title='I feel like I should start on my homework.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-5007262907519282323</id><published>2009-12-09T12:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:38:07.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you believe this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Sx8hSul-PPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/IVL_ruqEpbI/s1600-h/DSC00261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413081882751286514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Sx8hSul-PPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/IVL_ruqEpbI/s400/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got the 2PM album!!!!!!! WOOT WOOT WOOT WOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, THAT'S some Christmas present! Speaking of Christmas, I have decided that the theme for my house decorations this year would be PINK AND SILVER. How great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i passed by some place the other day and there was a banner hanging outside that says 'There is no Christmas without Christ.' Is it trying to say that people who aren't Christians cannot celebrate Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come hullabaloo around. Im NOT just saying. I really don't like it when people force other people to join religions, or stuff for that matter!! It's not fair, because the person never really had a say. What's the point of joining if you don't really believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM NOT SAYING THAT I DON'T BELIEVE IN GOD, I DO, everything happens for a reason.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a religion has too many restrictions for me, AND PEOPLE WHO KNOWS ME WELL, KNOWS THAT I HATE RESTRICTIONS. They are like invisible steel cables holding you, the hot air balloon, down. And that is why I am a free thinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I respect all religions. I don't spit all over them, i just don't like it when they put themselves above all others like 'oh, i'm high and mighty, join me and we go be high and mighty together', WELL MAY POO FALL ON YOU, because we are all the same species of living things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is born naked and everyone dances with the Grim Reaper.&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVING ON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Sx8hSEbi1LI/AAAAAAAAAao/sdveMgmnqnY/s1600-h/DSC00251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413081871433258162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Sx8hSEbi1LI/AAAAAAAAAao/sdveMgmnqnY/s400/DSC00251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Would you believe it, if i said this is a real diamond?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's like OH MY GOD. It's almost like a BOOGER. And it's my aunt's. BUHHHHH. Rich to the maximum. BUHHH AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I read a book called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and i absolutely LOVE it. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE. It's DAMNASS awesome. It reallyreallyreally is. It kinda made me reflect on my life and appreciate the people around me more, not that i haven't before (TEEHEE), but just more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave a really fuzzy feeling after reading that, I felt realllllllly attached to Morrie, the character in the book. &lt;strong&gt;IT'S A MUST READ!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; The author? Fabulous, and still an understatement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wanted to say something, but my computer hibernated and i forgot what i wanna say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;So, i'm just gonna say, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;I LOVE YOU, PARK JAE BUM &amp;amp; KIM RYEO WOOK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1045149473900359639-5007262907519282323?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5007262907519282323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=5007262907519282323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5007262907519282323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5007262907519282323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/would-you-believe-this.html' title='Would you believe this?'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Sx8hSul-PPI/AAAAAAAAAaw/IVL_ruqEpbI/s72-c/DSC00261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-3751439523726672126</id><published>2009-12-06T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:35:56.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We shall all witness Ryeowookie's cuteness!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-otA5m9xA8&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOT BAD AIN'T IT?! Considering he's a korean, speaking this other language should be really tough! My Ryeowook is adorable and talented! SEE! The people that I adore are all talented/hot/adorable! Example: Jaebummie! BWAHAHAHAHA. Im being bimbotic here people, bear with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, went to the beach today with my cousin, I HAVE A NEW TAN. I lovelovelovelovelove my tan! It's so fresh, like a new layer of fresh paint. NEW. NEW. NEW. NICE. NICE. NICE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now, im sleeping over at her place. Wee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BY THE WAY, I have not touch a SINGLE of my holiday assignments and i think im screwed. GOD BLESS SHERYL!!!!!!! I AM NOT TO DIE YOUNG. I am too good to die. I AM WAY TOO GOOD. Just kidding, im just stewing in a pot of ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OKAY love you people! Love me back (i know this is something that i don't need to ask for because it comes oh- so-naturally. If you don't, you're nuts in the head, i swear, you are nuts in the head. And you know what else? You should probably go give yourself a knuckle sandwich for the failure of this common logic)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-3751439523726672126?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3751439523726672126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=3751439523726672126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3751439523726672126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3751439523726672126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-shall-all-witness-ryeowookies.html' title='We shall all witness Ryeowookie&apos;s cuteness!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6182610855481211819</id><published>2009-12-02T10:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T11:12:28.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAMSUNG CORBY!</title><content type='html'>I want this yellow phone! Alot of people has been telling me 'OH, SHERYL, THIS PHONE SUCKS'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know what, people? I DON'T FLIPPING CARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as it is yellow (in my favourite shade somemore!) and so chio. You know how hard it is to find a yellow phone anot?! God blessed me with a yellow gadget to flaunt around! I MUST MUST MUST GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465581116755682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SxXVx7fxDuI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/EBHda9kQ8Wc/s400/samsung-corby-handset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's EVEN better?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phone itself (HAHA, ITSELF!! This word reminds me of a guy who is suppose to come to my school to give a talk about sex. He keeps saying 'sex itself, HIV itself, AIDS itself, everything itself. ANNOYING. I counted more 147 'itselfs') is so flipping chio, but when you add...&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;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465588095089666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SxXVyVfh_AI/AAAAAAAAAaA/hgttYgTrQ_s/s400/20091109_2pmcorby_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2PM!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(left to right, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Taecyeon&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nickhun&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Wooyoung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Guess who grabbed most of my attention?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me life is complete!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They actually endorse this phone! It only makes sense when something so pretty is endorsed by pretty people!!!! *whistles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the happiest phone user! &lt;strong&gt;SAMSUNG IS NOW THE BOMB.&lt;/strong&gt; Their so smart to be getting the right people to endorse their phone. Oh, you struck big bucks! YOU STRUCK BLACK GOLD. Talk about marketing strategy. YOU WIN HANDS DOWN. HALLELUJAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i would have been happier if Jay was there. He would be holding on the yellow phone and telling me that he would give it to me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6182610855481211819?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6182610855481211819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6182610855481211819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6182610855481211819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6182610855481211819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/samsung-corby.html' title='SAMSUNG CORBY!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SxXVx7fxDuI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/EBHda9kQ8Wc/s72-c/samsung-corby-handset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-8405156529991203522</id><published>2009-12-01T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T11:15:32.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caution!!! EXTREME CONTORTION.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Don't watch if you have a weak heart or weak anything for that matter!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqfcqX3tduk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/sqfcqX3tduk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, love you people. BYE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-8405156529991203522?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8405156529991203522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=8405156529991203522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8405156529991203522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8405156529991203522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/12/caution-extreme-contortion.html' title='Caution!!! EXTREME CONTORTION.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-4294780685178707782</id><published>2009-11-27T19:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T19:15:10.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Carol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think that movie is really really meaningful. But it makes me scared of death, when I saw Scroogie guy almost falling into a coffin. BOOOOOMZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, me and Gladys went to Orchard on thursday night to catch that movie. IN FREAKING 3D. I LOVE 3D TO THE MAX YA KNOW. We had popcorns and nachos. I LOVE. My mum treat us to the movie!!!! But the nachos and popcorns were Gladys' treat, so we're even. WAHHAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GLADYS SCREAMED DURING THE MOVIE. GLADYS SCREAMED DURING THE MOVIEEEEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, i found this FUNNNNNNNEHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408739543942942738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Sw-z9V9T0BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5INI7wrncxU/s400/avatar_11187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get it? I'm not gonna &lt;strong&gt;RAICHU&lt;/strong&gt; a love song? I BURST INTO AVALANCHES OF LAUGHTER WHEN I SAW THAT. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At first I was like "I'm not gonna a love song?!!!!! Nonsense la, this"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I was like 'OHHHHHH. RAICHU. BWAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHA'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-4294780685178707782?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4294780685178707782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=4294780685178707782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4294780685178707782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4294780685178707782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/christmas-carol.html' title='A Christmas Carol'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Sw-z9V9T0BI/AAAAAAAAAZw/5INI7wrncxU/s72-c/avatar_11187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-1199996854118459561</id><published>2009-11-24T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T19:51:18.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope my dad has a million bucks.</title><content type='html'>Ya know why? Cause he told me that, if he had a million bucks, he would withdraw me and my brother from school and we go travel around the world!!!!! How's that for awesome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the previous post was by Gladys, because I TOTALLY WOULD NOT POST THAT. I mean, MONKEY MONKEY WOOF WOOF?! Weirdo much!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had a million bucks, i'd go stalk Jaebeom. WAHAHAHHAA. Just kidding, i totally don't wanna be a stalker. I'd just blow all my money on anything i want!!!! A million bucks is hard to finish, ya know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-1199996854118459561?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1199996854118459561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=1199996854118459561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1199996854118459561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1199996854118459561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-hope-my-dad-has-million-bucks.html' title='I hope my dad has a million bucks.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6834448840801504233</id><published>2009-11-23T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:06:19.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO</title><content type='html'>MONKEY MONKEY WOOF WOOF.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE A TURKEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM A GIRAFFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, SHERYL GWEE XUE ER, AM AN ANTELOPE. AND I EAT ANTEATERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6834448840801504233?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6834448840801504233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6834448840801504233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6834448840801504233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6834448840801504233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/hello-hello-hello-hello-hello-hello.html' title='HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO HELLO'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6441855269997686686</id><published>2009-11-20T14:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:15:19.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaebeom is MINE, so suck it up, and get your own boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SwY5MRHTu7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/rkH6PO0sF9o/s1600/JAEBEOM+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406071285620128690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SwY5MRHTu7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/rkH6PO0sF9o/s400/JAEBEOM+(12).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I will make Sheryl faint with my hotness,'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was stunned for a moment when I saw this picture. AND THEN I WENT LIKE OMFGWTHITWAFFLE. &lt;em&gt;(oh my flippin' God what the hell is this, WAFFLE)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This photo is PRICELESS. Because it was suppose to be in their new album, but because of the controversy, they had to remove. I LOVE THIS PICTURE. I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT. I LOVE IT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the outfit didn't do any freaking justice to his AMAZING body. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why would you wanna hide amazing arms like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406072656978053634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SwY6cF0hCgI/AAAAAAAAAZg/4hZA36OT1m0/s320/JAEBEOM+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;under sleeves?!!!! How is that fair to everyone and to him?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUT HEY, IT'S &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;JAEBEOM LOVE&lt;/span&gt;, SO WHO CARES ABOUT WHAT HE WEARS! He can wear a table cloth and pull it off, thank you very much. I think i love seeing him in formal wear. SMOKIN' HAWWWWT.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, end of fan girly post. I am not a typical fangirl okay, i don't book the entire moddarh-furking cab and chase after him from Woodlands to Pasir Ris (although i have NO idea why he would wanna be at Pasir Ris *shudders*)! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT'S JUST THAT, I LOVE HIS STAGE CHARISMA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, about the Pasir Ris remark, I just think that the area creeps me out ya know. I always felt that it was "dirty" there. I'm not really sensitive to this supernatural stuff, so i wouldn't know, but, i don't know, Pasir Ris sounds like a really old place..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, i couldn't sleep last night, and i swear it was like hellllllllllllll. Because I'm awake and yet I don't dare to open my eyes. It was SO uncomfortable, i felt like my eyes are going to die because i closed it for too long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I kept thinking of the scenes of the movie and is REALLLY freaking out, so i just tried my best to think of Jaebeom, and I think it worked, cause i manage to catch a wink, but woke up again. &lt;strong&gt;PURE PURGATORY MAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;URGH. This would be the last time im watching a horror film man. Anyway, for those who haven't check out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paranormal Activity&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, go watch the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F_UxLEqd074"&gt;trailer.&lt;/a&gt; It's boomz. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;No ghostly sightings whatsoever, but what scared us humans the most does not take any form or shape (adapted from the review on &lt;a href="http://sg.movies.yahoo.com/Paranormal+Activity/movie/15175/"&gt;http://sg.movies.yahoo.com/Paranormal+Activity/movie/15175/&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GO WATCH IT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BEEE TEA DOUBLE-YOU, &lt;strong&gt;Ming Hwei&lt;/strong&gt; guessed my new favourite word! WOOTS! Vivian, you fail!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6441855269997686686?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6441855269997686686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6441855269997686686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6441855269997686686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6441855269997686686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/jaebeom-is-mine-so-suck-it-up-and-get.html' title='Jaebeom is MINE, so suck it up, and get your own boyfriend.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SwY5MRHTu7I/AAAAAAAAAZY/rkH6PO0sF9o/s72-c/JAEBEOM+(12).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-5856180930147403110</id><published>2009-11-19T10:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:14:07.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first time that i trip on accident,</title><content type='html'>I had to fall on my dad's laptop and crush the screen. HURRAY, SHERYL. I am so flippin' lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had Vivian and Yuting over at my house yesterday and we watched Paranormal Activity. It's dang ass scary as hell. I mean, there's no ghostly sightings or what, but it's still scary! You need to watch it to get what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this movie is a win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those 2 morons decide to eat everything in my house. One moment it was pancakes, the next was fried eggs. Im like ARGHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS LIQIN SO DAMN FLIPPIN' MUCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, she's at OBS, no one can swoon with me over Jay!!! Where'd you go ~ I miss you so ~&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahahahhahahahahah! Okayokay, I hope she comes back faster, cause, Joon is injured, and she's not here with him! FLIPPIN' BOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this post, guess my new favourite word! I will give 10 cents if you guess correctly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;END OF THIS POST.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-5856180930147403110?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5856180930147403110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=5856180930147403110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5856180930147403110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5856180930147403110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-time-that-i-trip-on-accident.html' title='The first time that i trip on accident,'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-5215672374046233766</id><published>2009-11-14T22:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:45:16.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE FUCK MANSZX</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a3udGc-tcbM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/a3udGc-tcbM&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loser was suppose to eat a BALUT. GO GOOGLE IT IF YOU WANT. I was fucking GAGGING the whole time watch him eat it. GAH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-5215672374046233766?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5215672374046233766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=5215672374046233766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5215672374046233766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5215672374046233766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-fuck-manszx.html' title='WHAT THE FUCK MANSZX'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-4060692057337953329</id><published>2009-11-08T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T21:53:52.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvbLeJHu9eI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oTqeOiahYf4/s1600-h/WOOYOUNG+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401728521782359522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvbLeJHu9eI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oTqeOiahYf4/s400/WOOYOUNG+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'I am POGI!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;JANG WOOYOUNG!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know what is pogi, it's Wooyoung's version of 'Fergie'. Hahaha. He wanted to say 'I am Fergie' but that comes out instead. Gotta love Wooyoung!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I PLAYED SIMS THE ENTIRE DAY!&lt;/span&gt; It's been so long since i played that game! I tried to kill all of them. Woohoo. S.S = sadistic sheryl much! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, there is stinkin' school tomorrow. I AM SO RELUCTANT TO GO BACK. By the way, Mr Sanjay's daughter is SOOO cute. She came to visit us during our dance practice and she kept following me around. WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Sanjay even say that she is trying to copy me. AWW. I know right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off ~&lt;br /&gt;POGILICIOUSSSSS. It's a BOOMZ BOOMZ POWZ!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-4060692057337953329?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4060692057337953329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=4060692057337953329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4060692057337953329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4060692057337953329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-pogi-jang-wooyoung-for-those-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvbLeJHu9eI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/oTqeOiahYf4/s72-c/WOOYOUNG+baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6829444267650350106</id><published>2009-11-03T18:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:38:41.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 09!</title><content type='html'>Went to the Science Center on Saturday for Halloween with Liqin, Zixin, Shermaine, Carrie and Benjamin!! Was actually thinking of going Trick or Treating with Karrina and pals, but nobody wanted to go later, so I very sianzzzzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was raining when we reached there, so Liqin and Zixin, being the only ones with umbrella, have to escort all of us from the bus stop to the science center. Everytime the thunder roars, we run. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399823940795095346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAHQ8C92TI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nJUoa28Re-E/s320/dinosaur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this HUUUUGEASS dinosaur outside the Macdonalds. Me and Shermaine got a shock cause we were the first to reach the main doors of the Science Center. (PSTTT, Shermaine screamed!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAHllPg3nI/AAAAAAAAAY8/xeKMBUp2D-Q/s1600-h/ghost+and+indian+looking+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399824295450959474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAHllPg3nI/AAAAAAAAAY8/xeKMBUp2D-Q/s320/ghost+and+indian+looking+guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAHlcEh7CI/AAAAAAAAAY0/p93fKBq7kpc/s1600-h/grim+reaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399824292988972066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAHlcEh7CI/AAAAAAAAAY0/p93fKBq7kpc/s320/grim+reaper.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAHRoh9-NI/AAAAAAAAAYs/lXhync8z-w0/s1600-h/indian+looking+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399823952736286930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAHRoh9-NI/AAAAAAAAAYs/lXhync8z-w0/s320/indian+looking+guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is funny, you know!!!!! I keep flipping my hair at him to show off. CAUSE HE SEEMED SO UNCOMFORTABLE UNDER THOSE BUSHES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAHRURFsHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/BLS4e7z5Fs4/s1600-h/scarecrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399823947296780402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAHRURFsHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/BLS4e7z5Fs4/s320/scarecrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAHRHrimMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Ar6tH6dKGqg/s1600-h/small+boy+in+skeletons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399823943918065858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAHRHrimMI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Ar6tH6dKGqg/s320/small+boy+in+skeletons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. THIS BOY IS ADORABLE. There was another boy who went on the Night Trail with us. Too bad we didn't take a pitcure with him instead, cause he was CUTER!!!! I hope I don't sound pedophile-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap, this about concludes my first year celebrating Halloween, AND MANY MORE YEARS TO COME. I LURBSZX HALLOWEENIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399825194811730050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAIZ7n1KII/AAAAAAAAAZE/uzuUEUrnuk0/s320/IMG_97321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liqin&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I! Love her to the max!! We were hugging each other during the Night Trail and we kept on screaming 'Jaebeom'. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. As much as I feel more reassured when I am hugging her, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WISH I WAS HUGGING JAY INSTEAD :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a little surprise. I got it from someone's account picture. Thanks in advance, dude!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PRESENTING......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAHQm9MH4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/zbVtyi12CTg/s1600-h/OK+TAECYEON.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399823935133720450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAHQm9MH4I/AAAAAAAAAYM/zbVtyi12CTg/s320/OK+TAECYEON.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK TAECYEON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy that Jay was standing on, in the video of one of my earlier posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6829444267650350106?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6829444267650350106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6829444267650350106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6829444267650350106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6829444267650350106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-09.html' title='Halloween 09!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SvAHQ8C92TI/AAAAAAAAAYU/nJUoa28Re-E/s72-c/dinosaur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-4425677985091028179</id><published>2009-10-24T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:09:00.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blackberry!</title><content type='html'>Hey people! I'm blogging with a bb! Its damn difficult to operate but its chio. If only it comes in yellow. Ohwell. I just had my hair washed! Hee. Bye folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-4425677985091028179?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4425677985091028179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=4425677985091028179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4425677985091028179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4425677985091028179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/10/blackberry.html' title='blackberry!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-2086781135714022671</id><published>2009-10-22T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T15:22:35.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy to the max!</title><content type='html'>TONS of reasons to be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. I PASSED ALL SUBJECTS, EVEN CHEM, EXCEPT MATHS. WOOHOO. EAT THIS, BITCHY EOYS, EAT THIS LIKE A MAN.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my mum that i passed chem, she was like, &lt;strong&gt;OKAY GOOD, I CAN HAOLIAN TO YOUR MRS CHEW&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty satisfied even though chem and physics was like bloody borderline. I finally studied for something. AND GUESS WHAT? I GOT &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;40/50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; FOR HISTORY. Yay much!!!! I'm proud of you, Sheryl. Keep up the good work!!!!! You know you are smart, yes you are! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2. They are going to be airing how is Jaebeom's life now. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you not be happy? There has been no news of him ever since his departure. I have been wondering is he doing fine and coping with the SHITASS COMMENTS about him, wondering if he's happy, if he's life is reverted to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now, this show! HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know if he is happier in his current life without all those dramas, i'd rather he don't come back to 2PM. They're a talented bunch of singers/dancers and they'd do fine without him, just that, it'll be weird and that sense of 2PM-ness won't be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT AS LONG AS JAEBUMMIE'S HAPPY, I AM TOO :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;3. HOLIDAYS ARE COMING!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you NOT be excited about the holidays?! Unless yours is filled with craploads of remedials. I think mine is, BUT HEY, ALWAYS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE. And zip with the 'there is no bright side' nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SOOOO many things to do during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- brush up on Maths&lt;br /&gt;- SHOPPING&lt;br /&gt;- go play pool!!! (IT'S ADDICTIVE LIKE MAHJONG)&lt;br /&gt;- go suntanning. (MY COLOUR IS CLAYPOT LA! I NEEDA TAN)&lt;br /&gt;- eat steamboat with Vivian!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;4. I am eating chocolate.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. BETCHA JEALOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;5. There's a werid kid running outside my house.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREE ENTERTAINMENT. What more can I ask for? OH, I KNOW. JAY LOVE!!!!!! *hyperventilates to the maximum*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, these are ABSOLUTELY good reasons to be happy. Either that, or I'm easily satisfied. Oh wells. I LOVE POOL. Went Safra with a bunch of people on Monday. IT'S FUN. It's as addictive as Mahjong, which I totally pwned my aunt at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUCK EGGGGS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, OH MY GOD. L4D IS A DAMN SCARY GAME. SCREW IT. I keep think that there's zombies in my house at night la! And the witch is going to get me soon. And a fat zombie is going to barf on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. I LOVE LIQIN'S MINI UMBRELLA. It's super cute can!! Kawaii to the max! I kept playing with it today. I totally did the Umbrella Dance! If you don't know what it is, it's created by me. YOU ROCK, SHERYL. STOP BEING SO AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S/ I hope Jaebeom's happy. I respect his decision of staying in Seattle or going back to 2PM, as long as he is happy :) Stay strong! Saranghae!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-2086781135714022671?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2086781135714022671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=2086781135714022671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2086781135714022671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2086781135714022671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-to-max.html' title='Happy to the max!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-2565521769753913312</id><published>2009-10-16T13:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T13:32:09.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh of the day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/StgDp5jzYTI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wCtZBwHnUSY/s1600-h/army%2520vehicle%2520disappears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393064572136677682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/StgDp5jzYTI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wCtZBwHnUSY/s320/army%2520vehicle%2520disappears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went bonkers after this. You'd laugh if you understand, but if you dont, then you stink at comprehension, thankyou very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from : &lt;a href="http://roflcaek.com/funny-news-headlines/"&gt;http://roflcaek.com/funny-news-headlines/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SEiZagrV1GA&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/SEiZagrV1GA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;AND THIS. JAEBEOM WAS SO DORKY AND CUTE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-2565521769753913312?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2565521769753913312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=2565521769753913312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2565521769753913312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2565521769753913312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/10/laugh-of-day.html' title='Laugh of the day.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/StgDp5jzYTI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wCtZBwHnUSY/s72-c/army%2520vehicle%2520disappears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-8493578763189978567</id><published>2009-10-13T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:20:10.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helloooooohhhhhhh BLOGGARGHHHH.</title><content type='html'>Sup my peeps! Im finally back! SCREW YOU EOYS, YOU SUCK THUMBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this really really really bad feeling that i am going to die upon receiving my holy results. Oh well, so now, im doing up my will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd be giving half of my assets to JaeBummie!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAH. How hot can that Seattle dude get?! :D MY GUESS, PRETTY HOT? YES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my goodness lah, i have nothing to blog about lor. This boring life is sucking the shit out of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gah, i'm having a stinkin' sorethroat and runny nose. I can feel my mucus dripping out. HEE. I HOPE YOU GUYS ARE EATING WHILE READING THIS POST. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Drip. drip. drip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know what? LET'S WAIT FOR ME TO CHURN OUT SOMETHING OKAY? I've an empty raisin in the hollow of my skull now; thank &lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;, EOYS, very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-8493578763189978567?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8493578763189978567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=8493578763189978567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8493578763189978567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8493578763189978567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/10/helloooooohhhhhhh-bloggarghhhh.html' title='Helloooooohhhhhhh BLOGGARGHHHH.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-3893819056147892061</id><published>2009-09-28T19:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T20:11:19.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M PISSED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE YOU, ANTI FANS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaebum didn't offend you guys, yet you guys go create a suicide petition, 'JAY PARK SHOULD DIE'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sings his songs, you mind your beeswax, what's so difficult? Don't like dont see, don't like don't hear. What part of this do you not get? You guys say Jay's malicious and all for the offensive posts. Are you any different if you tell people to go and die just because of some comment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lack conscience and that just proves the point that you should not be in any position to tell anyone what to do. You guys should probably do some self reflection because you can't seem to see things clearly enough even though it's smeared all over your pathetic faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks for him you know. It took him 4 years to build up his dream, to change from Jay Park to Park Jae Beom and his dream is just gone in 4 days due to some retarded anti-fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WELL, FUCK YOU SO HARD YOU'RE PARALYSED.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're happy now that a talent's gone and you gain NOTHING. BUT guess what you lost? Since you have nothing more than a raisin in the hollow of your skull, I'll tell you. IT'S YOUR FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fancy you anti-fans spending your time doing something like that, bringing people down just because you can NEVER reach up to their level. Anyone told you that the opposite of love is indifference? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE IF YOU HATE, MEANS YOU STILL CARE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before doing something so stupid, like digging up past comments and history, why don't you people grow an organ. LIKE A BRAIN, OR A HEART?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, YOU BETTER HIDE. HOPE YOU LIVE THE REST OF LIFE WITH GUILT. HOPE YOU SLEEP WELL, KNOWING YOU HAVE JUST DESTROYED SOMEONE'S DREAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-3893819056147892061?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3893819056147892061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=3893819056147892061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3893819056147892061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3893819056147892061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-pissed.html' title='I&apos;M PISSED.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-8413704814763883131</id><published>2009-09-16T21:12:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:13:55.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaebum! Come back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SrDkhh1LBAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/YTyFA-Sk7eY/s1600-h/Jaebum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382052819375948802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SrDkhh1LBAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/YTyFA-Sk7eY/s320/Jaebum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss him, know! Leader of 2PM, Jaebum!!!!!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is like the &lt;strong&gt;NICEST&lt;/strong&gt;. Even though he made some harsh remarks on Korea and stuff, but that was like &lt;em&gt;EONS&lt;/em&gt; ago! But still, he had to leave, so that 2PM can continue with their careers without being the target of rotten eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOW NICE! HOW CAN THEY FORCE SOMEONE SO NICE OUT OF KOREA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHH. You guys have just lost talent. TALENT, I TELL YOU, TALENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have just signed a damned petition to get him back. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCREW YOU, WHICHEVER PIG THAT DIG OUT JAEBUM'S REMARKS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/jaypark2pm/#signpetition"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/jaypark2pm/#signpetition"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/jaypark2pm/#signpetition"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/jaypark2pm/#signpetition"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/jaypark2pm/#signpetition"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/jaypark2pm/#signpetition"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/jaypark2pm/#signpetition"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/jaypark2pm/#signpetition"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/jaypark2pm/#signpetition"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/jaypark2pm/#signpetition"&gt;http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/jaypark2pm/#signpetition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/jaypark2pm/#signpetition"&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Go sign it, honey bunnies. You know the damned shit you want to. I have London Choco Rolls, don't we all love London Choco Rolls. &lt;em&gt;And I don't care if you know him anot, just sign la!&lt;/em&gt; Won't take you more than 5 minutes. Go sign, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ng HyunJung&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You told me about it first eh! NO EXCUSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I officially went back to school today and the whole day just zoomed by. I mean, all I can hear was BLABLABLA. My ears are like clogged or something. Like someone placed a suction cap over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SINCE IM TALKING ABOUT BEING SICK, I WANNA TELL YOU THAT, THE MEDICAL BILLS ARE SICKER THAN SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this month, i think my entire family spent nearly&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;$200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on medical fees. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CRAZY MUCH?! W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hatever happened to subsides? I thought we learnt that in Social studies? TRYING TO TRICK ME AH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, i hope you're happy to find the sign 'Sorry, ATMSHERYL out of order' pasted on me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i can feel the impact of the Economic slump, ONLY NOW. It's really sad if you process informations a tad slower than other people. (&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ME!&lt;/span&gt;) Like the economy is stealthily improving, and i just felt the crushing blow of the USED-TO-BE-BAD economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I have too much cushion of protection around me. I'd probably die and shrivel up if i ever have to live alone outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I can't cook, I can't clean, I take 3 MORE seconds to react, God is being unfair down here, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, i know im short, hence, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'DOWN HERE'&lt;/span&gt;! Geddit? Down? here? Told you God was unfair. Gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-8413704814763883131?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8413704814763883131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=8413704814763883131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8413704814763883131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8413704814763883131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/09/jaebum-come-back.html' title='Jaebum! Come back!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SrDkhh1LBAI/AAAAAAAAAW8/YTyFA-Sk7eY/s72-c/Jaebum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-4999539188885268153</id><published>2009-09-13T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:22:14.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Movie 4!</title><content type='html'>It was kinda lame. LIKE NO LINK CAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I watched it with Vivian over the webcam made it interesting. Then my dad and mum decided to be extras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: *looks into computer screen and does a peace sign* CALL ME KORKOR.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;Vivian: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I handsome not?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Wahlao, please lah, her friend look at you machiam look at Scary Movie 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I am sick now! Think I might not be going to school tomorrow. *crosses fingers!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-4999539188885268153?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4999539188885268153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=4999539188885268153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4999539188885268153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4999539188885268153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/09/scary-movie-4.html' title='Scary Movie 4!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-5011647062622208837</id><published>2009-09-09T10:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T10:55:46.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love shopping with my MUM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcT5zMB-gI/AAAAAAAAAV8/376XL-VAFqc/s1600-h/DSC01181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcT5zMB-gI/AAAAAAAAAV8/376XL-VAFqc/s320/DSC01181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My mum likes this alot lor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcT75GK9KI/AAAAAAAAAWE/6W_h2cWD1YQ/s1600-h/DSC01180.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcT75GK9KI/AAAAAAAAAWE/6W_h2cWD1YQ/s320/DSC01180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Actually the whole shopping trip idea&amp;nbsp;was spark off by this pair of heels my mum saw on the magazine. The moment she saw it, she was like 'Girl, shopping tmr, I don't care. If you date anyone, tell them you busy.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcT9GrIwlI/AAAAAAAAAWM/AJalUIlqHlI/s1600-h/DSC01179.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcT9GrIwlI/AAAAAAAAAWM/AJalUIlqHlI/s320/DSC01179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;WONG HUANG LENG, I BOUGHT IT ALREADY! BETCHA JEALOUS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcT-F-B5YI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FJ7xKdXjZQ8/s1600-h/DSC01177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcT-F-B5YI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FJ7xKdXjZQ8/s320/DSC01177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;White razor back&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;came with another hideous looking thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcUAmzWOcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FYfs-PVhfx0/s1600-h/DSC01176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcUAmzWOcI/AAAAAAAAAWk/FYfs-PVhfx0/s320/DSC01176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure if this skirt was from Guess. BLAHHH. ME LIKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcUCdOVHtI/AAAAAAAAAWs/78RhnJWvb1c/s1600-h/DSC01175.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcUCdOVHtI/AAAAAAAAAWs/78RhnJWvb1c/s320/DSC01175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We ate at Carl's Junior, AND THE BURGER TOTALLY ROCKS LOR. Move over, Burger King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcUDYWJVmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/vBmwQf6095s/s1600-h/DSC01174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcUDYWJVmI/AAAAAAAAAW0/vBmwQf6095s/s320/DSC01174.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was pretty expensive. Like, fries, drinks and a monster size burger can total up to $12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooooohoooo. I bet Huang Leng's fuming lor. She keep telling me that she want, so I bought it to show her. I know, i know, the kind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent in total $300,&amp;nbsp;I think. Happy much! OHYAH, still have&amp;nbsp;one pair of studded sandals, but my mum wore it. WE ALWAYS SHARE SHARE. I LOVESXZZZZZ MY MOTHER :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting around to rest that time, got one China man come and ask us for directions. So, he asked my mum first. And she was like 'DUNNO DUNNO'. Then he asked me (weirdo!), then my mum told me to just say that I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he's gone, I asked her why she so rude and she said 'Wahlao, you see this kinda person is siao one lor. So many cab there, can take cab what.' then got a very long pause, then she say 'AND HE STINKS LOR'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-5011647062622208837?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5011647062622208837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=5011647062622208837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5011647062622208837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5011647062622208837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-shopping-with-my-mum.html' title='I love shopping with my MUM.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqcT5zMB-gI/AAAAAAAAAV8/376XL-VAFqc/s72-c/DSC01181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-4473612469955804426</id><published>2009-09-06T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:42:10.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES! THANK YOU PSB ON MY TAGBOARD.</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have no idea who are you, BUT YOU ARE MY GOD LAH. I worship you. TOOOHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as promised, SOMETHING GROSS. I swear, I almost wanna pluck out all my eyelashes lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS AN EYELASH MITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqOqv6IGw0I/AAAAAAAAAVE/jIvRf62d6Dk/s1600-h/eyelash_mite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqOqv6IGw0I/AAAAAAAAAVE/jIvRf62d6Dk/s320/eyelash_mite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'party over here, party over there, let's all eat Hann Shen's hair'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqOq-Y13QxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZX3AkTzrjUg/s1600-h/pic2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqOq-Y13QxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZX3AkTzrjUg/s320/pic2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it? Something hideous is stalking your bushes. Wah lao. It's damn f gross la. Imagine if this mite can grow and grow and grow nonstop. One morning you wake up,&amp;nbsp;and see this chaothingy on your eyelash and then it starts eating your eyelashes and then you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad anot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these are the pictures at the Esplanade that day! Woo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqOsbIb69jI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4-7LRagttZw/s1600-h/DSC00329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqOsbIb69jI/AAAAAAAAAVc/4-7LRagttZw/s320/DSC00329.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favourite picture! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqOsdvKbZNI/AAAAAAAAAVk/wd9wKH3fiuE/s1600-h/DSC00331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqOsdvKbZNI/AAAAAAAAAVk/wd9wKH3fiuE/s320/DSC00331.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqOsfYgHuvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/71DxUY6EQ_c/s1600-h/DSC00339.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqOsfYgHuvI/AAAAAAAAAVs/71DxUY6EQ_c/s320/DSC00339.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqOsgqhRYxI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sW8DpWnn-nk/s1600-h/DSC00340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqOsgqhRYxI/AAAAAAAAAV0/sW8DpWnn-nk/s320/DSC00340.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;HAHA. THEY NOT ARTISTIC AT ALL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for people who thinks that they are dying from the homeworks, GO LOOK AT ASPIRE'S LIST LAH. I swear, bear poop would not stink so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Once again, I thank you, PSB. Whoever you are. MUST BE MY GUARDIAN ANGEL. GUA GUA GUA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-4473612469955804426?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4473612469955804426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=4473612469955804426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4473612469955804426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4473612469955804426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/09/yes-thank-you-psb-on-my-tagboard.html' title='YES! THANK YOU PSB ON MY TAGBOARD.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SqOqv6IGw0I/AAAAAAAAAVE/jIvRf62d6Dk/s72-c/eyelash_mite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-5905707497131998361</id><published>2009-08-29T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:55:34.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so YEAR ONE.</title><content type='html'>I LOVE THAT MOVIE, Year One. Starring........ JACK BLACK (Voice over of Po in Kungfu Panda! How's that?)! HILARIOUS TO THE MAX. It's NC16 though. Wanna know how i sneaked in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act old. Grab a walking stick ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, wanted to post about the day that Phoebe, ShienKai, Kenneth, Weijia and Justin went to the Esplanade for this drama thing, but blogger would not cooperate. FUGGIEW, BLOOOGGAH!!!!!! Anyhoo, the drama was superb. WEIJIA WAS OOGLING AT THE ISABELLA GIRL THE WHOLE DANG TIME. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I wanted to show you guys something hideous. I SWEAR, YOU WILL FREAK. And everyone has it. EVERYONE. Even if you bathe every other second, you DEFINETELY have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if blogger's not fixed, IM NOT GONNA SHOW IT. Hmph! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is not going to even be a backdoor virgin if it keeps pissin' people off, because people are gonna screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-5905707497131998361?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5905707497131998361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=5905707497131998361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5905707497131998361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5905707497131998361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-so-year-one.html' title='You&apos;re so YEAR ONE.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-3259053373411125286</id><published>2009-08-23T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T01:06:33.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DANCE COMPETITION</title><content type='html'>RULES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanyang Acad totally pwned Dance Spectrum International. LOVES MUCH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i was so hungry today at night, i ate like a million fishballs. Then when i wanna say 'i ruined my diet plan' i told my mum &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'i ruined my wedding'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-3259053373411125286?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3259053373411125286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=3259053373411125286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3259053373411125286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3259053373411125286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance-competition.html' title='DANCE COMPETITION'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-7090352027835589042</id><published>2009-08-22T00:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:42:14.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy much! Blogger's got a developed brain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/So7LUwasv4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/qeIgZU6kQiw/s1600-h/Capture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372454962954289026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/So7LUwasv4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/qeIgZU6kQiw/s320/Capture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found this piece of information when im googling people's names. KWONG CHANG JING, YOU ARE STINKIN' ON GOOGLE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someday, people are going to google me. YOU KNOW WHAT? They dont even needa google, IM ON FRONT PAGE OF YAHOO, MSN AND EVERYTHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when im at the top of this stinkin' world, i will get stop earthquakes, tsunamis and typhoons. Hurricane Katrina would not exist, and flying cockroaches will fall to the ground half way through their flight and die miserably. AND THE BEST OF ALL? Im rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WAIT and SEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not be on google now, but.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372456829858721810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/So7NBbLZsBI/AAAAAAAAAU8/RKWDzn9ScME/s320/DSC01058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:181%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IM GOING TO NARNIA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In my granny's wadrobe! PWN.&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/1045149473900359639-7090352027835589042?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7090352027835589042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=7090352027835589042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/7090352027835589042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/7090352027835589042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-much-bloggers-got-developed-brain.html' title='Happy much! Blogger&apos;s got a developed brain!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/So7LUwasv4I/AAAAAAAAAU0/qeIgZU6kQiw/s72-c/Capture.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-8022473509273471963</id><published>2009-08-13T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T21:27:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The guy that moved me to tears.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lzul5rxd-i8"&gt;Kevin Skinner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how he do it, but he did. I thought that could feel his emotions when he sang the song. Like he put his heart and soul into it. REALLY amazing. I'd thought he would be horrible when he first entered the stage. THIS TELLS YOU NOT TO JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he wins man. NEVER had i heard something that move me to tears lor. IM LIKE SO SHITASS POWERFUL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-8022473509273471963?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8022473509273471963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=8022473509273471963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8022473509273471963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8022473509273471963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/08/guy-that-moved-me-to-tears.html' title='The guy that moved me to tears.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-1574201289485465572</id><published>2009-08-12T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:51:17.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep is important</title><content type='html'>Therefore, it is not entirely my fault that i am late for school today. ANYWAY, I decided to whine to my mum about me getting detention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: MUM, I GOT A DAMN DETENTION. I woke up late!&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Then how? Want me write letter to explain?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What kind of explanation?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Say that you watched TV with me last night, then overslept today.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is that a good enough &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;excuse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Nope, it's a valid &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;reason&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE. Ridzuan, saw that?! IT'S A DAMN VALID REASON. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;U&gt;CONFLICTS, DAMN FREAKING CONFLICTS&lt;/U&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I found out something that was damn unfair today that made me quite worried and upset. (For your info, I AM NOT ANY OF THE CHARACTERS, SO DONT SHIT PITY ME. If im in that position, i'd make sure they are doomed to lick bengongzhu's shoes for the rest of their filthy lifes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say for example, 2 people (Namely, Eviller and Evilair!) who slogged like shit for ABCxyz company for a couple of years. And then a new person steps in, (Let's name him Barfy) and after a week, our dear Barfy got promoted to Head Manager of ABCxyz book department. YAY HIM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all happy! EXCEPT! &lt;i&gt;HITHEAD EVILLER AND EVILAIR&lt;/i&gt;. Since they are in the same department, obviously they have to give similar advices to the workers. BUT NO, Eviller and Evilair decided to give THEIR own advice, and NOT tell Barfy about what was going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NOT FAIR TO OUR BARFY IS IT NOT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that these 2 blocks of wood were unable to promote over the years when Barfy WASN'T around is enough prove that THEY REALLY ARE 2 BLOCKS OF WOOD! Without a little competition and stil stuck at the bottom of the food chain is like plain BULLSHIT? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just shows that they have obviously NO TALENT in whatever they are doing, right? So, what for bring others down? Poor Barfy didn't point a shitass gun to your brains, if you 2 have one, and force you to be happy for him. INFACT, you two don't have to be happy at all, just keep your underhand means to your filthy selfs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you guys EVER asked yourself why BARFY was promoted in just a week, but you guys just stay glued to your ass positions? Ever heard of 'May the best man wins'? The better one climbs high, the shittier ones just fall behind and gets trampled by the on coming herd. ASSHOLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a brighter note, my son will look just like him, &lt;a href="http://www.risingstar.to/new2/jobo-atb-16.jpg"&gt;JONAH BOBO&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-1574201289485465572?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1574201289485465572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=1574201289485465572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1574201289485465572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1574201289485465572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleep-is-important.html' title='Sleep is important'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-4223122157593601936</id><published>2009-08-08T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:12:22.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile - Uncle Kracker</title><content type='html'>This song is SO ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lB1UJsutvkc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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/lB1UJsutvkc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&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;You make me smile like the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed, sing like bird.&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head, spin like a record.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold, buzz like a bee.&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild.&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable much?! Makes a girl feel so special. HAHAH. I like this Uncle Kracker. His name is ..... APPETIZING. Kidding! I wouldn't eat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooos, just to clarify, i was joking when i said that my parents adopted my sister, just in case anyone gets confuse. Told you im a professional liar. I GET PAID TO LIE, SWEETIES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-4223122157593601936?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4223122157593601936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=4223122157593601936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4223122157593601936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4223122157593601936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/08/smile-uncle-kracker.html' title='Smile - Uncle Kracker'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-8103745787740823306</id><published>2009-08-08T12:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:23:27.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Singapore!</title><content type='html'>Bloody blogger is giving people so many problems. EAT SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had some celebrations in school yesterday. Kinda boring. I was looking forward to the parade, but it was cancelled. BOO. NO MORE M.I.U. *winks at Ming Hwei*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after school, i went with Shermaine (MY SISTER LAH), Wen Yan, Keng Yong and Kevin to macdonalds for lunch. Then we go my house, PLAY MAHJONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only me and Keng Yong won the most. MUAHAHAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was abit gong gong at first. I gamed already, but i was blur. Then i see my tiles, and found that it was very familiar. Then i was like 'OH!! HU LE! HU LE!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin wanted to drink vodka, end up he see the tiles like blurblur one. (I forgot to stir after i added the vodka to the mango syrup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Justin and Shakir joined us. They kept bootlicking my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin: Aunty, you very young leh. Like Sheryl's sister like that.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: You want eat what? I treat you. Sheryl, your school de people very well mannered. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, at about 7+, I went to meet Hui Kiat, Marcus, Benjamin and Kenneth at Evergreen Primary School. 10TH YEAR ANNIVERSARY! Missed a few performances in front. Didn't get to see my cousin perform too. But it wasn't really VERY crowded. Not as packed as Lantern Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw a few of my juniors. THEY RECOGNISED ME STILL, AND THEN THEY BEGAN COMPARING HEIGHTS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really nice to see my old friends. I MISS PRIMARY SCHOOL. It's really sad you know. Everyone's growing. HAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-8103745787740823306?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8103745787740823306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=8103745787740823306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8103745787740823306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8103745787740823306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-singapore.html' title='Happy Birthday, Singapore!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-8732645802954919159</id><published>2009-08-06T18:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T19:13:15.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tad bit of disappointment.</title><content type='html'>I AM SO GOING TO WATCH UP WITH SHERMAINE GWEE TOMORROW. Yah, my sister. Shermaine Gwee Xue Min. I'm Sheryl Gwee Xue Er. Bet you guys didn't even know i had a sister right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, im gonna declare it. Mum and Dad told me that she was adopted, because they saw her at an orphanage eating bread with butter. KELIAN. So, they took pity on her and adopted her. It actually started last year, but it was suppose to be confidential for at least 6 months to see if she fit in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH WELL. I think that i and her are getting along quite well. She started calling my dad and mum, dad and mum already. At first it was all aunty, uncle. I think we will be GOOOD FRIENDS. SO WE GO WATCH UP TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying is my profession ;)&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;ANYHOOOOOO, my dad simply LOVES the Mango Vodka that i fixed for him. IM SO PROUD OF ME. I've the hands of a bartender! Thank G!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-8732645802954919159?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8732645802954919159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=8732645802954919159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8732645802954919159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8732645802954919159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/08/tad-bit-of-disappointment.html' title='Tad bit of disappointment.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-9189885737683677136</id><published>2009-08-04T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:02:30.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIGO KILLS.</title><content type='html'>I SWEAR. Ridzuan bakes fabulous cheesecake. I wanted to continue eating, but i was Jacqueline's birthday cake. I CANT BE SELFISH, CAN I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had maths remedial after school today, and halfway through, my left eye hurt like mad shit. I wanted to go to the toilet, but i was ALONE, because Ming Hwei left. So, i had to endure the shitass pain, until i went to the toilet with phoebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WERE SHITTING DUST PARTICLES LODGED ONTO MY CONTACT LENS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have gouged out my own eye, set it on a royal pillow and gladly dance around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST KIDDING. I wouldn't have even if my eye was on fire. I'm like the most ego person. And i decided that the day i discovered the sun orbits around the places i stood. And also for the fact that i shit diamonds and smile rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone called me a dumb blonde that day. Must have had his eye closed because it is SOOOO OBVIOUS my hair is black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I DONT CARE IF IT WAS A FIGURE OF SPEECH. Because &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; say that it is not. SUN, ORBIT, ME, DIAMONDS, RAINBOW, REMEMBER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, any-shitting-ways, GO WATCH THE CHANNEL 8, 7pm SHOW. IT'S DAMN FUNNY LOR. I watch before liao. I can tell you the ending, but you have to pay me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-9189885737683677136?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/9189885737683677136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=9189885737683677136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/9189885737683677136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/9189885737683677136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/08/trigo-kills.html' title='TRIGO KILLS.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-1109471055213330063</id><published>2009-07-29T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T17:59:37.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally! Blogger decided to grow a brain!</title><content type='html'>It's been so long already man. And you people tell me i dont have a brain! LOOK AT BLOGGER. LOOK AT IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still cant upload photos. So, i guess brain-of-blogger has not fully developed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went shopping with my mother yesterday and i feel so DEPRESSED! I AM GETTING SO FAT. Ergh. Screw Mother Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo. We were shopping then we went into this shitty cafe. Whereby the food totally SUCKS. Even the drinks taste like shit. Fish so dry, sausages so oily. And they have this weird design, where you sit directly infront of the window, and people from the outside can see you eat and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore mum and I did had this conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: This cafe designed until so shitty lor.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: Yah lah, as shitty as the food.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I think i know why design like that liao. So people from the outside&lt;br /&gt;can see us eating, and then they will wanna come in and eat.&lt;br /&gt;Mum: So, we should do this *shows disgusted face*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the both of us started making faces that indicates the food was gross. HAHAHAH. I LOVEEEEEE MY MUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ONNNNNNNNNNNN. CHRISTMAS COME SOON. I LOVE CHRISTMAS. WE ALWAYS HAVE CHRISTMAS PARTIES! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-1109471055213330063?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1109471055213330063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=1109471055213330063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1109471055213330063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1109471055213330063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-blogger-decided-to-grow-brain.html' title='Finally! Blogger decided to grow a brain!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6629055965391548349</id><published>2009-07-18T14:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:45:48.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE A DREAM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I actually had a dream that i passed my driving test and my dad bought me a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CHIO YELLOW CHEVROLET CAMARO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SmFxl9cGyUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/H6hgI-Fb4F4/s1600-h/chevrolet-camaro-production-2010-yellow-main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359689928509147458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SmFxl9cGyUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/H6hgI-Fb4F4/s320/chevrolet-camaro-production-2010-yellow-main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; I belong to Sheryl the Superb. She's my master.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And i was just showing off to Vivian, when my brother decide to be a real moron and make hell lots of noise. WHY, OH WHY, DID IT HAVE TO BE TODAY THAT IM A LIGHT SLEEPER?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, i went and whine to my dad about him it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dad: Come on, why wont i buy a &lt;em&gt;che&lt;/em&gt; (car, in chinese)&lt;br /&gt;for you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: True, you should buy for me. It's a chevy, by the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dad: I meant &lt;em&gt;zhen che&lt;/em&gt; (sowing maching).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maddening not! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, there is no reason why my dad won't buy for me. HE SELLS CARS! MUAHAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless a spaceship lands near my house and then the green blob of slime with one eye abduct me. I'd probably explore their mothership and teach them how to brush their teeth with a chopstick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, when you guys are riding bicycles and scooters, i'd be cruising in my chio yellow car, alongside you, and then zoom off, laughing. BOO, YOU. *rubs my hands in glee*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-QwZqbLpVlM&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/-QwZqbLpVlM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out Ryan Higa's video! Saw 12. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I LOVE MONOPOLY.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6629055965391548349?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6629055965391548349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6629055965391548349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6629055965391548349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6629055965391548349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-did-it-have-to-be-dream.html' title='WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE A DREAM.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SmFxl9cGyUI/AAAAAAAAAUc/H6hgI-Fb4F4/s72-c/chevrolet-camaro-production-2010-yellow-main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-2268957803961712498</id><published>2009-07-13T20:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:28:42.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LICK YOUR ELBOWS!</title><content type='html'>SO. We have heard that licking your elbows is impossible, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WRONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO possible with me around. I licked my freaking elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not weird, just that i found a way around it. WHICH BASICALLY SAYS THAT I AM SMART, DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know how some people go, showing their pinkie and their index fingers to prove that there is no link? HAH. IM LINKING. So if you ask me whether i finished maths homework and i say i like corn, THERE IS A DAMN LINK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-2268957803961712498?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2268957803961712498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=2268957803961712498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2268957803961712498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2268957803961712498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/07/lick-your-elbows.html' title='LICK YOUR ELBOWS!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-5768770915035981782</id><published>2009-07-10T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:55:11.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ngee Ann City Performance!</title><content type='html'>IT'S THE BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE RIVER VALLEY'S ITEM AND THE HIPHOP CREW'S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, River Valley Chinese Dance have GUYS. And they are pro! Dancing is SO not gay, people dont have the guts to try it, that's why they say it's gay. &lt;strong&gt;IT'S ONE OF THE BEST WAYS TO GET HARDCORE LEG MUSCLES FOR GUYS.&lt;/strong&gt; More effective than running, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like freaking not gay lah, eggheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can even have a duo dance with the girl, please. It's all the carrying and throwing. And it's definetely not easy. WE'RE TALKING MAD &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HUMONGOUS BICEPS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOOOOO, I just saw this cheerleading movie on HBO that day. 2 words: Awe-some. It's called 'Bring It On: In It To Win It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE BITCHY GIRL. She's so bitchy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-5768770915035981782?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5768770915035981782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=5768770915035981782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5768770915035981782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5768770915035981782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/07/ngee-ann-city-performance.html' title='Ngee Ann City Performance!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6367360162082530746</id><published>2009-07-04T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T19:43:01.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My beloved fridge!</title><content type='html'>Today, i was looking for some lime in my fridge to make some lime honey water. I suspect that my voice is getting huskier due to all the screaming i had done. IT WAS A CHALLENGE PRESENTED BY MY BROTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i was looking around when my cousin came up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: Hey, whatcha looking for?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, lime, i want to make some drink. Want some?&lt;br /&gt;Her: Uh. That's a freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so not bimbo, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then i decided to open my freezer door real wide, and it slammed into my brother's head. What? Accidents happen. Not on purpose. Cross my heart and hope to die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i want to hammer my brother's ps2. Cant freaking save the game that we play. AND WE PLAY SO FAR LIAO. Stoops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6367360162082530746?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6367360162082530746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6367360162082530746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6367360162082530746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6367360162082530746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-beloved-fridge.html' title='My beloved fridge!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6170374572488602718</id><published>2009-07-03T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:06:39.899+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toothpaste as pimple cream?</title><content type='html'>That is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toothpaste contains some kind of chemical that actually will cause some burning sensation. And the skin of the faces are EXTREMELY thin. You can therefore imagine burn marks on your face if you use the toothpaste as though they are pimple cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID I MENTION I HATE BULLIES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will NEVER bully anyone. Well, except for my brother, cause that's what a brother is for... right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like i am going to die. Im getting dragged to hell by Vivian. She is dragging me to watch Haunting in Connecticut. I COULDNT EVEN SIT THROUGH THE TRAILER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6170374572488602718?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6170374572488602718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6170374572488602718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6170374572488602718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6170374572488602718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/07/toothpaste-as-pimple-cream.html' title='Toothpaste as pimple cream?'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6914616637397353411</id><published>2009-06-30T18:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:19:36.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would like to express my gratitude towards HannShen.</title><content type='html'>He did OUR chinese project and did not whine to me about what a lazy bum am i, because i practically did NOTHING. Well, except for the fact that i told him our targets are richass people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks alot Hann Shen! KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK. We'll have the ball rolled up in no time if you continue working at this speed. *SMILES ANGELICALLY*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, i was being sarcastic. I am going to help in the project lah. Gahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Liqin introduced a game to us in class today. We had 4 free periods, life's gravy. It was seriously crazy fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally dont wanna go to school tomorrow! We have to wear some HIDEOUS 10th ANNI SHIRT. And when i say hideous, I MEANT &lt;em&gt;RRRREEEAAALLLLLLYYY&lt;/em&gt; HORRENDOUS LOOKING. It's like someone puked on the shirt or something. SAY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NEON ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, MY PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dont know what the hell am i supposed to bring for show and tell during mother tongue period tomorrow. ERGH, TO THE MAX. And by the way, that sentence sound soooooo 2nd Grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand why the hell people can't leave Michael Jackson alone. I MEAN, HE'S ALREADY LEFT THIS WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep harping on the case whereby the touch little boys. And about him abusing drugs (painkiller overdosage) and about his children and about his autopsy, and im sure if i list out every single platypus shit, you can lay the words nicely, then you can climb to the moon on my word-ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That bad. People forget his talent in singing and dancing when all this shit crap come out. It's not even fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON A BRIGHTER NOTE, I'm filthy, FILTHY RICH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6914616637397353411?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6914616637397353411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6914616637397353411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6914616637397353411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6914616637397353411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-would-like-to-express-my-gratitude.html' title='I would like to express my gratitude towards HannShen.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-7058170966165264504</id><published>2009-06-28T14:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T14:21:44.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my gosh.</title><content type='html'>This song actually not that bad. I guess it didnt really sink in when Gladys first introduced it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VIVIAN. COME MY HOUSE SOON. I GO BUY B&amp;amp;J, THEN WE MAHJONG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psh. Tomorrow we're going to be getting our furry asses back to school already. I WANT TO MIGRATE TO AMERICA. Summer vacation lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have Nintendo Wii. I want to play the boxing, kill the flabby arms! Now, only can kill the flabby thumbs, cause always play with my brother's PS2. BORING AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got excess energy and fats to burn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of Sundays! EVERY SUNDAY STEAMBOAT. GAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-7058170966165264504?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7058170966165264504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=7058170966165264504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/7058170966165264504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/7058170966165264504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-my-gosh.html' title='Oh my gosh.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-5433151469675700884</id><published>2009-06-27T10:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T15:41:58.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHUCKS. Holidays ending already?</title><content type='html'>OH SHIT MAN. I &lt;strong&gt;JUSTTTTT&lt;/strong&gt; REALISED YOU KNOW. Reality is crushing me. And, i only completed 1 homework. AND TODAY SUPPOSED TO HAVE TUITION, BUT I OVERSLEPT. I am getting so cranky. Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYHOW, WHO CARES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjong with Elaine, Karrina and my brother last friday. Those 2 keep making fun of my bro. Because he pronounce the 'pung' in a weird way. (FINE, I LAUGHED TOO) Then we started pronouncing it the Jeron-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday mahjong with my brother, grandmother and cousin. MY COUSIN GOT THE BEGINNER'S LUCK. All 'zi mo'. *waves my fist*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. BUT FULL HOUSE, EVERYWHERE, EVERYTIME. I LIKEY &lt;strong&gt;BUMBLEBEE&lt;/strong&gt;. He is &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; and is a chio car, even though he's a chevy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT PUTTING THAT BRAND DOWN, but chevrolet always give me the feeling of OLD. Like it's an old brand, ya know. Guess Bumblebee proved me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i get my driving license, im SOOO getting a yellow car. I REALLY want a convertible, but any &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yellow car would be fine. (emphasis on CHIO!) And, im going to run over hideous-people-on-the-inside so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, WAIT. That would just get blood stains on my baby. Oh well, i just have to go at them with a flamethrower oh-so-boringly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you can get your driving license when you are 18. Im going for the Highway Code thingy when i'm 16. But before that, i needa get my dad's bum off the couch to bring me to fix up my IC. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a car as soon as i can. I swear. Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was reading Twilight all over again. And i feel sooooo pissed. YA WANNA KNOW WHY? Cause Edward freaking Cullen is fictional. Yeah, that pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were any guys that have the attitude of Edward, he would probably be fictional too. He's just like every girl's dream come true. Not physically, even though it's described that he look like some Greek God or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that he is THE gentleman. Even if he hated some of the ideas that Bella came up with, he wouldn't go against it, cos he wouldn't wanna make her unhappy. TELL ME WHERE GOT SUCH THINGS IN REALITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the main reason why every girl go gaga over him. He's everything they want and everything they can't have. Except Gladys. Some weirdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-5433151469675700884?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5433151469675700884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=5433151469675700884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5433151469675700884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5433151469675700884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/06/shucks-holidays-ending-already.html' title='SHUCKS. Holidays ending already?'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-2798890566462626394</id><published>2009-06-18T13:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:13:04.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monsters VS Aliens..... 3D!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, you guys have apparently wasted your money watching Monsters VS Aliens, IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED IT IN 3D. Duhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I retaliated when something came flying into my face during the movie. However, there are not many scenes whereby stuff come flying to you. And even if there was, the shards were quite small, so the real impact wasn't there. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, entertaining. 3.5/5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM A BUDDING MOVIE CRITIC. That's what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, currently staying at my cousin's house for a week. Feel free to drop by, AT CLEMENTI WEST COAST TERRACE 74. We can go sun tanning, my people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys is missing me so so so much already, i can so see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i was helping my cuz log into her Lead Portal yesterday, when something COMPLETELY WEIRDASS happened. Mind you, my cousin's 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. I typed her login ID, then when i asked for the password....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin of Sheryl the Superb: SPELL 'MYMELODY'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, she proceeds to lift up her skirt and show me her underwear, on the back was 'My Melody'. Then i was like, HAHAHAHA, SO THAT'S WHERE YOU GOT YOUR PASSWORD IDEA FROM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm not JUST a movie critic, IM A FOOD CRITIC TOO. My entire family only goes for the top quality food, so I more or less know how to differentiate between nice and nicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just try this japanese restaurant: Himawari. (but i dont know where is it lah, my dad drive what.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do for a real value meal, is to go on a weekday afternoon or evening. 40 bucks. Eat till you flip + FREE FLOW OF DRINKS. No time limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sashimi? TOP NOTCH. Generous, cold and most importantly FRESH. Even the TUNA is fresh. You know how hard it is to have fresh tuna, most of the restaurants have it in vacuum packs. But this restaurant, IT'S AIR FLOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:185;"&gt;PWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE. Im not bimbo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-2798890566462626394?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2798890566462626394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=2798890566462626394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2798890566462626394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2798890566462626394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/06/monsters-vs-aliens-3d.html' title='Monsters VS Aliens..... 3D!!!!!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-5876722928087655197</id><published>2009-06-10T19:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:21:35.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucas Till VS Choi Min Hwan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Si-Ul_xbBMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_0wpMmVsGnc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345654663206864066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Si-Ul_xbBMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_0wpMmVsGnc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucas Till. &lt;em&gt;Blond, muscular AND CHARMING DIMPLES.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Totally dreamy. Now say it with me, 'Hot as hell'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Si-UlqgTVEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/B2Mxfk30-_o/s1600-h/choi-min-hwan-102054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345654657497912386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Si-UlqgTVEI/AAAAAAAAAUE/B2Mxfk30-_o/s320/choi-min-hwan-102054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Choi Min Hwan, drummer of Korean Boy Band, F.T Island (who is coming to singapore, and gladys the girl with red hair is dragging me to watch their concert). &lt;em&gt;UTTERLY ADORABLE. Gorgeous, and HE PLAYS THE DRUMS! + he is 15 only, know!!!! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is BETTER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, bimbo post. BLAST YOU, RAGING HORMONES. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace out! \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S/ I like Nickhun from 2PM also!&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/1045149473900359639-5876722928087655197?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5876722928087655197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=5876722928087655197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5876722928087655197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5876722928087655197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/06/lucas-till-vs-choi-min-hwan.html' title='Lucas Till VS Choi Min Hwan'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/Si-Ul_xbBMI/AAAAAAAAAUM/_0wpMmVsGnc/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-8124191699757792256</id><published>2009-06-06T22:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T23:13:33.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna try Bacardi 151?</title><content type='html'>It's 65% alcohol leh! Drink till you die. According to G, it tastes like nail polish. Wonder how he knew that. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that he faked his IC to get into my dad's friend's (Uncle Desmond) pub. And 2 years later, when Uncle Des found out, he chased G all around the place and into the streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, Uncle Des don't care about all this one lah. He's like a barbarian like that. He does all the crazy stunts. Like the donut spin with the cars, and totally burnt out the tires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once, he brought his son to the ball pit at downtown east there. Then there is this sign that says 'No Jumping into the Pit', and then this 5-6 year-old girl jump in. Then Uncle Des go yell at the girl &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'EH! FAT GIRL. NO JUMPING!'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that G is from Catholic High last time. And that, his A Maths actually sucked. He only pia 2 months before O's. (I SAW THE GLIMMER OF HOPE IN MY A MATHS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even saw his IC. HIS FACE &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; DAMN CHUBBY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, TODAY'S TUITION LIKE EQUALS TO NO TUITION CAUSE WE WERE CHATTING AND STUFF. AND HE TOLD ME THE HELMETS HE WORE DURING NS STINK LIKE SHIT. Good luck, guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-8124191699757792256?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/8124191699757792256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=8124191699757792256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8124191699757792256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/8124191699757792256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/06/wanna-try-bacardi-151.html' title='Wanna try Bacardi 151?'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-2777154003301510173</id><published>2009-06-04T19:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:46:29.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I destroyed something called my toe bone.</title><content type='html'>And that took place when i did a wacky dance move during dance today. It was all, &lt;em&gt;JUMP, WRONG LANDING, CRASH, ROLL AROUND ON THE FLOOR, DISCOVER BRUISE ON TOE. MAKE A HUGE DIN TO LET PEOPLE KNOW I MURDERED MY TOE.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life cannot get better. Now i cant really flex my toe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Singapore Idol come quickly. I wanna laugh at the auditions. You know what I mean, when some people are just downright hilarious (in a good way or bad, blah). I'm talking &lt;strong&gt;Steven Lim, and Banana Man,&lt;/strong&gt; you know? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MAJOR LAUGHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can laugh at me too! I GIVE MONEY TO BEGGARS ON THE STREET, WHO HAVE SEVERED ARMS AND LEGS, ON A DAILY BASIS. It's sad they can't seem to earn money anymore, and have to resort to begging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR THEM, IT'S NOT LOW LIFE. Talk about those who are able bodied :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ALRIGHT. WHO HIDE MY CEREAL EH? EH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OWN UP. I'VE GOT GUNS, AND YOU WILL SEE EYE TO EYE WITH IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-2777154003301510173?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/2777154003301510173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=2777154003301510173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2777154003301510173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/2777154003301510173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-destroyed-something-called-my-toe.html' title='I destroyed something called my toe bone.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-4277400285053414526</id><published>2009-06-03T18:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:09:00.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimmy swimmy swim swim swim swim swim swim swim and more swim.</title><content type='html'>I bet the word 'swim' is starting to sound weird now. *bounce around in delight*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I was so engrossed in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Taylor Lautner&lt;/span&gt;, that I forgot to blog about my swimming adventure with buddies at Elaine's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was superb. Talk about swim. Sun tan. Jacuzzi&lt;em&gt; (the hot spa kinds, not the loser swimming pool bubble blowing type).&lt;/em&gt; And then swim again. I cannot stay in the jacuzzi for too long man! My head will spin like some washing machine. *shows invisible finger at the jacuzzi*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karrina and Elaine went to the petrol kiosk to buy kinder surprise, then we used the toy to throw into the pool and we had to find the toy. I AM THE PRO LAH, PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Sheryl in dahhhhh house'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, i got back my report book today and was damn bloody happy to know that i improved lah. I failed 4! I am so proud of me. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT'S ALL ABOUT ME. ME. ME. ME. ME. ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wondering why I didnt kena PTM? Cause, Mrs Chew &lt;u&gt;don't wanna&lt;/u&gt; see my mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need an opinion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is $10 per hour alot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got certain cash mining areas for holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: G's shoe business. (Paid by commission/designs)&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Giving out fliers for Mum's manicure shop. (5% commission of the day's income. Talk about $600 on average for her income daily &lt;strong&gt;BEFORE&lt;/strong&gt; advertising. Do the math, darlings.)&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Tutoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL THE POWER OF MONEY. Economic slump? BLAH-BLAHBLAH BLAHBLAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I changed my dream. I want to marry a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RICHASS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; angmoh husband. Then I can give my gray eyed, blond haired, chio yet handsome son everything he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, i can get whatever I want, and that's the most important thing in the whole universe :) I am so important and awesome, you can write about it on every blade of grass on 10 football fields, and there would still be not enough space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAH YAH, I WANT A SON. Then i can style his hair and buy him nice guy clothes that i cannot wear, since im a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;NOW WHO AGREES TAYLOR LAUTNER IS HOT? I'VE GOT COOKIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-4277400285053414526?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4277400285053414526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=4277400285053414526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4277400285053414526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4277400285053414526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/06/swimmy-swimmy-swim-swim-swim-swim-swim.html' title='Swimmy swimmy swim swim swim swim swim swim swim and more swim.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6113618210685338575</id><published>2009-06-02T19:36:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:36:36.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon. HAVE YOU SEEN TAYLOR?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYBF3HKzrmE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYBF3HKzrmE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THIS IS THE OFFICIAL TRAILER OF NEW MOON (but the tabs are irritating). I can't bloody wait for November to bloody come. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They changed Taylor Lautner's hairstyle for this movie. I SOOOOO prefer this hairstyle. I hope Kellan Lutz can talk more in this movie sequel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a happy kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; LOVE TAYLOR LAUTNER. HOTNESS IS EMITTING FROM EVERY SINGLE OF HIS PORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOODBYE DAVID ARCHULETA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342695115079131026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SiUQ5n2Bn5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/lbnbl6YEj78/s320/taylor-lautner-guns-new-moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Can you say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;'HOT MUCH'&lt;/span&gt;?! I know his face looks slightly retarded and stuff, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BUT THE HOTNESS OVERWRITES EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Update: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This whole New Moon thing is like a reminder for me. It's telling me: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHERYL, YOU WANT AN ANGMOH HUSBAND, REMEMBER?! YOUR SON MUST HAVE GRAY EYES, SHARP NOSE, BLOND/ CARAMEL-COLOURED HAIR AND SPEAK IN A NICE ANGMOH-ISH ACCENT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6113618210685338575?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6113618210685338575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6113618210685338575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6113618210685338575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6113618210685338575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-moon-have-you-seen-taylors-muscles.html' title='New Moon. HAVE YOU SEEN TAYLOR?!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SiUQ5n2Bn5I/AAAAAAAAAT8/lbnbl6YEj78/s72-c/taylor-lautner-guns-new-moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-1744422728684511414</id><published>2009-05-31T10:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:46:02.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thumb got orhcheh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMN PAINFUL BODOH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it during the last performance of the Momentum. How in the world did i get that anyway? And wanna know something more amazing? I cut myself with a bottle cap. I wouldn't be surprised if my leg got severed by my mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think the hiphop dancers from Ngee Ann Poly (they dance for the opening item) damn friendly. They gave me and buddies the sweets and badges. &lt;em&gt;XUE QI KEEP SAYING THAT THE GUY THAT SHOOK HANDS WITH ME VERY HANDSOME.&lt;/em&gt; I didn't see his face man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We are also quite friendly, especially to the Deyi Secondary School people. We scream into their ears :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss performing. It's like, 2 days so fast over already. Anyway, they say there will be DVDs of the concert. I wanna thank Elaine for thanking me. HAHA. She said that I made her feel less nervous on stage during our duo dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for our Ngee Ann City (yes lah, Takashimaya) performance and 10th Anniversary performance. I hope we will do something fun for 10th Anni. Maybe SALSA! *winks at Huang Leng*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna do SYF dance leh. Quite sian if everytime the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I will be going to swim at Elaine's house with my buddies on Tuesday after remedial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i remembered something, it's a reminder for Zixin: DON'T SPEND MONEY WHEN YOU ARE OUT WITH GLADYS. SHE SCAMMED ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-1744422728684511414?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/1744422728684511414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=1744422728684511414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1744422728684511414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/1744422728684511414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-thumb-got-orhcheh.html' title='My thumb got orhcheh.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-3498916485367780213</id><published>2009-05-30T14:56:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:18:45.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WENYAN'S TAI CHI MOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SiDZU4gmTFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/o9UrYbJZ8QA/s1600-h/upposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341508110851132498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SiDZU4gmTFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/o9UrYbJZ8QA/s320/upposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'M SO GOING TO WATCH THIS (In the "I am so going to swenson's" tone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SiDZUl6clKI/AAAAAAAAATs/WAWn_4wbE_g/s1600-h/up_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341508105859273890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SiDZUl6clKI/AAAAAAAAATs/WAWn_4wbE_g/s320/up_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I absolutely adore this fat boy, Russell. I couldn't help laughing at him. Walt Disney Pictures Pixar Animation did good by making him so adorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the trailer in high definition (might take couple of minutes to load though)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USpI6Jzl3No"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=USpI6Jzl3No&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embedding was not allowed, so, what the heck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Plot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By tying thousands of balloon to his home, 78-year-old Carl Fredricksen sets out to fulfill his lifelong dream to see the wilds of South America. Right after lifting off, however, he learns he isnt alone on his journey, since Russell, a wilderness explorer, has inadvertently become a stowaway on the trip.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday was the first night of Momentum, Republic Polytechnic's Dance Festival. I totally had fun with Karrina, Wen Yan, Elaine, Huangleng and JinFang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the waiting room, we were playing A, E, I, O, U. The new and improved version! So, we are suppose to have a theme, say for example, POWER RANGERS! And when the person finish saying A, E, I, O, U, we are suppose to pose as the power rangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WENYAN IS BLOODY FUNNY. When the theme was WuShu, she go and pose a Tai Chi move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-3498916485367780213?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3498916485367780213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=3498916485367780213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3498916485367780213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3498916485367780213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/05/wenyans-tai-chi-move.html' title='WENYAN&apos;S TAI CHI MOVE.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SiDZU4gmTFI/AAAAAAAAAT0/o9UrYbJZ8QA/s72-c/upposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-3438154780793371856</id><published>2009-05-27T20:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:55:45.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DIDNT GO SCHOOL!</title><content type='html'>I woke up at 7.10, and decided that i dont wanna go to school today, CAUSE IT'S SO LATE ALREADY. I don't want detention, it's a waste of time. UNPRODUCTIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my mum will write a letter for me. She told me that she is lazy. No offence to lazy people, but, SHE IS SO UNLIKE ME. You don't see me being lazy, do you?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; I GO TO SCHOOL IN THE MORNING, HELLO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, ZIXIN. I KNOW, I KNOW! David Archuleta is not really handsome or cute, it's attraction lah :) Just like how you get attracted to Kris Allen even though he is &lt;em&gt;NOT HANDSOME&lt;/em&gt;. *trying to look as innocent as possible*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i think i just offended Geraldine with that comment too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF OFFENDED, I AM OFFENDED BY THIS BOY FROM CATHOLIC HIGH. I think his name is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yiren&lt;/span&gt; or something? WHATEVER, remembering people who are retarded is tedious. He is mentally challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope he dies of brain retardedness, a disease whereby the brain is so retarded, it forgot to remind the heart to pump, the stomach to digest, and the nose to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Gladys were so pissed off. He kept scolding vulgarities. WE SHOULD ALL LOOK UP TO THE &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PRESTIGIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; SCHOOL'S ROLE MODEL, SHOULDN'T WE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, speaking of Catholic High, WANNA KNOW WHO THE HEAD PREFECT IS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT'S GONG, I MEAN KWONG CHANG JING (how else would we get to know Yiren)! I am so proud of that boy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-3438154780793371856?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/3438154780793371856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=3438154780793371856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3438154780793371856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/3438154780793371856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-didnt-go-school.html' title='I DIDNT GO SCHOOL!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-7160917828876693503</id><published>2009-05-26T20:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:05:15.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do not underestimate the GRANOLA BAR.</title><content type='html'>I brought Granola bar to school today, and everyone said it was nice. It's S'mores flavour! I LOVE IT. *M1 advertisement plays*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And to people: I DO NOT HATE DAVID ARCHULETA IN THE PAST. I just don't like him. Got difference one okay. Anyway, I bet he sang the song 'Crush' for me. I know, David, I know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, today went to Republic Poly for rehearsals. Performance on Friday and Saturday. CRAZY TIRED LAH. It's weird to be dancing and not seeing Geraldine and some fellow sec4s in the dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Kenneth wants to play the guitar tomorrow! I WANT TO HEAR. He said he know how to play What About Now by Chris Daughtry. SO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE GRANOLA BAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-7160917828876693503?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/7160917828876693503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=7160917828876693503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/7160917828876693503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/7160917828876693503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-not-underestimate-granola-bar.html' title='Do not underestimate the GRANOLA BAR.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-4533192374292480190</id><published>2009-05-25T20:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:58:04.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY CELEBRITY CRUSH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay, this is really really really really really really really really really really weird. I have a celebrity crush on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339742313483384050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/ShqTV8tMtPI/AAAAAAAAATk/oCz78hsDy88/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAVID ARCHULETA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who knows me, you will know that I have always not-like David Archuleta. So, this sudden attraction to him is really WEIRD TO THE MAX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure he's not good looking and all, but i just have this sudden attraction to him okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, IT'S JUST A CRUSH, IT'LL GO AWAY, RIGHT? But, it's so cool if you have David Archuleta as your boyfriend lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can soooooooooo go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: Hey, what's your boyfriend's name?&lt;br /&gt;Friend: Ah Seng. What's yours?&lt;br /&gt;You: Oh, mine's David Archuleta, American Idol Runner up in case you didn't know. *smiles really politely*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-4533192374292480190?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/4533192374292480190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=4533192374292480190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4533192374292480190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/4533192374292480190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-celebrity-crush.html' title='MY CELEBRITY CRUSH.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/ShqTV8tMtPI/AAAAAAAAATk/oCz78hsDy88/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-6456428678114762715</id><published>2009-05-22T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:07:03.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.</title><content type='html'>WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY?!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERGH. Adam should have won. But he's gay, i think. I mean, what's with the nail polish and eyeliner?! But, I am getting over it, because I prefered Kris' version of No Bounderies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, WHAT THE HECK. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WAS SUPPOSE TO WIN, OKAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the finale when Tatianna went on the stage to hog the microphone. And i hated the appearance of Kiss. THE GUY JUST CANT KEEP HIS TONGUE IN HIS MOUTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to watch Night At The Museum 2 yesterday. With Karrina, Wenyan, Elaine, Huangleng, Kenneth, Keng Yong, Sean, Kokhong, Woonping, Jingyew and Justin Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karrina and I treated Jingyew to dessert, cause he only brought $15 plus out. He looked so poor thing when everyone was eating while he was the only one drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know i very broke right now. All of us decided to bring our lunchboxes to school from now till end of this term. Speaking of which, the last day of school will be a road run right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DANCERS DON'T HAVE TO RUN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;*laughs at the rest of the puny little people*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1045149473900359639-6456428678114762715?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/6456428678114762715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=6456428678114762715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6456428678114762715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/6456428678114762715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/05/nooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1045149473900359639.post-5119826500596269884</id><published>2009-05-20T21:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:32:09.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a freaking binoculars!</title><content type='html'>IT'S NOT FAIR. Wenyan have a binoculars, I WANT ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at her house today, then when we look out of the window, we saw some people playing at the soccer area near 888, so Wenyan pulled out her binoculars to see who is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw KengYong stripping. Geees. Then, me, Karrina and Wen Yan went to find them while Huang Leng, Vivian and Elaine went home to bathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karrina kena the soccer ball twice man. LIKE DAMN SUAY. I just beside her only, both times also kena her. I AM HOLY. The ball hit her on the eye, on her balaku. SPEAKING OF THAT, reminds me of Justin's bruise on his arm. I forgot he got a bruise, so i grabbed his arm and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; on his huge-ass orh cheh. *peace*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went 514 basketball court support Wei Sheng, Kok Hong and Shien Kai. THEY MADE ME SO PROUD. THEY WON! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in between we were bored and went to play at the nearby exercise area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/ShP_r9leIVI/AAAAAAAAATU/54Iz3cbeBqQ/s1600-h/DSC00865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337891114095354194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/ShP_r9leIVI/AAAAAAAAATU/54Iz3cbeBqQ/s320/DSC00865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/ShP_rmfutSI/AAAAAAAAATM/H_an6xTSQwY/s1600-h/DSC00864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337891107897259298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/ShP_rmfutSI/AAAAAAAAATM/H_an6xTSQwY/s320/DSC00864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and this picture was from yesterday. It's Sean and Kevin. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THINK OBSENE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/ShP_rYfdIRI/AAAAAAAAATE/p0pgRSJWWEk/s1600-h/DSC00859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337891104138010898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/ShP_rYfdIRI/AAAAAAAAATE/p0pgRSJWWEk/s320/DSC00859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. I WANT A BINOCULARS, YOU RETARDED EGGHEADS. I will go pull out all my toilet paper and use the empty cardboard as my pretend binoculars until I get a REAL binoculars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Zixin, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADAM WILL CRUSH KRIS :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though Kris is pretty hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Warped Logic of Mine and Hann Shen's:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry actually means apple. And apple means sorry. So you can go, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HEY DUDE, GIMME A SORRYPIE&lt;/span&gt;. Or, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HEY SWEET THANG, I'M APPLE THAT COULD NOT GET YOU A GREEN SORRY.&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/1045149473900359639-5119826500596269884?l=standonmyhead.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/feeds/5119826500596269884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1045149473900359639&amp;postID=5119826500596269884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5119826500596269884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1045149473900359639/posts/default/5119826500596269884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://standonmyhead.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-freaking-binoculars.html' title='I want a freaking binoculars!'/><author><name>Your Best Pal</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/SYwuBrEi8pI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_DJcGMyrU2o/S220/Picture0006.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hc-S8t68E24/ShP_r9leIVI/AAAAAAAAATU/54Iz3cbeBqQ/s72-c/DSC00865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
