<?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-20963896</id><updated>2011-06-08T14:42:42.727+08:00</updated><category term='Farewell'/><category term='.'/><title type='text'>Simply Vivacious`</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>468</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-6420036900511070814</id><published>2009-02-06T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:35:51.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I now blog at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colour-run.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got inspired for the title when I was during my laundry. It made me realise that everything fades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-6420036900511070814?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/6420036900511070814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=6420036900511070814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6420036900511070814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6420036900511070814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-now-blog-at-colour-run.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-4415897205384295157</id><published>2009-01-17T20:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:12:21.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my hammies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SXHYyLIW3rI/AAAAAAAACEk/SyXh_bxNcws/s1600-h/IMG_2959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SXCwMgsEG4I/AAAAAAAACDc/JI9hHFSfVmE/s320/2376461074_301c364b31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291923291140004738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Christ. &lt;3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-2253174452078534973?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/2253174452078534973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=2253174452078534973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2253174452078534973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2253174452078534973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2009/01/johnny-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SXCwMgsEG4I/AAAAAAAACDc/JI9hHFSfVmE/s72-c/2376461074_301c364b31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-4040046635644298880</id><published>2009-01-10T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T10:39:25.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Afterlife.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I8akxHCUBLk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I8akxHCUBLk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like walking into a dream, so unlike what you've seen&lt;br /&gt;So unsure but it seems, ’cause we’ve been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste&lt;br /&gt;Of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a distant light, but girl this can't be right&lt;br /&gt;Such a surreal place to see so how did this come to be&lt;br /&gt;Arrived too early&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I think of all the places I just don't belong&lt;br /&gt;I've come to grips with life and realize this is going too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here, we gotta move on dear&lt;br /&gt;Escape from this afterlife&lt;br /&gt;’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on&lt;br /&gt;Far away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place of hope and no pain, perfect skies with no rain&lt;br /&gt;Can leave this place but refrain, ’cause we've been waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Fallen into this place, just giving you a small taste&lt;br /&gt;Of your afterlife here so stay, you'll be back here soon anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This peace on earth's not right (with my back against the wall)&lt;br /&gt;No pain or sign of time (I’m much too young to fall)&lt;br /&gt;So out of place don't wanna stay, I feel wrong and that's my sign&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hand but realize I just wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Please understand I have to leave and carry on my own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear&lt;br /&gt;escape from this afterlife&lt;br /&gt;’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on,&lt;br /&gt;far away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing against you and surely I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;This place full of peace and light, and I’d hope you might&lt;br /&gt;Take me back inside when the time is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved ones back home all crying ’cause they're already missing me&lt;br /&gt;I pray by the grace of God that there's somebody listening&lt;br /&gt;Give me a chance to be that person I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;(I am unbroken; I’m choking on this ecstasy)&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord I'll try so hard but you gotta let go of me&lt;br /&gt;(Unbreak me, unchain me, I need another chance to live)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here, I gotta move on dear&lt;br /&gt;escape from this afterlife&lt;br /&gt;’Cause this time I'm right to move on and on,&lt;br /&gt;far away from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got nothing against you and surely I'll miss you&lt;br /&gt;This place full of peace and light, and I’d hope you might&lt;br /&gt;Take me back inside when the time is right&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-4040046635644298880?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/4040046635644298880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=4040046635644298880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4040046635644298880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4040046635644298880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2009/01/afterlife.html' title='Afterlife.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-5754192139100766292</id><published>2008-12-29T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:59:14.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Happy.</title><content type='html'>I AM VERY HAPPY =DDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I met Sederick after school today. I was worn out, frustrated and a bit pissed at my ignorance in today's CA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk into his house, Sed says, "Close your eyes! I'm going to give you your christmas present!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about time, I thought to myself. I've been bugging him about it all of last week, and prob all of last year. Every time I ask him what it is, he says he can't tell me. When I ask when I'm going to get it, he's all "I can't give it to you know. You'll understand when I give it to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyweyz, I closed my eyes. He pulled me to his desk area and he asked me to open up my peeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SVjggu1OIKI/AAAAAAAACCQ/UZ3VyBbTCEw/s1600-h/IMG_2588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SVjggu1OIKI/AAAAAAAACCQ/UZ3VyBbTCEw/s320/IMG_2588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285221015650967714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SVjgg2vUHhI/AAAAAAAACCY/TI5qQNa6W44/s1600-h/IMG_2596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SVjgg2vUHhI/AAAAAAAACCY/TI5qQNa6W44/s320/IMG_2596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285221017773678098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SVjghWZH2NI/AAAAAAAACCg/ohyPfZf51RE/s1600-h/IMG_2590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SVjghWZH2NI/AAAAAAAACCg/ohyPfZf51RE/s320/IMG_2590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285221026270533842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a HAMSTER!!! &lt;33333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SVjgiBkcAKI/AAAAAAAACCo/M8a4moNh4iA/s1600-h/IMG_2592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SVjgiBkcAKI/AAAAAAAACCo/M8a4moNh4iA/s320/IMG_2592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285221037860716706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO HAPPY!!! (I know what it looks like, but I wasn't posing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called it Patapon. =D After the game. It's just as adorable! I'm thinking of getting a mate for it, cuz I've read in forums that they like playing with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so estatic about my Patapon (I've been dreaming about owning a hamster for a while, but my Mum just said no). He's so cute! =D Thank you, Baby! You ROCK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-5754192139100766292?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/5754192139100766292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=5754192139100766292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5754192139100766292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5754192139100766292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-happy.html' title='Very Happy.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SVjggu1OIKI/AAAAAAAACCQ/UZ3VyBbTCEw/s72-c/IMG_2588.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-8712331078208267096</id><published>2008-12-19T22:41:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:58:28.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Random Day Out.</title><content type='html'>I went out with Daph Beloved and Vee Sweetheart yesterday. Vee's cousin came along too. She has a real, authentic Juicy bag! Makes my fake one from Manila commit suicide in shame. We had uber fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pre-vaining moment at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUu-rX_TO1I/AAAAAAAAB94/O1t3SrsF7-A/s1600-h/IMG_2238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUu-rX_TO1I/AAAAAAAAB94/O1t3SrsF7-A/s320/IMG_2238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281524640405207890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUu-rNYBgzI/AAAAAAAAB9w/EwngEftVrFs/s1600-h/IMG_2240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUu-rNYBgzI/AAAAAAAAB9w/EwngEftVrFs/s320/IMG_2240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281524637556114226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUu-q6043qI/AAAAAAAAB9o/qGS-ETpdVP8/s1600-h/IMG_2234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUu-q6043qI/AAAAAAAAB9o/qGS-ETpdVP8/s320/IMG_2234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281524632576908962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuilap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out at Countrypatch. I heard from Andrew that the food here was the best in Brunei, but upon trying it, it's very mediocre. And expensive for the portions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUu-r8CZR6I/AAAAAAAAB-I/TvhH0neBlIc/s1600-h/IMG_2250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUu-r8CZR6I/AAAAAAAAB-I/TvhH0neBlIc/s320/IMG_2250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281524650081863586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUu-rsiOoyI/AAAAAAAAB-A/B39LOhP5KFc/s1600-h/IMG_2248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUu-rsiOoyI/AAAAAAAAB-A/B39LOhP5KFc/s320/IMG_2248.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281524645920416546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journey to the Mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvD2UxOwXI/AAAAAAAAB-w/L_2cz6aP-rk/s1600-h/IMG_2257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvD2UxOwXI/AAAAAAAAB-w/L_2cz6aP-rk/s320/IMG_2257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281530326077587826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvD1_HSmqI/AAAAAAAAB-o/WGhHfY7TQJY/s1600-h/IMG_2256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvD1_HSmqI/AAAAAAAAB-o/WGhHfY7TQJY/s320/IMG_2256.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281530320264534690" 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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvD1rxlozI/AAAAAAAAB-g/ALWLezsWJ0c/s1600-h/IMG_2255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvD1rxlozI/AAAAAAAAB-g/ALWLezsWJ0c/s320/IMG_2255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281530315073233714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvD1FLXiNI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/hbPCMBSXE3k/s1600-h/IMG_2253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvD1FLXiNI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/hbPCMBSXE3k/s320/IMG_2253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281530304712378578" 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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvD0o4i7lI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/RmkT0WhkmjI/s1600-h/IMG_2252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvD0o4i7lI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/RmkT0WhkmjI/s320/IMG_2252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281530297117240914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took this while she was driving. Real cam whores pose while driving =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gadong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvFuqFFi1I/AAAAAAAAB_A/aMLYT5wcbDQ/s1600-h/IMG_2264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvFuqFFi1I/AAAAAAAAB_A/aMLYT5wcbDQ/s320/IMG_2264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281532393382316882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvFuRkVzAI/AAAAAAAAB-4/cedgYuuzDYs/s1600-h/IMG_2262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvFuRkVzAI/AAAAAAAAB-4/cedgYuuzDYs/s320/IMG_2262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281532386802519042" 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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvFuy_XPlI/AAAAAAAAB_I/wO7j63G8zO0/s1600-h/IMG_2265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvFuy_XPlI/AAAAAAAAB_I/wO7j63G8zO0/s320/IMG_2265.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281532395774230098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah man! Vuili is rolling in deep. LoL. Ran into him at the Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvFvTtZPtI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/ya3gaVSNQyw/s1600-h/IMG_2268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvFvTtZPtI/AAAAAAAAB_Y/ya3gaVSNQyw/s320/IMG_2268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281532404557233874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvFvCUKxeI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/yfDBVeL_ows/s1600-h/IMG_2267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvFvCUKxeI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/yfDBVeL_ows/s320/IMG_2267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281532399888025058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvHlvUmQjI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Xcp-eRe1WEA/s1600-h/IMG_2271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvHlvUmQjI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Xcp-eRe1WEA/s320/IMG_2271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281534439193985586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvJm5JsOoI/AAAAAAAAB_4/6nUW2D1-hxM/s1600-h/IMG_2270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvJm5JsOoI/AAAAAAAAB_4/6nUW2D1-hxM/s320/IMG_2270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281536658035718786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to CheezeBox after cuz I was thirsty and Daph needed a place to write xmas cards. Ended up playing Geo challenge as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to take a random trip to the beach after our tea. We asked Jase along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvHmiJEAbI/AAAAAAAAB_w/EjiZnckw4hQ/s1600-h/IMG_2274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvHmiJEAbI/AAAAAAAAB_w/EjiZnckw4hQ/s320/IMG_2274.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281534452835811762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvHmJ219tI/AAAAAAAAB_o/i-W2nxPubFY/s1600-h/IMG_2273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvHmJ219tI/AAAAAAAAB_o/i-W2nxPubFY/s320/IMG_2273.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281534446316943058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go to Berakas Beach. We kept driving and driving... and somehow, we ended up at Jerudong. Jerudong Park is a theme park that was a gem back in the day, but due to nearly no maintenance and neglect, it's all dilapidated now. Good for reminiscing though. It used to be free! Now, you have to pay $5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jerudong Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvMGmb7SDI/AAAAAAAACAg/8oVaQlpU_R8/s1600-h/IMG_2319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvMGmb7SDI/AAAAAAAACAg/8oVaQlpU_R8/s320/IMG_2319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281539401790998578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvMGYGwxZI/AAAAAAAACAY/vxfgy9Z-KjU/s1600-h/IMG_2316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvMGYGwxZI/AAAAAAAACAY/vxfgy9Z-KjU/s320/IMG_2316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281539397944133010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvMGEirqVI/AAAAAAAACAQ/gbYMmWw0SIk/s1600-h/IMG_2310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvMGEirqVI/AAAAAAAACAQ/gbYMmWw0SIk/s320/IMG_2310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281539392692529490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvMFxR8cUI/AAAAAAAACAI/k5_HAUKObh0/s1600-h/IMG_2307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvMFxR8cUI/AAAAAAAACAI/k5_HAUKObh0/s320/IMG_2307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281539387522052418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvMFMaHdrI/AAAAAAAACAA/-hH8oZRlR7o/s1600-h/IMG_2306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvMFMaHdrI/AAAAAAAACAA/-hH8oZRlR7o/s320/IMG_2306.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281539377624217266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvPKYYY2rI/AAAAAAAACBI/IH-8INIIA5U/s1600-h/IMG_2329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvPKYYY2rI/AAAAAAAACBI/IH-8INIIA5U/s320/IMG_2329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281542765272423090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvPJ5yc12I/AAAAAAAACBA/kWmIYARqkdc/s1600-h/IMG_2327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvPJ5yc12I/AAAAAAAACBA/kWmIYARqkdc/s320/IMG_2327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281542757060237154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvPJhObqyI/AAAAAAAACA4/U08lprpD_mA/s1600-h/IMG_2326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvPJhObqyI/AAAAAAAACA4/U08lprpD_mA/s320/IMG_2326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281542750466714402" 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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvPJKEhHoI/AAAAAAAACAw/dGKOq979USM/s1600-h/IMG_2324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvPJKEhHoI/AAAAAAAACAw/dGKOq979USM/s320/IMG_2324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281542744251113090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I like this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvPIi7UAwI/AAAAAAAACAo/glXa2B1lVWk/s1600-h/IMG_2321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvPIi7UAwI/AAAAAAAACAo/glXa2B1lVWk/s320/IMG_2321.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281542733743522562" 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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvQkVEDpPI/AAAAAAAACBo/ssnUXDqQvjU/s1600-h/IMG_2345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvQkVEDpPI/AAAAAAAACBo/ssnUXDqQvjU/s320/IMG_2345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544310570067186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvQkMkF6-I/AAAAAAAACBg/egdZIZPobaA/s1600-h/IMG_2342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvQkMkF6-I/AAAAAAAACBg/egdZIZPobaA/s320/IMG_2342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544308288515042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Real camwhores also pose while being banged around in a bumper car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvRJpoPhKI/AAAAAAAACB4/rdhNX6xtESw/s1600-h/IMG_2341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvRJpoPhKI/AAAAAAAACB4/rdhNX6xtESw/s320/IMG_2341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544951745709218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvQjqpDkSI/AAAAAAAACBY/dYbeQfXGEi8/s1600-h/IMG_2333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvQjqpDkSI/AAAAAAAACBY/dYbeQfXGEi8/s320/IMG_2333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544299182526754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvQi7SbqoI/AAAAAAAACBQ/ziWSCa0FRt0/s1600-h/IMG_2331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvQi7SbqoI/AAAAAAAACBQ/ziWSCa0FRt0/s320/IMG_2331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544286471170690" 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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvQlBBi8hI/AAAAAAAACBw/dS3b0ddmv0g/s1600-h/IMG_2349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvQlBBi8hI/AAAAAAAACBw/dS3b0ddmv0g/s320/IMG_2349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281544322370695698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken.&lt;/div&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvSFxMWxgI/AAAAAAAACCI/Q_v5vSWyrQc/s1600-h/IMG_2352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvSFxMWxgI/AAAAAAAACCI/Q_v5vSWyrQc/s320/IMG_2352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281545984568378882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attitude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvSFfPmP2I/AAAAAAAACCA/G78YnJ48ntM/s1600-h/IMG_2358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUvSFfPmP2I/AAAAAAAACCA/G78YnJ48ntM/s320/IMG_2358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281545979750137698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear that there was a tower here before. How do you get rid of a tower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time that this picture was taken was about 6.30pm. It's already getting dark. In Singapore, the sky only starts darkening at about... 7.30pm? Weird things that I've noticed since being back. I also realised that Brunei is very green. As in greenery green.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-8712331078208267096?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/8712331078208267096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=8712331078208267096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/8712331078208267096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/8712331078208267096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/12/our-random-day-out.html' title='Our Random Day Out.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUu-rX_TO1I/AAAAAAAAB94/O1t3SrsF7-A/s72-c/IMG_2238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-598353344432879747</id><published>2008-12-17T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T22:37:05.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUkOg_XSuPI/AAAAAAAAB84/P2tyfLcCEno/s1600-h/the+truth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 74px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUkOg_XSuPI/AAAAAAAAB84/P2tyfLcCEno/s320/the+truth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280767997996349682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-598353344432879747?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/598353344432879747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=598353344432879747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/598353344432879747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/598353344432879747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/12/truth.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SUkOg_XSuPI/AAAAAAAAB84/P2tyfLcCEno/s72-c/the+truth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-93953828743558788</id><published>2008-12-15T18:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:14:02.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An update.</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just reached Brunei yesterday. I really miss my bed. I didn't realise how much. So, the week in retrospect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I just spent the last half an hour trying to upload photos to no avail. I will upload again later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brunei kakis, contact me ok?? MSN, Facebook, my house number, whatever. I want to hang out with all of you before you all jet off overseas for studies =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-93953828743558788?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/93953828743558788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=93953828743558788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/93953828743558788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/93953828743558788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/12/update.html' title='An update.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-363582571321526008</id><published>2008-12-08T16:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:53:42.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow-motion.</title><content type='html'>Quite tired now, so a really brief summary of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weds after school, ZX, Jo and I went to the Jurong Swimming Complex at Chinese Gardens. It's so fab man. Had so much fun! But I pretty much dieded after 3 hours. So exhausting. I got sun burnt too =( We took a video there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozfhkAb649g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ozfhkAb649g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was the long awaited SIZZLER OUTING! YAYY!!!! It was so fab! The all-you-can-eat salad bar was to die for. I ate millions of particles of ice-cream. Participants include ZX, Jo and I. Sederick came later, but Ger pang seh us =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzjLw0KAGI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/81mNVikslzA/s1600-h/IMG_1608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzjLw0KAGI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/81mNVikslzA/s320/IMG_1608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277342654593106018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzhartI_DI/AAAAAAAAB7I/s8imEoTbx6k/s1600-h/IMG_1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzhartI_DI/AAAAAAAAB7I/s8imEoTbx6k/s320/IMG_1603.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277340711896284210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzhaddEC0I/AAAAAAAAB7A/6HRE4zq7zfU/s1600-h/IMG_1601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzhaddEC0I/AAAAAAAAB7A/6HRE4zq7zfU/s320/IMG_1601.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277340708070755138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzhaP-YQgI/AAAAAAAAB64/7V2-sAVroZ0/s1600-h/IMG_1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzhaP-YQgI/AAAAAAAAB64/7V2-sAVroZ0/s320/IMG_1593.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277340704452395522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzhZ-o3x7I/AAAAAAAAB6w/AjbahU8keo4/s1600-h/IMG_1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzhZ-o3x7I/AAAAAAAAB6w/AjbahU8keo4/s320/IMG_1592.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277340699798783922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzhZbinhyI/AAAAAAAAB6o/jQcweNjPTvI/s1600-h/IMG_1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzhZbinhyI/AAAAAAAAB6o/jQcweNjPTvI/s320/IMG_1590.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277340690377312034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat was Sylvia's wedding. It was at the church right opposite my school! Like walking distance. It was a really romantic and intimate wedding. Something I would like my own to be someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STznvLDe16I/AAAAAAAAB74/3dJ8_UFXOpo/s1600-h/IMG_1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STznvLDe16I/AAAAAAAAB74/3dJ8_UFXOpo/s320/IMG_1627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277347660978640802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STznu5680nI/AAAAAAAAB7w/jXEs5uf52uA/s1600-h/IMG_1638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STznu5680nI/AAAAAAAAB7w/jXEs5uf52uA/s320/IMG_1638.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277347656379454066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STznuTqvFgI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Pv4CcgTbztA/s1600-h/IMG_1631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STznuTqvFgI/AAAAAAAAB7o/Pv4CcgTbztA/s320/IMG_1631.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277347646110897666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STznuFC8VLI/AAAAAAAAB7g/7aKuf2--ed8/s1600-h/IMG_1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STznuFC8VLI/AAAAAAAAB7g/7aKuf2--ed8/s320/IMG_1629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277347642185897138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzntz9U1AI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/rd1qxgHNtk4/s1600-h/IMG_1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzntz9U1AI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/rd1qxgHNtk4/s320/IMG_1625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277347637598934018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, Sed and I went out with his friends. We went to his friend's bar at ChinaTown. I had the most enjoyable time, ever =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzq9dV5swI/AAAAAAAAB8g/EGXwRn0OhXk/s1600-h/IMG_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzq9dV5swI/AAAAAAAAB8g/EGXwRn0OhXk/s320/IMG_1646.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277351204940788482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzq9Mt1JiI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/CRB87ALAX54/s1600-h/IMG_1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzq9Mt1JiI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/CRB87ALAX54/s320/IMG_1645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277351200477750818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzq8-W8EPI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/c9DM6M_2t8Q/s1600-h/IMG_1644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzq8-W8EPI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/c9DM6M_2t8Q/s320/IMG_1644.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277351196623638770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzq8jGSjsI/AAAAAAAAB8I/NL3BF2ZYhoA/s1600-h/IMG_1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzq8jGSjsI/AAAAAAAAB8I/NL3BF2ZYhoA/s320/IMG_1643.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277351189306052290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzq8BMiPnI/AAAAAAAAB8A/5mizWoxi-Gc/s1600-h/IMG_1642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzq8BMiPnI/AAAAAAAAB8A/5mizWoxi-Gc/s320/IMG_1642.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277351180205440626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzukaoh39I/AAAAAAAAB8w/Pp8qAoca33w/s1600-h/IMG_1659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzukaoh39I/AAAAAAAAB8w/Pp8qAoca33w/s320/IMG_1659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277355172763394002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzujx1vQNI/AAAAAAAAB8o/PT8NHHpwkBY/s1600-h/IMG_1655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzujx1vQNI/AAAAAAAAB8o/PT8NHHpwkBY/s320/IMG_1655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277355161812943058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-363582571321526008?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/363582571321526008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=363582571321526008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/363582571321526008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/363582571321526008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/12/slow-motion.html' title='Slow-motion.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STzjLw0KAGI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/81mNVikslzA/s72-c/IMG_1608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-6099625764015664719</id><published>2008-12-03T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T17:34:19.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Vuina, Ervy, Jase and (by proxy) Daph</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this beautiful song about Mario Kart to my lovely Mario Karting buddies - Vuina Beloved, Ervy Sweetheart, Jase Magic Man and Daphne Dearest (who races with us in spirit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and love you all. Hope this brings back fond memories =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VDBpQVhCMb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VDBpQVhCMb8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: I know sometimes we're very T.T about watching youtube vids on blogs, but you guys really have to watch this! It's amazing! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V1:&lt;br /&gt;You be my princess&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your toad&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow behind you&lt;br /&gt;on rainbow road&lt;br /&gt;Protect you from red shells&lt;br /&gt;wherever we go&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V2:&lt;br /&gt;Noone will touch us&lt;br /&gt;if we pick up a star&lt;br /&gt;If you spin out&lt;br /&gt;you can ride in my car&lt;br /&gt;When we slide together&lt;br /&gt;we generate sparks&lt;br /&gt;in our wheels and our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;The finish line&lt;br /&gt;is just around the bend&lt;br /&gt;I'll pause this game&lt;br /&gt;so our love will never end&lt;br /&gt;Let's go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V3:&lt;br /&gt;The blue shell is coming&lt;br /&gt;so I'll go ahead&lt;br /&gt;If you hang behind&lt;br /&gt;it'll hit me instead&lt;br /&gt;but never look back&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm down but not dead&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about&lt;br /&gt;Bowser or DK&lt;br /&gt;Eat this glowing mushroom&lt;br /&gt;and they'll all fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorusx2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the mushroom cup&lt;br /&gt;and the flower cup&lt;br /&gt;and the star cup&lt;br /&gt;and the reverse cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walalalalala&lt;br /&gt;walalalalalawaluigiiiiii&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-6099625764015664719?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/6099625764015664719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=6099625764015664719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6099625764015664719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6099625764015664719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-vuina-ervy-jase-and-by-proxy-daph.html' title='To Vuina, Ervy, Jase and (by proxy) Daph'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-6562640060195793393</id><published>2008-12-02T01:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T01:22:38.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HAVE 3 BLISTERS ON MY FOOT. I WILL NEVER WEAR SHOES AGAIN. I WILL WALK BAREFOOTED AND FEEL MOTHER EARTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-6562640060195793393?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/6562640060195793393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=6562640060195793393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6562640060195793393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6562640060195793393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-3-blisters-on-my-foot.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7652052117403214328</id><published>2008-11-28T22:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:23:32.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks to be poor.</title><content type='html'>IT SUCKS TO BE POOR. Why? Let me count the ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. ZoukOut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STAA3PpZmyI/AAAAAAAAB6I/NrssVL508qM/s1600-h/Itx5wjmm9m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STAA3PpZmyI/AAAAAAAAB6I/NrssVL508qM/s320/Itx5wjmm9m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273716112743832354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously regret not buying the early bird entry ($38). Now I'll have to shell out $48. =( First 300 Singtel users get free flow from 7pm-10pm! I am going to park myself there at 6am and guzzle myself like mad when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amount credited: $48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2. Big Night Out feat. The Ting Tings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STAHYueOmEI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/TXDGyMukMSY/s1600-h/TheTingTings_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STAHYueOmEI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/TXDGyMukMSY/s320/TheTingTings_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273723285023922242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tings Tings will play live in Singapore on the 13 of Jan 2009 at Fort Canning Hill.Early bird tickets for The Ting Tings are $85 from now till December 15th and $95 from December 16th – January 13th. Tickets are $105 at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For fans wanting to catch both The Ting Tings &amp;amp; The Prodigy, The Double Shot Package is available for only $150 till Dec 15, $160 from Dec 16 – Jan 12th 2009 and $170 on Jan 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, $85. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amount credited: $85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3. ReadySetGlo Present Steve Aoki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STAOi2gHR4I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/uiLpZ5-FgJI/s1600-h/steveaokiDec08.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STAOi2gHR4I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/uiLpZ5-FgJI/s320/steveaokiDec08.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273731155559401346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUN 07 DEC 08 /Eve of Hari Raya Haji  / ZOUK&lt;br /&gt;STEVE AOKI (US)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amount credit: Free, if I can get bf to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I'm going to Sed's family function on the 7th. I sad. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I'm getting depressed just thinking about all the money flying out of my account soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT//:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what Jolene has reminded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3. Our Long-Awaited Sizzler Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STC0_AXBeXI/AAAAAAAAB6g/kIguJKECZjY/s1600-h/0508NowOpenSuntecflyerMail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STC0_AXBeXI/AAAAAAAAB6g/kIguJKECZjY/s320/0508NowOpenSuntecflyerMail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273914158172174706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this for so long! All you can eat salad bar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amount Credited: $20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-7652052117403214328?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7652052117403214328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7652052117403214328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7652052117403214328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7652052117403214328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/11/sucks-to-be-poor.html' title='Sucks to be poor.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/STAA3PpZmyI/AAAAAAAAB6I/NrssVL508qM/s72-c/Itx5wjmm9m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-2280103852970519670</id><published>2008-11-28T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T03:04:28.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Short Playlist</title><content type='html'>There are a few things that keep me thinking of you - silly mementos that mentally cue me to remember you. Here's a playlist dedication to my silly Sederick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Six Feet Under the Stars - All Time Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I think myself deserving of&lt;br /&gt;a little time off,&lt;br /&gt;we can kick it here for hours and&lt;br /&gt;just mouth off about the world&lt;br /&gt;and how we know it’s going straight to hell&lt;br /&gt;pass me another bottle honey, the Yaeger's so sweet&lt;br /&gt;but if it keeps you around, then I’m down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;This song reminds me of all the times we spent at the park just talking and talking about silly and stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thunder - Boys Like Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;br /&gt;Do you know youre unlike any other?&lt;br /&gt;Youll always be my thunder, and I said&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna ever love another&lt;br /&gt;Youll always be my thunder&lt;br /&gt;So bring on the rain&lt;br /&gt;And bring on the thunder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;Typical romantic song. Makes me think of loved ones and running away from the rain. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With You - Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;And oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm into you&lt;br /&gt;And girl no&lt;br /&gt;One else would do&lt;br /&gt;Cuz with every kiss&lt;br /&gt;And every hug&lt;br /&gt;You make me&lt;br /&gt;Fall in love&lt;br /&gt;And now I&lt;br /&gt;Know I can't be the only one&lt;br /&gt;I bet its hearts all over the world tonight&lt;br /&gt;With the love of they life&lt;br /&gt;Who feel&lt;br /&gt;What I feel when I'm&lt;br /&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you&lt;br /&gt;Girl&lt;br /&gt;With you, with you, with you, with you, with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;HAHAH! This involved a webcam and an intense competition in Karaoke party. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Sed =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nicknorah.com.sg/" title="blocked::http://nicknorah.com.sg/"&gt;http://nicknorah.com.sg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie opening 11th Dec!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-2280103852970519670?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/2280103852970519670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=2280103852970519670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2280103852970519670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2280103852970519670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-short-playlist.html' title='My Short Playlist'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-3083764544498204008</id><published>2008-11-20T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T00:45:37.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid JC students</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="560"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;td colspan="3"&gt;&lt;span class="content_bold_title"&gt;Tied up and humiliated on birthday                                     &lt;!-- TITLE : end--&gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;                &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;               &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" height="15"&gt;                  &lt;img src="http://www.asiaone.com/a1media/site/common/blank.gif" height="15" width="5" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;               &lt;/tr&gt;                &lt;!-- Story With Image End --&gt;                                       &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="3" class="bodytext"&gt;                 &lt;!-- CONTENT : start --&gt;                                &lt;p&gt;Is this simply a case of a birthday celebration gone too far?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;An enraged STOMPer came across a video of a group of Anglo-Chinese Junior College (ACJC) students hazing a female student in school, on her birthday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In the video, the unwilling victim, clad in her uniform top and skirt, is tied to a chin-up bar by her "friends". They then proceed to smear her face and clothes with cake and pour chocolate milk over her head, all the while laughing amongst themselves, disregarding the girl's pleas for them to stop. At one point, the resigned birthday girl is seen breaking down in tears.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://www.asiaone.com/static/ads/scripts/adsimu.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Says the STOMPer, who contributed the story under the pseudonym, "outraged": "Chocolate milk and foreign substances stuffed into clothing is absolutely ridiculous and unacceptable. I am very enraged by this act." "There is no way the victim is enjoying this."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The final insult? The footage of the "celebration", posted on a popular online video-sharing channel, was tagged with the word, "loser".&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"What kind of birthday celebration is this", wondered the STOMPer, disturbed by the footage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The cruelty that the students demonstrated as well as the blatant disregard for the feelings of another human being is indeed appalling. At one point in the video, a fellow female student is seen trying to free the victim. However, another student immediately shoved her hand away to stop her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Outraged" continues, "Although birthday pranks are generally harmless and for the intent of everyone having a good time, this has clearly gone overboard."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Not only were the students, both male and female, guilty of participating in her humiliation, teachers apparently do not think such actions warrant concern as well. A staff member is shown in the video admonishing the students, not for humiliating the girl, but for making a mess of the place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"Outrage" hopes the matter will be looked into, and that school rules be revised in order to ensure the safety of students.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Are such incidents harmless fun or an excuse to inflict torture and humiliation on others? 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personal (then-private) blog&lt;/a&gt; since oct2007, and i've just started blogging there again. it's been a few days, didn't know when i should unprivate/publicize it but yeah. thought i should do it before i stop blogging again (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very apt url, if i do say so myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-5617263056484146426?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/5617263056484146426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=5617263056484146426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5617263056484146426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5617263056484146426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-let-you-know.html' title='to let you know (:'/><author><name>daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860994530901406384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-804187195631110340</id><published>2008-11-18T23:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T00:22:09.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TEN things you wish you could say to TEN different people right​ now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Regardless of how little I seem to connect with you all, you all are always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;9) It feels awkward talking to you now. What we had is gone. Maybe it's better this way.&lt;br /&gt;8) I hate to admit it to you, but I'm HAPPIER now then I've been for a really long time.&lt;br /&gt;7) I hope you bald prematurely, you retard. I still feel resentful that you shamed me to no end.&lt;br /&gt;6) Thank you for teaching me so much. I never understood what you were saying before, but it's starting to get clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;5) I wish you all were here. I get an ache in my heart whenever I think about the times we used to share.&lt;br /&gt;4) I have misjudged you all. I now look forward to everyday 'cause of you all.&lt;br /&gt;3) I think you are a chauvinistic, dishonest, stupid pig. But I will never tell that to your face because I'm gutless.&lt;br /&gt;2) I know you mean the best, but SERIOUSLY. GO AWAY!&lt;br /&gt;1) No one has ever made me so happy. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE things about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;9) I am always hungry&lt;br /&gt;8) I keep thinking about my weight.&lt;br /&gt;7) I love chatting and bonding.&lt;br /&gt;6) I wish I were part of a theater production again. A musical!&lt;br /&gt;5) I hate balloons. That is my phobia.&lt;br /&gt;4) I love the smell of old books and grass after the rain.&lt;br /&gt;3) My hair cannot stay curled for more than 1 hour.&lt;br /&gt;2) I hate running.&lt;br /&gt;1) As gutsy as I am, I'm afraid to hurt people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT ​ways to win your heart​.&lt;br /&gt;8) Be fit&lt;br /&gt;7) Be eloquent&lt;br /&gt;6) Have a comprehensive vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;5) Read&lt;br /&gt;4) Shower me with attention&lt;br /&gt;3) Put up with my annoying ways&lt;br /&gt;2) Be silly sometimes&lt;br /&gt;1) Love me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN​ things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;br /&gt;7) I am very hungry.&lt;br /&gt;6) I am very fat.&lt;br /&gt;5) I am very poor.&lt;br /&gt;4) I wish I wasn't a nobody&lt;br /&gt;3) Muhahaha. I think I'm a genius.&lt;br /&gt;2) I feel sleepy&lt;br /&gt;1) What should I do later?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX things you do before you fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;6) Check email&lt;br /&gt;5) Chat with my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;4) Mentally plan out my day&lt;br /&gt;3) Check my facebook + miscellaneous websites&lt;br /&gt;2) Call and complain to my bf that I'm not tired&lt;br /&gt;1) Pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE people who mean a lot at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the moment&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5) My simplyvivacious girls + Vee&lt;br /&gt;4) My DMC friends&lt;br /&gt;3) My friends in Singapore&lt;br /&gt;2) My family&lt;br /&gt;1)My Turtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR things you see right​ now.&lt;br /&gt;4) EOF notes&lt;br /&gt;3) Nail file&lt;br /&gt;2) Mirror&lt;br /&gt;1) Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE​ songs that you listen to often.&lt;br /&gt;3) Boys like Girls - Thunder&lt;br /&gt;2) All Time Low - Six Feet Under the Stars&lt;br /&gt;1) Britney Spears - Womanizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO things you want to do before you die.&lt;br /&gt;2) Get a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;1) Backpacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE confession​.&lt;br /&gt;1) I wish I wasn't so conscious about myself. I wish I had more confidence about the skin I'm in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-804187195631110340?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/804187195631110340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=804187195631110340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/804187195631110340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/804187195631110340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/11/ten-things-you-wish-you-could-say-to.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-625864181637027337</id><published>2008-11-11T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:11:03.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PR practitioners are henceforth not welcomed to my blog for 1 week &gt;=/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-625864181637027337?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/625864181637027337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=625864181637027337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/625864181637027337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/625864181637027337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/11/pr-practitioners-are-henceforth-not.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-6031391378874079795</id><published>2008-11-09T01:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:09:12.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transient.</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, third blog of the day. To be expected when you nothing but rot at home. The problem about rotting at home is thinking. You start to think and reflect about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a bout of melancholy, I went to read some of our old archives. It really brings back happier days. That's the word I want to highlight - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happier&lt;/span&gt;. Even though now that I live overseas and my studies aren't as greek to me as back when I was in Brunei, I'm still not as happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have the freedom I've always craved. I have the ability to make choices for myself. I have the chance to go where ever I want to go and whatever time I want to. Yet, all these seem lackluster. The days just seem to blend into one long monotonous day. It's as if I never truly sleep. It's as if every night, I take a short nap just to wake up to what I was doing the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in SAS (when I did go to school), every day was filled with colour. Even though you had a timetable to follow, everyday seemed unpredictable. For me, every day held anticipation about what little quirk would light up my day. Would it be a funny topic with the girls? Or some lame joke from a friend? Or some unbelievable behaviour from a teacher? These things seem to trivial, but they made my life HAPPY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life now seems so... jaded. It's as if someone is filming on 25 fps. The colours are blander and more Eastern European. Blehs. What happened to the crazy colours? When did this transformation happen? How come I wasn't aware of it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's the change of location or just the simple fact of growing up. Life before was full of vibrant colours and bubbles that burst in laughter. I remember promising myself back when I was young that I would never lose my vivaciousness - that I wouldn't need to conform to how society thinks a grown up should be. If I want to be silly and laugh a lot when I'm 21, then so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 19, I realised that I didn't manage to keep that promise to myself. It turns out that those colours were transient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-6031391378874079795?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/6031391378874079795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=6031391378874079795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6031391378874079795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6031391378874079795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/11/transient.html' title='Transient.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-1596064598651298899</id><published>2008-11-08T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T15:59:26.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On America's Next Top Model...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRVGyA__5NI/AAAAAAAAB6A/qYNOd2H0pIE/s1600-h/Elina-americas-next-top-model-2050263-314-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRVGyA__5NI/AAAAAAAAB6A/qYNOd2H0pIE/s320/Elina-americas-next-top-model-2050263-314-400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266193164355495122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On America's Next Top Model...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE ELINA! *Laughs joyously to self*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-1596064598651298899?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/1596064598651298899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=1596064598651298899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1596064598651298899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1596064598651298899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-americas-next-top-model.html' title='On America&apos;s Next Top Model...'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRVGyA__5NI/AAAAAAAAB6A/qYNOd2H0pIE/s72-c/Elina-americas-next-top-model-2050263-314-400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-2295368396136342196</id><published>2008-11-08T12:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:10:51.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time after time.</title><content type='html'>After Gerlynn's grubby hands went through my phone today, I felt motivated to empty out the pics in my cam and phone out into my comp. Many weeks have gone by without a proper update, so photoblog ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A majority of the pics on my cam are those of me and Sed, so this segment is aptly called:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics with Sed (spanning 2 weeks, I think)&lt;/span&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUWuEV25SI/AAAAAAAAB4I/1O9hOjkEjZM/s1600-h/IMG_1390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUWuEV25SI/AAAAAAAAB4I/1O9hOjkEjZM/s320/IMG_1390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266140319974876450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mysterious Sexy picture&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUWtqBzSbI/AAAAAAAAB4A/9CoexeWWVhI/s1600-h/IMG_1385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUWtqBzSbI/AAAAAAAAB4A/9CoexeWWVhI/s320/IMG_1385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266140312911432114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with Sederick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUWtHRaQBI/AAAAAAAAB34/JQldzUcX_2M/s1600-h/IMG_1218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUWtHRaQBI/AAAAAAAAB34/JQldzUcX_2M/s320/IMG_1218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266140303581659154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working out a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUWssWiINI/AAAAAAAAB3w/aDmIM9mVTjg/s1600-h/IMG_1206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUWssWiINI/AAAAAAAAB3w/aDmIM9mVTjg/s320/IMG_1206.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266140296355389650" 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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUWsdjZeyI/AAAAAAAAB3o/064AOt19DPs/s1600-h/IMG_1191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUWsdjZeyI/AAAAAAAAB3o/064AOt19DPs/s320/IMG_1191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266140292382817058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he looks like a turtle here...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 26th of October, my cousin Serene had her engagement party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Serene's Engagement Party&lt;/span&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUYQrRtxLI/AAAAAAAAB4w/1MZ341MlSIE/s1600-h/IMG_1346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUYQrRtxLI/AAAAAAAAB4w/1MZ341MlSIE/s320/IMG_1346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266142014053663922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soon-to-be extended family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUYQlttTAI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Lio6PbAguZo/s1600-h/IMG_1310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUYQlttTAI/AAAAAAAAB4o/Lio6PbAguZo/s320/IMG_1310.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266142012560460802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUYQBFoMwI/AAAAAAAAB4g/g_3XVUm9d30/s1600-h/IMG_1300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUYQBFoMwI/AAAAAAAAB4g/g_3XVUm9d30/s320/IMG_1300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266142002728678146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUYPv8IgYI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/wVOE9afHZxk/s1600-h/IMG_1288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUYPv8IgYI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/wVOE9afHZxk/s320/IMG_1288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266141998125449602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Max! &lt;3&gt; He's the son of the groom's sister&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUYPWn0iYI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/0dK6SE51rAg/s1600-h/IMG_1282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUYPWn0iYI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/0dK6SE51rAg/s320/IMG_1282.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266141991329368450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bride-to-be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big thing that happened during the month was a trip to Suki Sushi! =DDDD After lecture one Wednesday, Gerlynn, Jolene, Zi Xin and I went down to Suki Sushi at Cine for their all-you-can-eat Japanese buffet! I'm not sure this is what Heaven will be like, but it would sure be delectable if it were like Suki Sushi. All you can eat Sashimi! And Cawanmushi! And eels and prawns and everything! There was this really nice dish called enoki something, and it was basically Japanese golden mushrooms wrapped in BACON! *cues angels singing* I know this is phenomenal, but we went in at 12.30pm and came out at around 4pm. O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics, courtesy of Gerlynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suki Sushi Joy&lt;/span&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUaEb7By1I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/AloC9TdbpTU/s1600-h/DSC09385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUaEb7By1I/AAAAAAAAB5Y/AloC9TdbpTU/s320/DSC09385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266144002796800850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUaEJLvd3I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/b3gYBoJ240w/s1600-h/DSC09378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUaEJLvd3I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/b3gYBoJ240w/s320/DSC09378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266143997766629234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miso soup with dreaded vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Can you help me order a small bowl of Miso soup?"&lt;br /&gt;Jo: "Why don't you order the one with vegetables in them? I'll eat the vegetables!"&lt;br /&gt;*Soup arrives, full of semi-raw vegetables*&lt;br /&gt;Jo: "Ok, this is not what I expected...*&lt;br /&gt;She then proceeded to make everyone eat the horrible veggies. ZX promptly told her 'no'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUaEEm7LWI/AAAAAAAAB5I/Oh9SndR3LiY/s1600-h/DSC09373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUaEEm7LWI/AAAAAAAAB5I/Oh9SndR3LiY/s320/DSC09373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266143996538465634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prawn tempura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUaD10MeeI/AAAAAAAAB5A/KzJCF95osQI/s1600-h/DSC09372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUaD10MeeI/AAAAAAAAB5A/KzJCF95osQI/s320/DSC09372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266143992567593442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorious Enoki something&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUaDtPH_vI/AAAAAAAAB44/vcaFvN7smps/s1600-h/DSC09371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUaDtPH_vI/AAAAAAAAB44/vcaFvN7smps/s320/DSC09371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266143990264626930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one has asparagus in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUd91Og5TI/AAAAAAAAB5o/A0jJat-nOpA/s1600-h/DSC09375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUd91Og5TI/AAAAAAAAB5o/A0jJat-nOpA/s320/DSC09375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266148287376844082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may look a bit spastic, but I'm happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jolene, Zi Xin and Gerlynn got this for me as a belated birthday present. Thank you! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUfqyafPwI/AAAAAAAAB54/qCj1imYZvdM/s1600-h/IMG_1449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUfqyafPwI/AAAAAAAAB54/qCj1imYZvdM/s320/IMG_1449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266150159227502338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUfqi-L72I/AAAAAAAAB5w/mlPBqU7w7u8/s1600-h/IMG_1443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUfqi-L72I/AAAAAAAAB5w/mlPBqU7w7u8/s320/IMG_1443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266150155082264418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Mugging time. I've been sick the last few days. I used to love falling sick, cause I would get to stay at home and watch cartoons all day. When you're older though, the novelty wears off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-2295368396136342196?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/2295368396136342196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=2295368396136342196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2295368396136342196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2295368396136342196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-after-time.html' title='Time after time.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SRUWuEV25SI/AAAAAAAAB4I/1O9hOjkEjZM/s72-c/IMG_1390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-1774316545313110651</id><published>2008-11-01T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T22:29:15.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Omg. This is so sick. If you don't understand chinese, this is one incident where actions speak louder than words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;震惊啊！他们在吃人（组图）有良心的人顶一下！&lt;br /&gt;震惊啊！！丧尽天良啊！ -他们在吃人（组图）有良心的人顶一下广东三千元的(婴儿)汤：台商的壮*阳胜品&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263325305441289586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 106px; height: 165px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrWGl41t-_Q/SQsWeqAnBXI/AAAAAAAAA_g/0r0WQ7LGODc/s400/2005628105781lc5_th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;广 东的台商，最近流传著一个骇人听闻的进补潮流(婴儿)汤。花三四千元人民币，就吃到一盅用六七个月大的(婴儿)炖成的补汤，台商则形容是壮*阳胜品。在东 莞开工厂的王姓台商，自诩是(婴儿)汤的常客，几个月大的婴儿，加入巴戟、党参、当归、杞子、姜片，加入鸡肉排骨，炖八小时，很能补气、养血。他一边紧搂 身旁十九岁的湖南二(奶)，一边洋洋自得的说：以我六十二岁的年纪，每晚都可来一回（做*爱），还不是靠这个。眼见记者满脸狐疑，他自告奋勇，带记者见识 见识。&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263325308004866738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 285px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QrWGl41t-_Q/SQsWezj0GrI/AAAAAAAAA_o/H0Vtquu5xlw/s400/2005628105782ly5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;第 一站，他带记者到广东佛山市，找到吃开(婴儿)汤的餐厅，谁知主理的黎师傅却说：排骨（他们的暗语，指婴儿）不好搞，现货没有，胎盘倒有新鲜的，这东西不 能冷冻，新鲜的好。黎师傅告诉我们，真的要吃那个，有个外地来打工的夫妻，现在怀孕八个多月，由于两胎都女儿，再过几天准备盐水催生，如果又是女儿，到时 候就可以吃了。记者还是半信半疑，调查采访几个星期，还是听的多，没有亲眼见过，以为就此打住，谁知过不了几天，王姓台商来电：东西找到了，天气转冷，有 几个朋友正想进补。&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263326310431347410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 261px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrWGl41t-_Q/SQsXZJ46UtI/AAAAAAAAA_w/62eQ36UKBuM/s400/2005628105783jh5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;他带著记者来到台山，找到了餐厅，负责的高师傅带著我们一众人等，到厨房开眼界。但见那婴尸小小的比猫儿大不了多少，躺在砧板上，五个多月大，有点小。高师傅说著似乎有点歉意。&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263326318313059186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 263px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrWGl41t-_Q/SQsXZnQDs3I/AAAAAAAAA_4/IrIrtDH69JM/s400/2005628105784su4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;高师傅说女婴尸是朋友从乡下找来的，他不肯透露这女婴的搜购价，只说价钱是依据月份大小，死胎活胎而定。&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263326334974140114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 313px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrWGl41t-_Q/SQsXalUXntI/AAAAAAAABAA/z54PH1K_0-8/s400/2005628105785qz8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;王姓台商亦说，吃这一盅要三千五百元人民币，其他细节，他不理了。记者听他们在聊，流产或堕胎的死胎，中介人就包给产婆几百块红包，若是接近足月引产的活胎，则要付两千元红包给女婴的父母，当是收养；至于婴儿交到餐厅时，都已死亡，之前是死是活，已无从细考了。&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263325289138352466" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 231px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrWGl41t-_Q/SQsWdtRr8VI/AAAAAAAAA_I/f29Auj6pJxU/s400/2005628101876lu6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;这顿补汤记者无胆一尝，经厨房一役，久久无法吃东西，佯装不适离去。吃的都是女婴，是一子政策之害，还是中国人好进补的习性，已将到天谴的地步了!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263325296287845922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 258px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QrWGl41t-_Q/SQsWeH6QjiI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/5NpfbllgFVE/s400/2005628101877im5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263325296175231346" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 263px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QrWGl41t-_Q/SQsWeHfaMXI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/cQTK4E9ItlQ/s400/2005628101878oa3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;有良心的把这封讯息发出去。。&lt;br /&gt;让大家知道世界上还有重男轻女的习俗。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-1774316545313110651?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/1774316545313110651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=1774316545313110651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1774316545313110651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1774316545313110651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/11/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QrWGl41t-_Q/SQsWeqAnBXI/AAAAAAAAA_g/0r0WQ7LGODc/s72-c/2005628105781lc5_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-2831599124799720877</id><published>2008-10-28T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T23:18:01.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oktolive.</title><content type='html'>I am so proud of Oktolive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw my name on the credits, my stomach did a backflip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw the 'Singapore Polytechnic' words flash out, my heart swelled with joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Oktolive =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SQctFicIC7I/AAAAAAAAB3g/bIj5KtsuBTw/s1600-h/n32064403066_7903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SQctFicIC7I/AAAAAAAAB3g/bIj5KtsuBTw/s320/n32064403066_7903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262224262773083058" 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/20963896-2831599124799720877?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/2831599124799720877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=2831599124799720877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2831599124799720877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2831599124799720877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/10/oktolive.html' title='Oktolive.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SQctFicIC7I/AAAAAAAAB3g/bIj5KtsuBTw/s72-c/n32064403066_7903.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-351924244458374507</id><published>2008-10-27T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:36:31.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfair busfare.</title><content type='html'>Do you know what's so sickening? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying bus fare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what is even more annoying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A JC student (who, by the way, is the same age as I am) getting to pay a lower fare than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT GIVES?!?!!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the exact same age as any JC student out there. Why do I have to pay adult fares when I ride the bus while JC and ITE students get to travel at a cheaper price? What's the difference that warrants this? JUST because I go to a Poly instead of a JC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT GOOD ENOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.petitiononline.com/polybus/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poly students, please sign this petition! It is an appeal to bus companies to make bus fare for Poly students equal to our JC counterparts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough stereotyping. Make a stand!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-351924244458374507?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/351924244458374507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=351924244458374507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/351924244458374507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/351924244458374507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/10/unfair-busfare.html' title='Unfair busfare.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-869582166187506831</id><published>2008-10-26T21:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T04:25:09.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where is brunei</title><content type='html'>Explaining where Brunei is to foreigners is always tough. It's in Southeast Asia. It's on Borneo Island. It's two hours away from Singapore. And they still never really know. My housemates and I were talking about this over dinner. Fadz was telling us about how she had to introduce herself for her class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hi I'm Fadzillah and I'm twenty and I'm from Brunei.'&lt;br /&gt;'Ohh Brunei!'&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah, do you know where that is?'&lt;br /&gt;'Somewhere in the Middle East?'&lt;br /&gt;'No, it's in Southeast Asia. It's a really small country on Borneo Island.'&lt;br /&gt;'Oh really? How small?'&lt;br /&gt;'5765 sq km'&lt;br /&gt;'OMG HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT!'&lt;br /&gt;'Yeah it's really small! And we have less than 500,000 people! AND everyone is kinda sorta related to each other!'&lt;br /&gt;'EWWWWW'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA omg funniest thing I've heard since I've got here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-869582166187506831?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/869582166187506831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=869582166187506831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/869582166187506831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/869582166187506831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-is-brunei.html' title='where is brunei'/><author><name>vuina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674451824103254343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7082071251650665609</id><published>2008-10-14T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:15:22.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lol. Quotes.</title><content type='html'>Reading Wenting's blog reminded me of two funny quotes that were said the other day (doubt that a majority of you would understand it though):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my goodness. Can you please cross-dissolve into the background?" WTF??? AHHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe I should just paint myself green and key myself out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So creative =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-7082071251650665609?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7082071251650665609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7082071251650665609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7082071251650665609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7082071251650665609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/10/lol-quotes.html' title='Lol. Quotes.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-827585254028532018</id><published>2008-10-11T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:55:26.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty is natural? PLEASE!2</title><content type='html'>Omg. You will not believe what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *On the way out, putting lipgloss on*&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Cheryl, you shouldn't wear make-up, you know? Natural beauty is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.T(x100000000000000) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like there is only one happy compromise for us girls. The only way to wear make-up without being chastised by guys is to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;wear make-up that can't be seen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Jumps down 10 storeys*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-827585254028532018?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/827585254028532018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=827585254028532018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/827585254028532018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/827585254028532018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored-3.html' title='Beauty is natural? PLEASE!2'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-1196023107924354821</id><published>2008-10-10T04:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T02:41:42.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty is natural? PLEASE!</title><content type='html'>In regards to Hsien Huey's and Sabby's post on &lt;a href="http://ohana9.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ohana9&lt;/a&gt;, I would just like to say that I am sick of this supposed 'natural beauty' that most guys like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this 'natural beauty' look you ask? By common definition, it's the art of looking delicately pretty without seeming to try. That's the key word 'SEEMING'. I feel naturally vindicated by this, cuz God knows I've gotten my fair share of confusing opinions about make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have received my fair share of compliments from some of the guys I've dated/have liked me that I possess this so-called 'natural beauty'. They compliment me not because I look good (well, maybe because of that), but that it seems I need to take no effort to look presentable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! I take resentment to that! Being a woman is the most irritatingly hardworking job in the universe. I have to shave my leg hairs, shave my arm hairs (I know Sabby and Becky find this gross, but I do it, so whatever), pluck my eyebrows, do my nails, cleanse, tone and moisturize my face, buy shampoos and conditioners at exorbitant prices, give treatment to my hair, go for facials, do a million crunches a day (ok, exercising is a rare thing, but I do work out)... I would keep on typing but my fingers are tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's so irksome? I get practically prosecuted if I don't do at least half of these things! How many of you have laughed at girls who don't shave their armpits? My point exactly. No one laughs at guys if they don't shave their armpits, now do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a shitload of work to look even half-baked attractive and me (and my mum's money and effort) are insulted that you men choose to dismiss all our efforts and just account it to nature. Damn, if I were truly 'natural', I'd be accused of being an ugly lunatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guys nowadays, just a stitch of make-up and, WHOA! You're suddenly really fake. Don't talk to me about skin-toned coloured make-up and all that. I remember just the other day, I went out with a friend who said I was wearing 'too much make up', when I had only been wearing foundation, concealer and mascara. Oh, and maybe a little bit of blusher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned if you do take care of your looks, and damned if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, trust me. There's nothing more insulting to a woman than to tell her that she's wearing 'too much make up' when she's taken the efforts to dress for an occasion. I know some people OD on make-up and can leave imprints with how thick their make up is, but PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF MANKIND, DON'T SAY ANYTHING TO HER FACE. Just be nice and bite your tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, I saw that same friend a few days later when I wasn't wearing any make-up and he said I looked 'so much better'. On the same day that I was asked by concerned friends if I was feeling alright cuz I looked pale and tired. -.-' Men, I tell you. Anything for 'natural beauty'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I like make up. With make-up, my eye bags are not so noticeable, I have a radiant glow and look more polished. I feel more confident and I would like to think that I get positive attention from cute looking guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more examples of make-up vs. without make-up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SO9OvG8kIXI/AAAAAAAAB2w/WsOHnF9o7ug/s1600-h/Renee-Zellweger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SO9OvG8kIXI/AAAAAAAAB2w/WsOHnF9o7ug/s320/Renee-Zellweger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255505861390115186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Renee Zellwegger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SO9OvcnyBWI/AAAAAAAAB24/elMhcazAZXM/s1600-h/dita_no_makeup1.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SO9OvcnyBWI/AAAAAAAAB24/elMhcazAZXM/s320/dita_no_makeup1.preview.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255505867208525154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My absolute fave, Dita Von Teese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SO9OvmOiVeI/AAAAAAAAB3I/_jBnEWloGm8/s1600-h/c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SO9OvmOiVeI/AAAAAAAAB3I/_jBnEWloGm8/s320/c1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255505869786994146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Angelina Jolie! Rumored to have gone under the knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SO9OvqIJMTI/AAAAAAAAB3A/tLpCPMAmujk/s1600-h/look3_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SO9OvqIJMTI/AAAAAAAAB3A/tLpCPMAmujk/s320/look3_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255505870833922354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aiswarya Rai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair, Aiswarya Rai looks stunning with or without make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SO-LHQ_YplI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/CsmrHP-ws98/s1600-h/Untitled-1z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SO-LHQ_YplI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/CsmrHP-ws98/s320/Untitled-1z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255572247100827218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me. I know I'm not a celebrity. Just to prove a point. And maybe vain abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like the huge sum of money that went into looking 'natural' to be acknowledged. Maybe it's just me, but I get really irritated when guys attribute my beauty to Mother Nature rather than L'Oreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I get annoyed because it seems that I did nothing to look presentable, when in reality, it's one of the things that is always on my mind. I hate it that my efforts are gone to waste, without anyone realising it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing to guys. We get that some of you like the doe-eyed-no-make-up look, but must you chastise all the rest of us who actually PUT IN SOME EFFORT to look better for you? Are our make-up crimes so bad that you have to make fun of us for even the use of make up? &gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pah! It's so difficult to be a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking natural is the most unnatural thing in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-1196023107924354821?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/1196023107924354821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=1196023107924354821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1196023107924354821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1196023107924354821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/10/beauty-is-natural-please.html' title='Beauty is natural? PLEASE!'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SO9OvG8kIXI/AAAAAAAAB2w/WsOHnF9o7ug/s72-c/Renee-Zellweger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7611643566972761899</id><published>2008-10-08T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:19:49.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I wonder why I don't blog here as much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to blog a lot here, because I always needed an outlet for my pent-up frustration. I guess that changed a while ago when I realised that people actually read what you write and probably judge you as well. I can't imagine my future employers, clients, whatevers reading my blog and coming to the conclusion that I am a sad, mindless bimbo. I hate living in a world that takes pleasures in judging people because it causes no detriment to themselves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, school is starting in a few days time! I got the GEMS I wanted (non-verbal comm), the Elective I want (TVSM). I am going to work as hard as I can this sem to pull up my GPA for my parents. I think if I get a smashing GPA, I can convince them to get me a DSLR. Well. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a facial the other day and I nearly fainted from the pain. Oh my 天. It hurts so much when you get your oil seeds and the like squeezed out. I'm on my way out to do my hair now. Hopefully, the hairstylist won't botch it. But then again, maybe it's a good thing if he does. I've always wanted to sport the bald look =D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sederick will surely like that. Afterall, he is in NS. Maybe he'll confuse me for his superior and I can make him do push-ups as punishment. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-7611643566972761899?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7611643566972761899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7611643566972761899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7611643566972761899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7611643566972761899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-wonder.html' title='I wonder...'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-3200966493084371182</id><published>2008-10-05T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:34:49.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what if it was you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOikcY6d4FI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vTUs7bcWUtE/s1600-h/S6301695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOikcpZWv8I/AAAAAAAAA28/SJMdg5ZyTBI/s320/S6301701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253629777383178178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOikclTCd1I/AAAAAAAAA3E/yWhDZA_FSfE/s1600-h/S6301702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOikclTCd1I/AAAAAAAAA3E/yWhDZA_FSfE/s320/S6301702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253629776282941266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilRjzUGGI/AAAAAAAAA3M/d-NAZlXZJ_A/s1600-h/S6301703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilRjzUGGI/AAAAAAAAA3M/d-NAZlXZJ_A/s320/S6301703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253630686414510178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilSAZBSZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/mmgnSjBMhKM/s1600-h/S6301704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilSAZBSZI/AAAAAAAAA3U/mmgnSjBMhKM/s320/S6301704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253630694088853906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilSPykGbI/AAAAAAAAA3c/SGW6FYfAZ5k/s1600-h/S6301707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilSPykGbI/AAAAAAAAA3c/SGW6FYfAZ5k/s320/S6301707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253630698222524850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilSoozAzI/AAAAAAAAA3k/3595YVZI_UE/s1600-h/S6301712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilSoozAzI/AAAAAAAAA3k/3595YVZI_UE/s320/S6301712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253630704892445490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilSqAMCfI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ztXcGCCIblc/s1600-h/S6301713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilSqAMCfI/AAAAAAAAA3s/ztXcGCCIblc/s320/S6301713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253630705258990066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilzChdkPI/AAAAAAAAA30/QU_3LGknLq4/s1600-h/S6301717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilzChdkPI/AAAAAAAAA30/QU_3LGknLq4/s320/S6301717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253631261596815602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilzU_ml8I/AAAAAAAAA38/gCzCc89AEWo/s1600-h/S6301723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilzU_ml8I/AAAAAAAAA38/gCzCc89AEWo/s320/S6301723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253631266555074498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilzXyWTlI/AAAAAAAAA4E/gZ0cfUji5yc/s1600-h/S6301729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOilzXyWTlI/AAAAAAAAA4E/gZ0cfUji5yc/s320/S6301729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253631267304787538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my photography skillz aren't exactly 'mad' but this is Canterbury, Kent. A town I had no plans for. We'll see where this road goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-3200966493084371182?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/3200966493084371182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=3200966493084371182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/3200966493084371182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/3200966493084371182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-if-it-was-you.html' title='what if it was you?'/><author><name>vuina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674451824103254343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOikcY6d4FI/AAAAAAAAA2k/vTUs7bcWUtE/s72-c/S6301695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-6895326321287695852</id><published>2008-10-04T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:19:09.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Vui!</title><content type='html'>Note: This is directed towards my wonderful BFF. Pics were taken on my digicam from old photos, so quality may not be that great. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first and foremost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, VUI VUI! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she wrote about the 10 things we have in common during my bday, I'm going to write about some of the stupid/wonderful memories we have had together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first met Vui when she invited me to her birthday party back when we were in k3. Thinking about it now, I don't know why she invited me because she and I had never met before. We lived across the street from one another and were in the same school, but in different classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyweyz, on the day of her birthday (4th October), I fell sick so I couldn't go anyway. I went to her house and wanted to pass her a present I got her (some stationary set, I think), but she wasn't at home. I passed it to her sister instead. I even remember telling her sister my birthday was on the 2nd of October. I don't know why I did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we didn't communicate for a few months until one day, she appeared at my family's front door, crying. I think it because school let off early on that day, so her driver sent her home early. But no one expected her to be home that early, so her house was empty. In order to pass the time until her family got home, we played games with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that day on, we spent every evening playing with each other! We both had bicycles and started a biker gang (so young and already so paikia). And did all sorts of stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We planted fruits (we were really into this at one time), tried to cycle away from our simpang (but we never dared), played this game where we pretended to be people booking air tickets (WTH?? So fun liddat~), played badminton, researched a mysterious tree that grew a few houses away (I remember we even asked Ms. Low, our Pri 3 science teacher about the tree. I think I convinced Vui that we made a new discovery). We talked on the phone nearly every night, until the phone bill got so high that I was grounded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sec 1, I moved houses and moved to SAS. Though we weren't as close as we once were any more, no one can deny that we were still really good friends. That is true up to this day. I counted just a few minutes ago, and I realised that Vui and I have been BFFs for 13 YEARS! O.O That is so scary! WE ARE SO OLD, AUNTIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of the distance, the different places we are in life, I am sure for certain that we will always be friends. She was an anchor for all my happy childhood memories (that are still continuing even now) so all in all, I think I can say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO GLAD THAT YOU ARE ALIVE AND 19! If it weren't for you, life would've been sad and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Auntie. Please know that no matter how old you are, I am always two days older than you. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Been trying to upload the pics for an hour~ I shall try again tmr. Internet sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-6895326321287695852?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/6895326321287695852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=6895326321287695852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6895326321287695852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6895326321287695852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-vui.html' title='Happy Birthday Vui!'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-5553658815624686048</id><published>2008-10-02T04:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T05:04:30.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday sunshine!</title><content type='html'>Happy 19th Birthday, my sunshine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOPjg8OPLDI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HHoswVO6_GQ/s1600-h/S6300676e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOPjg8OPLDI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HHoswVO6_GQ/s320/S6300676e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252291745505291314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to post up this other picture of you but I know you'll kill me if I do ;) Heheh looks like I have some leverage here! ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually not 2nd October here in the UK yet, just 10pm here. So I figured I'd post this first since I can't call you now because it's 2am over there and I think you're asleep. I think this is the first time ever that you're in Brunei when I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of this fine, accomplished, young woman that you've become. I will always be behind you; supporting you and cherishing your finest moments. The best is yet to come, I promise. You're fantastic, gorgeous and deadly smart, so it's time to throw away those insecurities, sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you,&lt;br /&gt;These five words I swear to you,&lt;br /&gt;When you breathe,&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the air for you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've not forgotten :) Have an awesome day ahead of you. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-5553658815624686048?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/5553658815624686048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=5553658815624686048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5553658815624686048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5553658815624686048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-19th-birthday-my-sunshine-i-meant.html' title='happy birthday sunshine!'/><author><name>vuina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674451824103254343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SOPjg8OPLDI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/HHoswVO6_GQ/s72-c/S6300676e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-2793419190538657236</id><published>2008-09-27T01:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T01:57:23.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless.</title><content type='html'>Feeling so restless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WT's 21st Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 20/09/2008 at West Coast Park. BBQ! I LOVE BBQ! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Credits to Sed, who took the pics~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0apC_9trI/AAAAAAAAB08/7R2X2eNwGKs/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0apC_9trI/AAAAAAAAB08/7R2X2eNwGKs/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250382033065981618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0ap01yy_I/AAAAAAAAB1E/ThW1EmD1vYY/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0ap01yy_I/AAAAAAAAB1E/ThW1EmD1vYY/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250382046445095922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0aqAlb2MI/AAAAAAAAB1M/Pvk2UikbpzU/s1600-h/IMG_0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0aqAlb2MI/AAAAAAAAB1M/Pvk2UikbpzU/s320/IMG_0464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250382049597708482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0aqc5am4I/AAAAAAAAB1U/rpFZgYY69Tk/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0aqc5am4I/AAAAAAAAB1U/rpFZgYY69Tk/s320/IMG_0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250382057197706114" 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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0aqvyjrYI/AAAAAAAAB1c/fpv8ghGSTHI/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0aqvyjrYI/AAAAAAAAB1c/fpv8ghGSTHI/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250382062269214082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rajan came later on and let us pose with his Jag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0gbFhXwFI/AAAAAAAAB1k/xXevN9bKUYg/s1600-h/IMG_04701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0gbFhXwFI/AAAAAAAAB1k/xXevN9bKUYg/s320/IMG_04701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250388390294569042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0gbQ6y_bI/AAAAAAAAB1s/hkPdwsiHERQ/s1600-h/IMG_04711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0gbQ6y_bI/AAAAAAAAB1s/hkPdwsiHERQ/s320/IMG_04711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250388393354001842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0gbnJQ5jI/AAAAAAAAB10/mBEfSp47bMk/s1600-h/IMG_04721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0gbnJQ5jI/AAAAAAAAB10/mBEfSp47bMk/s320/IMG_04721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250388399320262194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0gbvikeBI/AAAAAAAAB18/_eOYbdee7Fg/s1600-h/IMG_04771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0gbvikeBI/AAAAAAAAB18/_eOYbdee7Fg/s320/IMG_04771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250388401573885970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0h_9g88oI/AAAAAAAAB2E/gG4Ee4Koej0/s1600-h/IMG_0539edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0h_9g88oI/AAAAAAAAB2E/gG4Ee4Koej0/s320/IMG_0539edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250390123312116354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you, noob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-2793419190538657236?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/2793419190538657236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=2793419190538657236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2793419190538657236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2793419190538657236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/09/restless.html' title='Restless.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0apC_9trI/AAAAAAAAB08/7R2X2eNwGKs/s72-c/IMG_0462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-5645571946864797704</id><published>2008-09-26T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:37:41.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0Pum_arTI/AAAAAAAAB00/BDOTP0rdUUo/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0Pum_arTI/AAAAAAAAB00/BDOTP0rdUUo/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250370033998802226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm going to Brunei tomorrow! Actually, in a few hours... Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuina Beloved is leaving in a few hours, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brunei is the main thing that ties us together, yet, we hardly ever return at the same time. Sadded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-5645571946864797704?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/5645571946864797704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=5645571946864797704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5645571946864797704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5645571946864797704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-going-to-brunei-tomorrow-actually-in.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SN0Pum_arTI/AAAAAAAAB00/BDOTP0rdUUo/s72-c/IMG_0496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7328972185221494381</id><published>2008-09-20T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T14:42:53.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the good old days.</title><content type='html'>I was just scrolling through our archives. Jobless, I know. And I came across this post by Sunshine, dated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, 7th September 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly spoilt it too you know! Cuz ryte, Vuina told me that Daphy's &lt;strong&gt;mum&lt;/strong&gt; told her that Mrs. Chia was bringing her cake and what I heard was Daphy told her that Mrs. Chia was bringing her cake. In my mind, I had the picture of Daphy going to the primary school staff room and receive a tart. So, quite logically, a few mins before the end POA... yea, this went down:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cheryl (playing Pacman): Why aren't you going down to get you cake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne(missing the beginning of my question): wahh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cheryl feels a very painful kick under the table from Vuina and realises something is afoot! (no pun intended)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: *pauses for a second, pretending to be engrossed in Pacman* I asked when are you going to bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daphne: WaHHh??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuina: She's playing Pacman. She has no idea what she's talking abt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just burst out laughing, I don't know why. But nice save sunshine ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss you girls.&lt;br /&gt;&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/20963896-7328972185221494381?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7328972185221494381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7328972185221494381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7328972185221494381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7328972185221494381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-old-days.html' title='the good old days.'/><author><name>vuina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674451824103254343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-9113367611287748638</id><published>2008-09-16T22:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:22:22.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, Glorious FOOD!</title><content type='html'>If I had an unlimited amount of money, I would do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat! I would go to all sorts of places to try all kinds of food. I've always been a foodie. I would love to travel the world and explore all various types of food. Different variations of different kinds of food... Omg, salivating just thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would buy all my cosmetics, clothes, frivolous wearables without feeling guilty that I am wasting money for once in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would buy a good SLR and start learning how to be a good photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would get my own place and pay my own school fees, so I can stop being a burden to my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would donate to 'To Write Love on Her Arms', because that charity moves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would fly to Aussie and the UK to visit my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would get someone really good to do SOMETHING, ANYTHING to the mess I call my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would pay your debt so that you can be happy and carefree again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-9113367611287748638?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/9113367611287748638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=9113367611287748638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/9113367611287748638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/9113367611287748638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/09/food-glorious-food.html' title='Food, Glorious FOOD!'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-2745609387060165072</id><published>2008-09-14T19:38:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:00:49.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing nothing.</title><content type='html'>Some thoughts on my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Congrats, Beloved! Everything worked out in the end =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Goodbye, my sweetheart. I'll see you at Christmas. All the best at your new life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excited about tomorrow. I hope everything turns out fine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;"If you have nothing to write, try killing yourself. If you fail, then you'll have something to write about. If you succeed, then your troubles will be over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Heard it on Ugly Betty. It's funny cause it's true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMz7P4C5D6I/AAAAAAAAB0c/QTABJPokT1U/s1600-h/IMG_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMz7P4C5D6I/AAAAAAAAB0c/QTABJPokT1U/s320/IMG_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245843916140908450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMz72GRn6hI/AAAAAAAAB0s/VZhGDnbDxSU/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMz72GRn6hI/AAAAAAAAB0s/VZhGDnbDxSU/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245844572795824658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMMY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-2745609387060165072?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/2745609387060165072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=2745609387060165072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2745609387060165072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2745609387060165072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/09/nothing-nothing.html' title='Nothing nothing.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMz7P4C5D6I/AAAAAAAAB0c/QTABJPokT1U/s72-c/IMG_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-3331535876378016689</id><published>2008-09-13T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T00:49:43.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Write Love on Her Arms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;To Write Love on Her Arms.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wipe the tears from her cheek,&lt;br /&gt;To stop her bleeding mascara.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold her close to me,&lt;br /&gt;To kiss her dewy lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop her running sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;To tell her that love will find her and stay.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be her support,&lt;br /&gt;To be her family in this foreign place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell her she's beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;To help her find her missing pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I want to mend her broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;To tell her that happiness will find her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write love on her arms,&lt;br /&gt;To tell her to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;I wish she would stop looking at the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;To let me know I'm always wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author: Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-3331535876378016689?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/3331535876378016689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=3331535876378016689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/3331535876378016689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/3331535876378016689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/09/to-write-love-on-her-arms.html' title='To Write Love on Her Arms.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-4174259689073445615</id><published>2008-09-12T10:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T11:25:09.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>129</title><content type='html'>Happy 19th Birthday Beloved :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that age is only a number, and you only turn 19 once before the twenties kick in. So go have a blast today, go out with friends, go to the beach, get youself something pretty, even if you aren't feeling up to it. Embrace it beloved, don't fight because it takes out alot of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SMndH0_0XuI/AAAAAAAAA2E/UDsl8A502-E/s1600-h/S6300914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SMndH0_0XuI/AAAAAAAAA2E/UDsl8A502-E/s320/S6300914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244966367604793058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you and I love you, what is there left to say? :) Our friendship has withstood the test of distance and time that the 'I'll be there for yous' are mutual, understood, inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed birthday, love. *huuuGz*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-4174259689073445615?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/4174259689073445615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=4174259689073445615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4174259689073445615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4174259689073445615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/09/129.html' title='129'/><author><name>vuina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674451824103254343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SMndH0_0XuI/AAAAAAAAA2E/UDsl8A502-E/s72-c/S6300914.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-8106948395871369785</id><published>2008-09-12T00:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T00:59:06.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daphne.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMlNyLaQKpI/AAAAAAAAB0E/_bt8bG9A4rg/s1600-h/n509512910_657706_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMlNyLaQKpI/AAAAAAAAB0E/_bt8bG9A4rg/s320/n509512910_657706_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244808765501352594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daph and I (Most recent picture)&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMlNyPb9dtI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Ij2xIvSYgHU/s1600-h/n509512910_736762_2827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMlNyPb9dtI/AAAAAAAAB0M/Ij2xIvSYgHU/s320/n509512910_736762_2827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244808766582257362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent picture of the 'four of us' -.-' Don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DAPHNE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am tired, sleepy, exhausted from working the whole day and even so, I can't get 129 out of my head.=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Daphy Dearest. I hope you have a smashing birthday down under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-8106948395871369785?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/8106948395871369785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=8106948395871369785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/8106948395871369785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/8106948395871369785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-daphne.html' title='Happy Birthday Daphne.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMlNyLaQKpI/AAAAAAAAB0E/_bt8bG9A4rg/s72-c/n509512910_657706_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-3880405835501756246</id><published>2008-09-10T13:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:13:49.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long overdue</title><content type='html'>I kinda promised sunshine I'd blog like..2/3 days ago but never really got round to doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Mocca Ad is pretty cool aye :D We're all so proud of you sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been doing anything remotely as interesting. Driving has been going well, I'll be having my exam tomorrow. I hope I pass and I hope I get a nice examiner who doesn't talk to me. I can't multi-task, i.e. I can't drive and talk at the same time. I've tried! With my intructor who's quite chatty. The car ends up drifting to the other lane or I don't control the steering wheel properly. So yes! No talking whilst driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do as well as I would have liked for my A'levels and hence I didn't get into my first choice of uni which was Bristol, but I did get into Kent though. I'm fine with it, although I still am quite a bit heartbroken over Bristol. I don't know when I'll be leaving yet, my dad wants to see how the scholarship fares. I've got my scholarship interview next Monday. Time to brush up on some MIB. Whenever someone asks me about Brunei esp overseas friends, like what is there in Brunei, I always start blabbing on and on about Kampung Ayer -.-" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the car the other day with Mum, and J.Lo's Jenny from the Block came on the radio. Mum decides to sing along. And mind you, mum never gets the lyrics right to ANY song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio- 'I'm still I'm still Jenny from the Block'&lt;br /&gt;Mum- 'Monster Monster Jennifer Lobak'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Mum :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month is going to be a tough one. Almost everyone I know is leaving this month, starting with Desmond who's leaving tomorrow and my Ervy who's leaving on the 15th :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else to update on. This is it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-3880405835501756246?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/3880405835501756246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=3880405835501756246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/3880405835501756246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/3880405835501756246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-overdue.html' title='long overdue'/><author><name>vuina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674451824103254343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7117930039864540807</id><published>2008-09-08T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T14:03:59.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocca TVC2.</title><content type='html'>Hey people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised I would put up the Mocca Ad when it came out. It hasn't been on YouTube or anything, so yeah. Haven't been able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Amanda kinda taped her TV while the commercial was on (OMG! Breech of copyright!), so I'm going to put it up here for you guys to see as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9lFskAaWCY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f9lFskAaWCY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new official name now is 'Mocca Bimbo'. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day during a family dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt: Eh, Cheryl! Have you seen the new Mocca Ads? The girl really looks like you, you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: -.-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-7117930039864540807?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7117930039864540807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7117930039864540807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7117930039864540807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7117930039864540807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/09/mocca-tvc2.html' title='Mocca TVC2.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-1853187685131384284</id><published>2008-09-07T22:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T23:36:28.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Howie + Joy's Wedding.</title><content type='html'>A bit the tired now, so I'll just upload a few pics from Howie and Joy's wedding. Congrats to both! I wish you guys a blessed marriage ahead =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMP0OsnPiQI/AAAAAAAABzc/EH-gXZtoMFw/s1600-h/IMG_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMP0OsnPiQI/AAAAAAAABzc/EH-gXZtoMFw/s320/IMG_0296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243302924520491266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMP0PB_7GHI/AAAAAAAABzk/eB0-uUoDlVI/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMP0PB_7GHI/AAAAAAAABzk/eB0-uUoDlVI/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243302930261153906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMP0PfDBrnI/AAAAAAAABzs/KGMDhI8zqoQ/s1600-h/IMG_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMP0PfDBrnI/AAAAAAAABzs/KGMDhI8zqoQ/s320/IMG_0300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243302938058796658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMP0PzT8AnI/AAAAAAAABz0/mH9MBbgGc6s/s1600-h/IMG_0301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMP0PzT8AnI/AAAAAAAABz0/mH9MBbgGc6s/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243302943498437234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMP0QJtVKDI/AAAAAAAABz8/qBdg1uFRZ4E/s1600-h/IMG_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMP0QJtVKDI/AAAAAAAABz8/qBdg1uFRZ4E/s320/IMG_0302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243302949510522930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPtBDcSXuI/AAAAAAAABy0/jGFDDgmk-3M/s1600-h/IMG_0290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPtBDcSXuI/AAAAAAAABy0/jGFDDgmk-3M/s320/IMG_0290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243294993548992226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPtBfV8DQI/AAAAAAAABy8/L7hUigx7Uoc/s1600-h/IMG_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPtBfV8DQI/AAAAAAAABy8/L7hUigx7Uoc/s320/IMG_0291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243295001038556418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPtB7q3JhI/AAAAAAAABzE/YenX1MDxwuw/s1600-h/IMG_0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPtB7q3JhI/AAAAAAAABzE/YenX1MDxwuw/s320/IMG_0292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243295008642508306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPtCMEw-pI/AAAAAAAABzM/Z_4ynaxqwNg/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPtCMEw-pI/AAAAAAAABzM/Z_4ynaxqwNg/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243295013046123154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPtCbn4cvI/AAAAAAAABzU/XAF3pEWO4NI/s1600-h/IMG_0295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPtCbn4cvI/AAAAAAAABzU/XAF3pEWO4NI/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243295017219945202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPpq93LffI/AAAAAAAAByM/k5v5S_xBrao/s1600-h/IMG_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPpq93LffI/AAAAAAAAByM/k5v5S_xBrao/s320/IMG_0262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243291315559169522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPprI05tZI/AAAAAAAAByU/JGAoJcFno1Q/s1600-h/IMG_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPprI05tZI/AAAAAAAAByU/JGAoJcFno1Q/s320/IMG_0266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243291318502405522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPprt42xUI/AAAAAAAAByc/iEqcYLtIvq8/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPprt42xUI/AAAAAAAAByc/iEqcYLtIvq8/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243291328451102018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPpryQcfaI/AAAAAAAAByk/a-3KNKD1eNw/s1600-h/IMG_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPpryQcfaI/AAAAAAAAByk/a-3KNKD1eNw/s320/IMG_0286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243291329623784866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPpsGZaKQI/AAAAAAAABys/gsK9mQBYl4Q/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPpsGZaKQI/AAAAAAAABys/gsK9mQBYl4Q/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243291335030089986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPj-4_xNfI/AAAAAAAABxk/wcOESSbu9LY/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPj-4_xNfI/AAAAAAAABxk/wcOESSbu9LY/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243285060780635634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPj_KXN7SI/AAAAAAAABxs/z-MRQ9CEk9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPj_KXN7SI/AAAAAAAABxs/z-MRQ9CEk9Y/s320/IMG_0277.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243285065442389282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPj_TEtyxI/AAAAAAAABx0/tXQz7verSes/s1600-h/IMG_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPj_TEtyxI/AAAAAAAABx0/tXQz7verSes/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243285067780705042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPj_n3KuEI/AAAAAAAABx8/FlGpdqV5WtE/s1600-h/IMG_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPj_n3KuEI/AAAAAAAABx8/FlGpdqV5WtE/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243285073361025090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPj_2-R8JI/AAAAAAAAByE/ynygTVoLZ3o/s1600-h/IMG_0285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPj_2-R8JI/AAAAAAAAByE/ynygTVoLZ3o/s320/IMG_0285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243285077417390226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPhORGdZeI/AAAAAAAABw8/R-xXIXPJikg/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPhORGdZeI/AAAAAAAABw8/R-xXIXPJikg/s320/IMG_0229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243282026414302690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPhOfC2DtI/AAAAAAAABxE/pmrSAPtYG4Y/s1600-h/IMG_0232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPhOfC2DtI/AAAAAAAABxE/pmrSAPtYG4Y/s320/IMG_0232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243282030157237970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPhOwvSWYI/AAAAAAAABxM/EeXj-UXU1n4/s1600-h/IMG_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPhOwvSWYI/AAAAAAAABxM/EeXj-UXU1n4/s320/IMG_0233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243282034907044226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPhPKGkGyI/AAAAAAAABxU/7yEf5in0HN4/s1600-h/IMG_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPhPKGkGyI/AAAAAAAABxU/7yEf5in0HN4/s320/IMG_0234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243282041715563298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPhPeoLVTI/AAAAAAAABxc/f8CHn36NkG4/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMPhPeoLVTI/AAAAAAAABxc/f8CHn36NkG4/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243282047225255218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-1853187685131384284?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/1853187685131384284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=1853187685131384284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1853187685131384284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1853187685131384284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/09/howie-joys-wedding.html' title='Howie + Joy&apos;s Wedding.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SMP0OsnPiQI/AAAAAAAABzc/EH-gXZtoMFw/s72-c/IMG_0296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-97136341960581860</id><published>2008-08-31T18:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T18:52:21.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Booth.</title><content type='html'>Found these pics in my photo booth folder. =)&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2fEKU0pI/AAAAAAAABRQ/RKWMyreGcKQ/s1600-h/Photo+78.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2fEKU0pI/AAAAAAAABRQ/RKWMyreGcKQ/s320/Photo+78.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240631392464065170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2fbJa4jI/AAAAAAAABRY/zy9XYGQG6ew/s1600-h/Photo+58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2fbJa4jI/AAAAAAAABRY/zy9XYGQG6ew/s320/Photo+58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240631398634283570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dexter and his retreating back&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2fVx3NgI/AAAAAAAABRg/XsbMxxA5j7k/s1600-h/Photo+54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2fVx3NgI/AAAAAAAABRg/XsbMxxA5j7k/s320/Photo+54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240631397193299458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2ffKwxsI/AAAAAAAABRo/mQZMjZa95Jg/s1600-h/Photo+55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2ffKwxsI/AAAAAAAABRo/mQZMjZa95Jg/s320/Photo+55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240631399713654466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, Dex's fingers shooting me.&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2fo-W9ZI/AAAAAAAABRw/IXmcz_opR-A/s1600-h/Photo+56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2fo-W9ZI/AAAAAAAABRw/IXmcz_opR-A/s320/Photo+56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240631402345985426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My unporportionally big head, Mess, Mai, Jenn and Stella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2Bh898yI/AAAAAAAABQo/A25k__-7C4Y/s1600-h/Photo+43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2Bh898yI/AAAAAAAABQo/A25k__-7C4Y/s320/Photo+43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240630885065028386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WenTing trying to poke my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2BjSAzmI/AAAAAAAABQw/Ur85NyHv6PI/s1600-h/Photo+44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2BjSAzmI/AAAAAAAABQw/Ur85NyHv6PI/s320/Photo+44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240630885421731426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think  I was taking this pic when Dexter accidently walked into the cut. His face... -.-'&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2BqyySzI/AAAAAAAABQ4/u2EQ6lfvL2Y/s1600-h/Photo+53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2BqyySzI/AAAAAAAABQ4/u2EQ6lfvL2Y/s320/Photo+53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240630887438240562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2B1fLflI/AAAAAAAABRA/9GwUD_-BTA8/s1600-h/Photo+65.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2B1fLflI/AAAAAAAABRA/9GwUD_-BTA8/s320/Photo+65.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240630890308795986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Potter =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2B8OGNwI/AAAAAAAABRI/uq_PK7Pm40Y/s1600-h/Photo+72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2B8OGNwI/AAAAAAAABRI/uq_PK7Pm40Y/s320/Photo+72.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240630892116195074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LoL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp1IoF5ixI/AAAAAAAABQA/izuaZzvwrFM/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp1IoF5ixI/AAAAAAAABQA/izuaZzvwrFM/s320/Photo+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240629907460557586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp1InrI4AI/AAAAAAAABQI/Phj2G7qP5M4/s1600-h/Photo+11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp1InrI4AI/AAAAAAAABQI/Phj2G7qP5M4/s320/Photo+11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240629907348316162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS PIC! I was trying to niap Jo's head, then just as the timer went off, Leon and Hazwan suddenly popped up from the back. Jo's face damn funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp1I-lGysI/AAAAAAAABQQ/66zfJhGZ568/s1600-h/Photo+18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp1I-lGysI/AAAAAAAABQQ/66zfJhGZ568/s320/Photo+18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240629913497029314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimple.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp1JeLskHI/AAAAAAAABQY/9Y6WxYTDvRc/s1600-h/Photo+28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp1JeLskHI/AAAAAAAABQY/9Y6WxYTDvRc/s320/Photo+28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240629921980387442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop art 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp1JT3oUvI/AAAAAAAABQg/bp3_2-8AUXQ/s1600-h/Photo+40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp1JT3oUvI/AAAAAAAABQg/bp3_2-8AUXQ/s320/Photo+40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240629919211868914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp0sVw8SNI/AAAAAAAABPY/n1uBfeFooU0/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp0sVw8SNI/AAAAAAAABPY/n1uBfeFooU0/s320/Photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240629421504481490" 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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp0sjku-PI/AAAAAAAABPg/6NZHd3DRwEo/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp0sjku-PI/AAAAAAAABPg/6NZHd3DRwEo/s320/Photo+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240629425211373810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera + I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp0s74fQ1I/AAAAAAAABPo/7NvRFEBUW0E/s1600-h/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp0s74fQ1I/AAAAAAAABPo/7NvRFEBUW0E/s320/Photo+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240629431736681298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vera, I and Viha.&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp0tGqQhxI/AAAAAAAABPw/ceq2xRsd9NQ/s1600-h/Photo+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp0tGqQhxI/AAAAAAAABPw/ceq2xRsd9NQ/s320/Photo+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240629434629785362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me. Alone. Vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp0tVxBloI/AAAAAAAABP4/7OjkUyBg5dk/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp0tVxBloI/AAAAAAAABP4/7OjkUyBg5dk/s320/Photo+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240629438684698242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poking Jo's head.&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/20963896-97136341960581860?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/97136341960581860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=97136341960581860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/97136341960581860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/97136341960581860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/08/photo-booth.html' title='Photo Booth.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLp2fEKU0pI/AAAAAAAABRQ/RKWMyreGcKQ/s72-c/Photo+78.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-4285566202662895847</id><published>2008-08-27T02:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T03:04:32.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative photo?</title><content type='html'>I was looking through Nuffnang's site and they're having a contest where the 1st prize is a Digital EOS 1000D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you need to do is post a creative photo like the ones found &lt;a href="http://www.janvonholleben.com/dreams_of_flying.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell, this guy's photos are amazing! The creative concept is staggering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most 'creative' photo I can find on my comp. at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLRRa8zBq1I/AAAAAAAABPQ/X9Xi3UYwi28/s1600-h/IMG_3562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLRRa8zBq1I/AAAAAAAABPQ/X9Xi3UYwi28/s320/IMG_3562.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238901789977324370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know not very creative lah. Don't judge me lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=( I want to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Thursday to be over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I correct myself. I want to finish studying MMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.digitaldreams.com.sg/"&gt;Live your Digital Dream with Canon.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-4285566202662895847?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/4285566202662895847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=4285566202662895847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4285566202662895847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4285566202662895847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/08/creative-photo.html' title='Creative photo?'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLRRa8zBq1I/AAAAAAAABPQ/X9Xi3UYwi28/s72-c/IMG_3562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-3676993615711417014</id><published>2008-08-26T22:10:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T01:14:48.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proper blog.</title><content type='html'>So, we had our Consumer Behaviour exam today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was ok. I am just so glad that IT IS OVER! One more paper on Thursday and the chilling can start. I want to burn all the notes from this sem man... Especially OM! Haha. The thought gives me fuzzy feelings inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyweyz, I got MAIL today. I guess what people said about getting mail is true. It really does make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens&lt;br /&gt;Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brown paper packages tied up with strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are a few of my favorite things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQUhPKW6JI/AAAAAAAABNU/B0FJzrEkaoU/s1600-h/Photo-0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQUhPKW6JI/AAAAAAAABNU/B0FJzrEkaoU/s320/Photo-0014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238834827776944274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQTbWsQioI/AAAAAAAABM0/rmWfr_jMUm4/s1600-h/Photo-0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQTbWsQioI/AAAAAAAABM0/rmWfr_jMUm4/s320/Photo-0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238833627207338626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQTbkU_UzI/AAAAAAAABM8/_dXW2d1CDjo/s1600-h/Photo-0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQTbkU_UzI/AAAAAAAABM8/_dXW2d1CDjo/s320/Photo-0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238833630867837746" 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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQTbyHcP9I/AAAAAAAABNE/DwXs20zHIIU/s1600-h/Photo-0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQTbyHcP9I/AAAAAAAABNE/DwXs20zHIIU/s320/Photo-0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238833634569109458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Money back guaranteed again. Powerful stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Cellnique Pro-sebum gel arrived! =D My shirt came in the mail yesterday, but I'm too lazy to take a picture of it. It's quite nice, but I'm a bit unsatisfied about the length. I guess the girl in the pic was really short? *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another surprise came in the mail today as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQTcDn-PII/AAAAAAAABNM/OLobdTHmx-I/s1600-h/Photo-0009%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQTcDn-PII/AAAAAAAABNM/OLobdTHmx-I/s320/Photo-0009%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238833639268957314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQUhq77ptI/AAAAAAAABNk/eeHeyVPWjN0/s1600-h/Photo-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQUhq77ptI/AAAAAAAABNk/eeHeyVPWjN0/s320/Photo-0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238834835232630482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQVw0NoSsI/AAAAAAAABN8/MjbAcaIXGUg/s1600-h/Photo-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQVw0NoSsI/AAAAAAAABN8/MjbAcaIXGUg/s320/Photo-0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238836194932443842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQUh3aW-WI/AAAAAAAABN0/KxvNG-T5_ZY/s1600-h/Photo-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQUh3aW-WI/AAAAAAAABN0/KxvNG-T5_ZY/s320/Photo-0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238834838581475682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;paid&lt;/span&gt;! I finally got my payment from Nuffnang, after a bazillion years. Getting mail is a nice feeling. Getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;money&lt;/span&gt; in the mail is euphoric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote from the letter they sent attached, "Do blog about receiving your cheque, and if we spot it, we'll send something special in your next cash-out!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am blogging about it. SPOT THIS, K, NUFFNANG? And please make sure the 'something special' is nice. Preferably an amount with a  few more digits in next cheque =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please give our blog more advertisements. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics pics pics:&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQZ8EJI1CI/AAAAAAAABOQ/I65L1w473qw/s1600-h/Photo-0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQZ8EJI1CI/AAAAAAAABOQ/I65L1w473qw/s320/Photo-0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238840786233644066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nails. Duh. Below that are my ConB notes. Attitude formation. PFFT!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQdNH8kh0I/AAAAAAAABO4/XZ9cvls2ziM/s1600-h/Photo-0026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQdNH8kh0I/AAAAAAAABO4/XZ9cvls2ziM/s320/Photo-0026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238844377847334722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At Pepper Lunch, Clark Quay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQdNW8jAhI/AAAAAAAABPA/WXNM-7VT9dg/s1600-h/Photo-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQdNW8jAhI/AAAAAAAABPA/WXNM-7VT9dg/s320/Photo-0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238844381873766930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, featuring Sed's shoulder&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQaathyKsI/AAAAAAAABOw/j2dMBvDTc_U/s1600-h/Photo-0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQaathyKsI/AAAAAAAABOw/j2dMBvDTc_U/s320/Photo-0035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238841312738945730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Us at the bus stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQZ7rBSFhI/AAAAAAAABOI/U1XI82bTi70/s1600-h/Photo-0073-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQZ7rBSFhI/AAAAAAAABOI/U1XI82bTi70/s320/Photo-0073-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238840779489809938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me, not at the bus stop&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQeLVmoo5I/AAAAAAAABPI/OeWkttbfuwc/s1600-h/Photo-0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQeLVmoo5I/AAAAAAAABPI/OeWkttbfuwc/s320/Photo-0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238845446665315218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't really like this pic, but the point of me posting it up is to show off my new lip colour! It's sexy siren red! I LOVE IT! Daph doesn't though. She thinks it makes me look like a slut, whore, ugly person, etc, whatever. But I think it's like, one of my best cosmetic purchases this year. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P/s: Shoutout to Vee, who has a wicked new cut. I love it messy ;) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-3676993615711417014?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/3676993615711417014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=3676993615711417014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/3676993615711417014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/3676993615711417014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/08/proper-blog.html' title='Proper blog.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLQUhPKW6JI/AAAAAAAABNU/B0FJzrEkaoU/s72-c/Photo-0014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7188813859422527987</id><published>2008-08-26T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:27:37.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary.</title><content type='html'>I saw this pic of Dawn Yang over at awfulplasticsurgery.com. Apparently one of her most recent pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLOg7atjV6I/AAAAAAAABMc/yIAQ85VPsz4/s1600-h/pretty_now.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLOg7atjV6I/AAAAAAAABMc/yIAQ85VPsz4/s320/pretty_now.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238707734205126562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg... Is that how Dawn Yang looks now?? Quite scary leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is her face all bloated like that? And tranny looking? What's with the scary eye bags and the super botox-ed face?? I think she looks particularly scary now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, she really looked damn chio! I remember thinking to myself, "Wow, this girl is so lucky. Drunk also look pretty. Just wake up also look pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the looks of it though, if she keeps up her plastic surgery fanaticism, her future pictures are going to look like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLOiHL5bmhI/AAAAAAAABMk/9dxLneJ6Ebs/s1600-h/michael-jackson-400a052307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLOiHL5bmhI/AAAAAAAABMk/9dxLneJ6Ebs/s320/michael-jackson-400a052307.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238709035898477074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-7188813859422527987?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7188813859422527987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7188813859422527987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7188813859422527987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7188813859422527987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/08/scary.html' title='Scary.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SLOg7atjV6I/AAAAAAAABMc/yIAQ85VPsz4/s72-c/pretty_now.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-8507934953520091247</id><published>2008-08-25T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:49:17.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World of world of warcraft.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rw8gE3lnpLQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rw8gE3lnpLQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD OF WORLD OF WARCRAFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE WHAT THE HELL?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-8507934953520091247?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/8507934953520091247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=8507934953520091247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/8507934953520091247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/8507934953520091247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/08/world-of-world-of-warcraft.html' title='World of world of warcraft.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-2008625314659127405</id><published>2008-08-21T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:53:06.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless.</title><content type='html'>I bought a pair of those anime contact lenses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1_8BDYCGI/AAAAAAAABLo/8QumfrMYMz4/s1600-h/200711272104726457.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1_8BDYCGI/AAAAAAAABLo/8QumfrMYMz4/s320/200711272104726457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236982610753226850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These. The green one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that, I bought this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1_8LdvrlI/AAAAAAAABLg/jCH1u6OLW9w/s1600-h/13b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1_8LdvrlI/AAAAAAAABLg/jCH1u6OLW9w/s320/13b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236982613548183122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cellnique Pro-Sebum Gel from ebay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK2A59QOLGI/AAAAAAAABLw/1G_HuwzzbSA/s1600-h/DSC00862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK2A59QOLGI/AAAAAAAABLw/1G_HuwzzbSA/s320/DSC00862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236983674885254242" 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;I am so useless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-2008625314659127405?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/2008625314659127405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=2008625314659127405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2008625314659127405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2008625314659127405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/08/useless.html' title='Useless.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1_8BDYCGI/AAAAAAAABLo/8QumfrMYMz4/s72-c/200711272104726457.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-6140827292596091914</id><published>2008-08-21T18:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:41:17.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chioness!</title><content type='html'>So, I was looking online, researching about coloured contact lenses. This is cause I'm down to my last pair of monthlys and I wanna try coloured contacts from a while. I wanna get that sexy shu nu look, the type that looks innocent, yet looks very seductive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirm will send a lot of mix signals to guys de. Mix signals automatically up your market value cause guys are easily baffled creatures and will, thus, keep coming back for more to try and figure you out. Up my market appeal? I LIKE IT! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm supposed to be studying about consumer behaviour and mass media research, but whatever. Later later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyweyz, while I was surfing around, I decided to check out &lt;a href="http://hynnei.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dexter's blog&lt;/a&gt; and he blogged about contact lenses with like, darker outer rims to make your eyes look like those weird anime girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1MFjasGEI/AAAAAAAABKY/Jui8aFFCxtE/s1600-h/code.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1MFjasGEI/AAAAAAAABKY/Jui8aFFCxtE/s320/code.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236925599991994434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1MFXlL00I/AAAAAAAABKQ/79UrA_MRdSA/s1600-h/2007211091956990.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1MFXlL00I/AAAAAAAABKQ/79UrA_MRdSA/s320/2007211091956990.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236925596814791490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Quite sexy. Alluring. Annoyingly anime, but it's ok. If I get contacts like that, I will not pose in typical anime ways because I am creative like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, when I was looking through the site...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh mi goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1MF66mWpI/AAAAAAAABKg/CP9n5jCa8eY/s1600-h/geo-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1MF66mWpI/AAAAAAAABKg/CP9n5jCa8eY/s320/geo-20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236925606299851410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1MF_vdcQI/AAAAAAAABKo/l69LFTdZIvA/s1600-h/geo-21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1MF_vdcQI/AAAAAAAABKo/l69LFTdZIvA/s320/geo-21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236925607595307266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't be serious??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1MGJ2GxiI/AAAAAAAABKw/CtAIU8YtMmY/s1600-h/zayevil-img500x400-piercing_range.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1MGJ2GxiI/AAAAAAAABKw/CtAIU8YtMmY/s320/zayevil-img500x400-piercing_range.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236925610307536418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIO TO THE MAX!!!! &lt;33333&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn chio lah! Now you can literally have stars in your eyes. Can you imagine a guy holding you close, staring straight into your eyes and saying, "Your eyes are so beautiful, they have the constellation in them." Or "Your eyes are like a field of flowers. I know because I can see butterflies in them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squeels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanttt! Unfortunately, they don't have toric lenses. Only caters to people who are short-sighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you're interested in having stars, or butterflies or stripes or whatever in your eyes, you can order them from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://shop-crazy.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be wary though. Buying stuff online is a bit dodgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So chio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1T5iaZPdI/AAAAAAAABK4/lVuRY44SEc8/s1600-h/Gold+brown+circle++xl+lens+Model.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1T5iaZPdI/AAAAAAAABK4/lVuRY44SEc8/s320/Gold+brown+circle++xl+lens+Model.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236934189656915410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poster of anime-type girls. Don't you think the girl on the left looks very kuku? Well, I guess this shows that you have to actually try to contacts before you buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerz =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Law is effed up. Seriously. I don't know why would people put up with the torture of being a lawyer. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-6140827292596091914?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/6140827292596091914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=6140827292596091914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6140827292596091914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6140827292596091914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/08/chioness.html' title='Chioness!'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SK1MFjasGEI/AAAAAAAABKY/Jui8aFFCxtE/s72-c/code.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-6134900248137185957</id><published>2008-08-18T19:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:05:54.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindlessness.</title><content type='html'>Wahlau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn sien now. I know exams haven't started, but I really wish it would end. I want to be able to enjoy myself, without feeling guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been couped up the whole day at home, rotting in my own filth, while intermittently studying my law and sleeping. Yawn.... Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch 12 Lotus. I  &lt;3&gt; Royston Tan! I love his flicks! They are so quirky and so much more original in concept than a lot of other films out there. Yawnz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to recharge my EZ-Link card... I've been taking transport using coins recently, and it's damn shitty lah. So expensive again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boyfriend, even though I just saw him yesterday. I think it's because this study break has deprived me from human contact completely, so anything will do. I think he's getting damn sick of me. He hit my arm yesterday.. ON PURPOSE. In retaliation, I hit his arm and he fell to the floor, writhing in pain. TAKE THAT PTI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Fine. So he didn't collapse and whatnot. Whatever. I am going stir crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I studied the wrong syllabus for my Law CA1. If I didn't, a huge load would be off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats, Team Singapore for winning SILVER in WOMEN'S TABLE TENNIS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been bothering with the Olympics, but when I saw them standing in the winner's arena, I swear, my heart swelled with pride at my nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why I call Singapore 'my nation' when I was brought up in Brunei, which I feel patriotic to. Ironic thing is that Brunei won't let me call it 'my nation'. My loyalty lies nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mindless post. -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKllCi6ucYI/AAAAAAAABKA/CUAmtAQs5lQ/s1600-h/Photo-00491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKllCi6ucYI/AAAAAAAABKA/CUAmtAQs5lQ/s320/Photo-00491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235827136202174850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKllC8y0R-I/AAAAAAAABKI/57W38wHxi_U/s1600-h/Photo-00471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKllC8y0R-I/AAAAAAAABKI/57W38wHxi_U/s320/Photo-00471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235827143148324834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of me on Sed's Birthday. Ah ha ha ha... -.-'''''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-6134900248137185957?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/6134900248137185957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=6134900248137185957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6134900248137185957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6134900248137185957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/08/mindlessness.html' title='Mindlessness.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKllCi6ucYI/AAAAAAAABKA/CUAmtAQs5lQ/s72-c/Photo-00491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7347356048931149539</id><published>2008-08-16T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:30:44.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg. Bimbo.</title><content type='html'>I JUST REALISED I FORGOT TO BLOG ABT SUMTG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10:03] &lt;cher~*&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10:03] &lt;cher~*&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT TO BLOG ABT MY SCHOOL WINNING INTERSCHOOL DBATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10:03] &lt;cher~*&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10:03] &lt;s_vuina@hotmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10:03] &lt;s_vuina@hotmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10:03] &lt;s_vuina@hotmail.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRAATS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10:03] &lt;cher~*&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I JUST REALISED THAT I HAVE A $50 KINOKUNIYA VOUCHER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10:04] &lt;cher~*&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE WON LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10:04] &lt;cher~*&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MONTH AGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10:04] &lt;cher~*&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10:04] &lt;cher~*&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGG! I can't believe I didn't blog about Interschools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyweyz, CASS (Communications, Arts and Social Sciences) won. That's my school, btw. CADC kept messing up our name. Kept calling us the School of Community Arts and Social Sciences, or the School of Communication, Arts and Social Services.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long overdue pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKbjrMJqwEI/AAAAAAAABJY/Ra88NeaTEzU/s1600-h/Photo-0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKbjrMJqwEI/AAAAAAAABJY/Ra88NeaTEzU/s320/Photo-0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235121948000436290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKbjrLDRLGI/AAAAAAAABJg/FtwxKZKfZ14/s1600-h/Photo-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKbjrLDRLGI/AAAAAAAABJg/FtwxKZKfZ14/s320/Photo-0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235121947705158754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKbjrVr2THI/AAAAAAAABJo/UVwybP9YKik/s1600-h/Photo-0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKbjrVr2THI/AAAAAAAABJo/UVwybP9YKik/s320/Photo-0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235121950559718514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKbjroDav5I/AAAAAAAABJw/tqWrmws2E7M/s1600-h/Photo-0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKbjroDav5I/AAAAAAAABJw/tqWrmws2E7M/s320/Photo-0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235121955490414482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKbjrvy__ZI/AAAAAAAABJ4/BaGY58p1XoY/s1600-h/Photo-0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKbjrvy__ZI/AAAAAAAABJ4/BaGY58p1XoY/s320/Photo-0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235121957569035666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/cher~*&gt;&lt;/cher~*&gt;&lt;/cher~*&gt;&lt;/cher~*&gt;&lt;/cher~*&gt;&lt;/s_vuina@hotmail.com&gt;&lt;/s_vuina@hotmail.com&gt;&lt;/s_vuina@hotmail.com&gt;&lt;/cher~*&gt;&lt;/cher~*&gt;&lt;/cher~*&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-7347356048931149539?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7347356048931149539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7347356048931149539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7347356048931149539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7347356048931149539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg-bimbo.html' title='Omg. Bimbo.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKbjrMJqwEI/AAAAAAAABJY/Ra88NeaTEzU/s72-c/Photo-0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-1510625536554835774</id><published>2008-08-14T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:34:17.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Sederick &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKWTz7ToIbI/AAAAAAAABJQ/mHj9-uQ_Acw/s1600-h/Photo-0024+copyz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKWTz7ToIbI/AAAAAAAABJQ/mHj9-uQ_Acw/s320/Photo-0024+copyz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234752662190694834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 20th Birthday, Sed ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up. I'm sure things will be looking your way soon. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-1510625536554835774?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/1510625536554835774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=1510625536554835774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1510625536554835774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1510625536554835774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-sederick-3.html' title='Happy Birthday, Sederick &lt;3'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKWTz7ToIbI/AAAAAAAABJQ/mHj9-uQ_Acw/s72-c/Photo-0024+copyz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-6670893932027350402</id><published>2008-08-13T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:51:21.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What does my name mean.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Cheryl Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a free spirit, and you resent anyone who tries to fence you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unpredictable, adventurous, and always a little surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may miss out by not settling down, but you're too busy having fun to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn straight. ;)&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/20963896-6670893932027350402?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/6670893932027350402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=6670893932027350402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6670893932027350402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6670893932027350402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-does-my-name-mean.html' title='What does my name mean.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7669012871960585873</id><published>2008-08-13T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:31:17.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why why why.</title><content type='html'>I realise I don't blog as much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's cuz I'm getting wary of what I want to display for the world to see. Seeing as how scary of a stalker I can be, I wonder sometimes if someone else out there is stalking my blog in the same way - passing judgments at the things I write, the photos I take, the happenings of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why that is. I used to have this heck care attitude about life. The whole if-I-don't-make-you-happy-then-go-eff-off mentality. I'm more self-conscious now. If this is a sign of growing up, then I want to go back to the days where I didn't the validation of others to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired of life. I just want a blissful holiday. One filled with no worries, freedom and happiness. Exams to get through before that can even happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Daph, Vuina and Vee:&lt;br /&gt;I really do not know when's the next time we can see each other all at one go. It's so sad that our school schedules just don't coincide AT ALL. I miss our outings to the mall and our frivolous gossip sessions. I miss just chatting with you all and laughing uncontrollably. I miss the company and I miss how you all don't judge me, regardless of what I say and do. I miss you guys very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the two of you:&lt;br /&gt;I can be bitchy sometimes. Sorry. I'll try to exercise more self-control from now. When I can look you both in the face without feeling the latent frustration. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKLwGyBCuJI/AAAAAAAABIo/xqWbFgEJ7b0/s1600-h/Photo-0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKLwGyBCuJI/AAAAAAAABIo/xqWbFgEJ7b0/s320/Photo-0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234009716253964434" 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/20963896-7669012871960585873?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7669012871960585873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7669012871960585873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7669012871960585873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7669012871960585873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/08/why-why-why.html' title='Why why why.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SKLwGyBCuJI/AAAAAAAABIo/xqWbFgEJ7b0/s72-c/Photo-0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-4667143265738802160</id><published>2008-08-10T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:51:12.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated</title><content type='html'>I do NOT like Sederick Seow. He is such a bull shitter. Said he would help me study, and all he does is annoying stuff that irritates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he keps watching football. What's so entertaining about watching a ball being kicked around for goodness sake~ None of the players look even remotely good looking. Irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow got OM test. Irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want more money and nicer hair. Irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australian football players have tummies. Irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sederick is not paying attention to me. Irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: Thanks for the bubble tea &lt;3&gt; ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-4667143265738802160?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/4667143265738802160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=4667143265738802160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4667143265738802160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4667143265738802160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/08/irritated.html' title='Irritated'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-4707527230074974744</id><published>2008-08-09T21:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T21:23:26.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GEEZ!</title><content type='html'>my first post after what seems like forever, and it's just to say how silly some people can be. seriously????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was watching the olympics opening ceremony last night, waiting and waiiiiting for brunei's contingent to come marching out. i watched ALL the countries come out, and NO BRUNEI. was rather puzzled, and then today i read &lt;a href="http://jadesimian.blogspot.com"&gt;chester's blog&lt;/a&gt;. turns out he &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008_Summer_Olympics#Participation_changes"&gt;wiki-ed&lt;/a&gt; it, and found out that the bruneian team was DISQUALIFIED!! and why? of ALL reasons, because they weren't registered by the deadline. 8th August 2008, what's so difficult about registering them by then? it was the day of the opening ceremony itself! plus, if all other countries' and states' representative or whoever can do it, why can't brunei's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just imagine how disappointed and angry they (sultan, team, team's families &amp;amp; friends, bruneians, "bruneians" at heart) must feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-4707527230074974744?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/4707527230074974744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=4707527230074974744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4707527230074974744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4707527230074974744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/08/geez.html' title='GEEZ!'/><author><name>daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860994530901406384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-9206947213853569092</id><published>2008-07-31T17:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:00:08.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mocca TVC</title><content type='html'>Photos from yesterday. No time to really blog properly, thus, I shall just leave you with this bunch of photos that you will not understand. A really big thing happened for me, but I'll blog that out properly when I have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love love.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I changed my mind. I've decided to blog it out properly =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Weds was the interschool debating competition. My team was in the finals against School of Business. We won, but SB really put up a good fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the competition, Dexter, Vera, Viha and I stayed back until around 7pm to discuss our various projects. Just as we were leaving the library, I got a call. It was a person from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salt Films&lt;/span&gt;. They wanted me to be a talent in a new TV Commercial that they were filming for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mocca&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you guys who aren't from Singapore, Mocca is a internet classifieds company. It's commercials are quite infamous around our tiny island. In case you haven't seen it before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ks2YNdDuJJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ks2YNdDuJJ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoL! Funny right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Salt Films asked me to act in one of a series of new ads that they're shooting. I'm supposed to be a plastic surgery bimbo =) Sweeettt~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insert me FREAKING OUT! O.O OMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOGMOGMGOMGO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics from yesterday.&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGR_sUQLAI/AAAAAAAABHg/4-q7uFcPZOA/s1600-h/Photo-0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGR_sUQLAI/AAAAAAAABHg/4-q7uFcPZOA/s320/Photo-0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229121165767748610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wardrobe and makeup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGR_-GYurI/AAAAAAAABHo/EUj_LuzB8wY/s1600-h/Photo-0009%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGR_-GYurI/AAAAAAAABHo/EUj_LuzB8wY/s320/Photo-0009%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229121170541427378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst doing my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGR_xnLX-I/AAAAAAAABHw/2Z0PQ6apCOQ/s1600-h/Photo-0012%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGR_xnLX-I/AAAAAAAABHw/2Z0PQ6apCOQ/s320/Photo-0012%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229121167189303266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty makeup done by the make up artist (I LOVE THE FAKE EYE LASHES!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGR_wKXecI/AAAAAAAABH4/526RMkHiItw/s1600-h/Photo-0013%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGR_wKXecI/AAAAAAAABH4/526RMkHiItw/s320/Photo-0013%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229121166800026050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My costume for the day (night to be precise. The shoot was from 5.30pm - 11.30 pm) The make up artist, Cherene and my co-star, Carol in the background. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGSAEgMRPI/AAAAAAAABIA/QNhwAdHACgI/s1600-h/Photo-0014%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGSAEgMRPI/AAAAAAAABIA/QNhwAdHACgI/s320/Photo-0014%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229121172260275442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Final product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGSo85b-9I/AAAAAAAABII/brk5MsC_3CA/s1600-h/Photo-0017%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGSo85b-9I/AAAAAAAABII/brk5MsC_3CA/s320/Photo-0017%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229121874593315794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While they were filming another scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGSpKcW5bI/AAAAAAAABIQ/TIMIvwiANLo/s1600-h/Photo-0019%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGSpKcW5bI/AAAAAAAABIQ/TIMIvwiANLo/s320/Photo-0019%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229121878229444018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another pic of me. The make up artist was really pro. I am amazed at what she can do with a couple of brushes...&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGSpJk9uUI/AAAAAAAABIY/kriKDk-Ia-Q/s1600-h/Photo-0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGSpJk9uUI/AAAAAAAABIY/kriKDk-Ia-Q/s320/Photo-0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229121877997107522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I realise it's a picture of me in the toilet, but I don't care. I think I look quite chio here! Must share, must share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGSpZ5exZI/AAAAAAAABIg/BHb_tOqFadA/s1600-h/Photo-0023%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGSpZ5exZI/AAAAAAAABIg/BHb_tOqFadA/s320/Photo-0023%231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229121882378126738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pic of Messiah that I took today. Loony, lovable idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, the whole filming experience was a blast! I met great people, had a fun time and accomplished something worth to put down on my resume.  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my hats off to the people at Salt Films. The amount of professionalism they showed when filming left me quite embarrassed at the way we do our own filming. =( But on top of being professional, they sure know how to have fun ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s:&lt;br /&gt;Anyone interested in hiring a freelance actress, drop me an email at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cher.wenli@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pp/s:&lt;br /&gt;At the set, two people said I looked like an elf. O.o That is so dejavu to what Wendy and Ethan said, man... And two other people said I looked like Dawn Yang from certain angles. I've heard that a lot as well -.-' I know I've always said that if more than one person says something, it's surely the truth, but this is ridiculous...&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/20963896-9206947213853569092?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/9206947213853569092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=9206947213853569092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/9206947213853569092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/9206947213853569092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/07/photos-from-yesterday.html' title='Mocca TVC'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SJGR_sUQLAI/AAAAAAAABHg/4-q7uFcPZOA/s72-c/Photo-0010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-2320406647901941047</id><published>2008-07-28T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:30:02.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updayte</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. Thought I'd do just a quick update, since sunshine's been busy and beloved is...I suppose busy as well -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed my driving law test! Which is awesome, now I can start the driving lessons. Haven't given the teacher a call yet, I kept putting it off. But I finally gave them a call today at vee's persistence. I don't know when I'm starting, the teacher said she'd text me as soon as there's a slot. Feeling pretty nervous about it actually =x You know, having another person's life in your hands. I sure hope she's nice lah because I'm a person who panics really easily and it wouldn't help at all if she wasn't nice -.- But she sounded pretty nice on the phone? So I don't know -.-" Okay redundancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meant to blog last week but I didn't have the pictures so I might as well blog without the pictures. But I reckon I'll blog again just to put up pictures, we'll see. Went over to vee's place last Monday to learn cooking! Yes -.- and it didn't turn out so bad! We made french toast, hash browns and fried chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The french toast was funny, the instructions on wikihow said to use half tablespoon of vanilla and we didn't know if they meant vanilla ice-cream or vanilla essence or vanilla powder? But we decided to go with our instincts, which was vanilla ice-cream :D It turned out pretty yummy! And maybe a tad too fluffy? Ah the hash browns. They didn't look or taste like hash browns at all. They looked &amp;amp; tasted like..potato wedges. But then again maybe we cut them the wrong way *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fried chicken was..interesting. We had to marinate the chicken, with our HANDS. Like ew man. Couldn't bring myself to touch the raw chicken at first, but you know how insistent vee gets. In the end, we actually had fun with it and I think we got carried away -.- My fingertips smelt like kunyit and halia the whole of the next day, hahaha. And I was so scared to fry them, stayed 3 feet away from the pan cos the oil kept spitting. I'm told that it's because the chicken still had water or something? Vee was in the middle of all the action with the tongs. She is so brave and she is my hero :D Fried chicken turned out really really good. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today vee came over for our little MIB study sessions for the scholarship interviews. See, cooking at her place and study sessions at my place :D She pulled a 'siewshi' and ambushed me at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 8.45am&lt;/span&gt; in the morning -.- Ohmygad, I was still in my jammies and everything. She lied okay, she said she was coming in the afternoon. Should have left you out there swtheart ;p haha. But yeah, we studied like...for less than an hour then got hungry and cooked indomee! Yakked away for at least a good hour. Then attempted to study but we felt so sleepy! So we napped! HAHAH so cool. Never napped with anyone before :p Napped for about an hour till vee's phone woke us up. Didn't end up studying after that. We chatted away in bed as vee worked on my sudoku puzzles, then we felt hungry and ordered a pizza. Again, more bonding over pizza and Vuili came to join us after tuition. Shortly after that vee left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vee I super love you okay. And I super love our bonding sessions and just lazing about doing ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. And just laughing at our retardedness, talking to smiley, stalking people on facebook and getting to know each other even more! I just super love you :) See you Fridaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for dinner last night at Capers with my dad and Vuili. Vuili ordered the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fettucine Cabonara&lt;/span&gt; and my dad..HAHAHA oh mann my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad- Eh na what did Vuili order ah. *flips through menu* What is that the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CARBOCINI SAYONARA&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAH seriously too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week started out greaaat :) Can't wait to see how the rest of it will turn out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-2320406647901941047?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/2320406647901941047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=2320406647901941047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2320406647901941047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2320406647901941047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/07/updayte.html' title='updayte'/><author><name>vuina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674451824103254343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7774889552894809825</id><published>2008-07-13T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:05:49.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hungry and Poor</title><content type='html'>I am feeling hungry now~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this innate craving to eat Pastamania's Mussels and Clams, but I am damn poor now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hungry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no food in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lazy to go out and scavenge for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastamaniaaa~ =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg... I really cannot take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, I shall order Pastamania. Tch. I have no self-control at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-7774889552894809825?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7774889552894809825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7774889552894809825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7774889552894809825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7774889552894809825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/07/hungry-and-poor.html' title='Hungry and Poor'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-1513969454900855365</id><published>2008-07-06T02:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T02:35:28.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I'm alive and this blog is for sunshine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I didn't update right away, got too caught up with prom and then cleaning up my room and then going out with swtheart and beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY updaytes. ERM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom was gooood :) Almost everyone came in masks, which was great and I thought the food was pretty good too. Pictures are all over facebook and I'm sure many of you have seen. My date was the lovely Ervy Rahman :D Everyone looked gorgeous, gurlies in their long evening gown and guys in their suits. But I think everyone pretty much left after dinner, the dance floor wasn't so filled and people keep going out and then coming back in. It's all good though, prom turned out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SG-4w2_fXeI/AAAAAAAAA0k/84VXWIvHXzo/s1600-h/S6301532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SG-4w2_fXeI/AAAAAAAAA0k/84VXWIvHXzo/s320/S6301532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219593642680737250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My A'levels are finally OVERR after a whole month of hardcore revisions for exams. Exams themselves weren't too bad, except for Econs 4 which I think I messed up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;, Phys 6 which was the sypnotic unit and Chem 6 which was the MCQ paper. Even though it was just MCQ I found it hard! But let's worry about that when the 14th of August comes, results day! *jeng jeng jeng* I miss the jan batch folks. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SG-7GvZ8Q2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/ULQca_DOfLY/s1600-h/n651661225_888292_2934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SG-7GvZ8Q2I/AAAAAAAAA0s/ULQca_DOfLY/s320/n651661225_888292_2934.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219596217624576866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been out a lot this week and the last, since beloved's back. I haven't got much of the pictures though, because most of them are on beloved's camera so she'll post them up. I can't recall exactly when the outings were but ALL of them involved Mario Kart racing and Photohunting at the arcade -.- Beloved is very determined in 'creaming' everyone in Mariokart and getting on the high score list in Photo hunt, I'm sure there are others out there who would agree with me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY so this weeek, beloved slept over on Thursday and we played FIFA on the PS3 then watched PS: I love you. Vuili totally creamed her, but then beloved beat me on penalty shots -.- sigh. Not bad for two first-timers :) Beloved teared up at PS: I love you, especially at the last part and then resorted to calling Kenneth upon my suggestion :) Haha then got ready for bed and yakked away until the both of us fell asleep. Beloved doesn't brush her teeth frequently, especially if she's lazy. Eww ;p And she left her toothbrush over at my place! HAHA see how much she hates brushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew, swtheart, beloved and I went to visit SAS and then MD yesterday. I came late. Sorry guys! But yeah, saw Manik and she's got curly hair again. I've missed her, and all our lit classes. She called me a traitor for doing sciences in A'levels. Haha, Litfest is on 26th July if anyone's interested in going. We didn't spend so much time in MD because yeah I came late and that set back our plans cos MD people had class at 1pm. I saw...Alvin, Jase and Safwan. But I owe MD another visit I suppose.  And maybe PTE too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I've decided that Bristol will be my firm choice of uni and Edinburgh will be my insurance, so now I just have to wait and see if I get the grades or if I change my mind and decide to apply to Melbourne instead. Keeping my options open. I'm having a hard time deciding where to stay in Bristol though, which is bad cos I need to reply to their accommodation reaally soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yehp. That's about it so far, folks. Beloved should upload the pictures soon. I'll try and keep you guys updated on my oh-so-exciting life after A'levels ;) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, sunshine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-1513969454900855365?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/1513969454900855365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=1513969454900855365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1513969454900855365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1513969454900855365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/07/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>vuina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674451824103254343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SG-4w2_fXeI/AAAAAAAAA0k/84VXWIvHXzo/s72-c/S6301532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7172520236159227052</id><published>2008-07-01T21:38:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T23:14:40.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late post.</title><content type='html'>So, my day out with Peggie last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my Organisational Management exam that day, I went to Bt. Batok to meet Peggie. Haven't seen her for a real damn long time. It was really nice to see a friendly face from home =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out that she was staying JUST DOWN THE STREET FROM ME! And that both our bfs are NS men AT THE SAME CAMP and on top of that, they're going to finish at around THE SAME TIME as well! O.o Damn freaky lah! We were sort of freaking out when we found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyweyz, we headed down to Bugis to do some SHOPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I cannot shop with Peggie! We are both so... USELESS! We just cannot say 'no'! As a result, we both got very broke that day spending money on frivolous, non-intellectual things. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least we had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics! (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our main useless buys is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COOL AWESOME GLASSES!&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpF0G7XyoI/AAAAAAAABHU/zESjCRyBi2c/s1600-h/n509959265_534914_8826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpF0G7XyoI/AAAAAAAABHU/zESjCRyBi2c/s320/n509959265_534914_8826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218059879777290882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggie and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFjr8yr1I/AAAAAAAABG0/v0HHA0KOy5I/s1600-h/n509959265_534910_7593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFjr8yr1I/AAAAAAAABG0/v0HHA0KOy5I/s320/n509959265_534910_7593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218059597657583442" 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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFjk3Pi-I/AAAAAAAABG8/naoLYmlM58g/s1600-h/n509959265_534911_7892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFjk3Pi-I/AAAAAAAABG8/naoLYmlM58g/s320/n509959265_534911_7892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218059595755260898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius Peggie talking to her boy (I think she looks really good here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFjwJkZqI/AAAAAAAABHE/CulCOJwWrho/s1600-h/n509959265_534912_8213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFjwJkZqI/AAAAAAAABHE/CulCOJwWrho/s320/n509959265_534912_8213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218059598784915106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second major useless buy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAKE NAILS&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFPzHyDKI/AAAAAAAABF8/LEHmFMhUDZ0/s1600-h/n509959265_534901_4965.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFPzHyDKI/AAAAAAAABF8/LEHmFMhUDZ0/s320/n509959265_534901_4965.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218059255985343650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me struggling to glue on my fake nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFQHGK-2I/AAAAAAAABGE/gbAexy5M1yk/s1600-h/n509959265_534902_5260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFQHGK-2I/AAAAAAAABGE/gbAexy5M1yk/s320/n509959265_534902_5260.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218059261347298146" 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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFQ4QuCRI/AAAAAAAABGM/b4khcWR8irA/s1600-h/n509959265_534903_5550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFQ4QuCRI/AAAAAAAABGM/b4khcWR8irA/s320/n509959265_534903_5550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218059274544875794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggie's artistic shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFQzhSgCI/AAAAAAAABGU/mHWOsrKfrH4/s1600-h/n509959265_534905_6129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFQzhSgCI/AAAAAAAABGU/mHWOsrKfrH4/s320/n509959265_534905_6129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218059273272197154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Get smart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFRuq38mI/AAAAAAAABGc/hOHhqr6_lVY/s1600-h/n509959265_534907_6695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFRuq38mI/AAAAAAAABGc/hOHhqr6_lVY/s320/n509959265_534907_6695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218059289150091874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cam whoring moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpE-1MRhEI/AAAAAAAABFU/3JHYjDWkWnQ/s1600-h/n509959265_534896_3468.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpE-1MRhEI/AAAAAAAABFU/3JHYjDWkWnQ/s320/n509959265_534896_3468.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218058964483277890" 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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpE_XMaANI/AAAAAAAABFc/QGsa1PE3lQI/s1600-h/n509959265_534897_3791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpE_XMaANI/AAAAAAAABFc/QGsa1PE3lQI/s320/n509959265_534897_3791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218058973610639570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fake nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpE_VNOWEI/AAAAAAAABFk/3Y_9zrgFGLg/s1600-h/n509959265_534898_4078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpE_VNOWEI/AAAAAAAABFk/3Y_9zrgFGLg/s320/n509959265_534898_4078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218058973077198914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only cute but also smart! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpE_hDnGgI/AAAAAAAABFs/4bRfm8Ziq1k/s1600-h/n509959265_534899_4383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpE_hDnGgI/AAAAAAAABFs/4bRfm8Ziq1k/s320/n509959265_534899_4383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218058976258103810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pretty nails belong to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpE_vz4NuI/AAAAAAAABF0/TOW3h5JEFyU/s1600-h/n509959265_534900_4667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpE_vz4NuI/AAAAAAAABF0/TOW3h5JEFyU/s320/n509959265_534900_4667.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218058980218648290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Peggie Ong Pei Chee. Thanks for treating me lunch, babe! It was so fun shopping with you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFxFf_cjI/AAAAAAAABHM/NDFNNt0BSR0/s1600-h/n509959265_534913_8521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFxFf_cjI/AAAAAAAABHM/NDFNNt0BSR0/s320/n509959265_534913_8521.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218059827854406194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nails =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFgUoIcrI/AAAAAAAABGk/554W0pZhqoY/s1600-h/n509959265_534908_7008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpFgUoIcrI/AAAAAAAABGk/554W0pZhqoY/s320/n509959265_534908_7008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218059539857306290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The evidence of us at Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The nails were really cheap! Bought them at like, $10 for 3 at some shop at Bugis Street but what's so stupid is that right after we put them off, we nearly immediately took them off. After all the blood sweat and tears I took to put them on...  -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really stupid lor~ I pried off the not so sticky glue that the nails came with and instead, glued them onto my nails with the super sticky nail glue that I bought separately. It was so troublesome and I don't even know why I went through with it when the not so sticky glue was perfectly fine and was easier to stick on and remove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I painstakingly put them on and camwhored them with Peggie for a while, Peggie realised that she had to cook tomorrow, so she couldn't possibly marinate her food with long nails. I was feeling smug because I didn't need to marinate anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she asked me, "How are you going to take out your contacts later?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feck. After nearly 1/2 an hour of slowing gluing it on, I was to rip them from my nails. PAIN PAIN PAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am surprised at how stupid I can be sometimes =(&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/20963896-7172520236159227052?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7172520236159227052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7172520236159227052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7172520236159227052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7172520236159227052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/07/late-post.html' title='Late post.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGpF0G7XyoI/AAAAAAAABHU/zESjCRyBi2c/s72-c/n509959265_534914_8826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-3104292611291648936</id><published>2008-06-29T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:56:09.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A word of comfort.</title><content type='html'>2 Corinthians 7-10:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To keep me from becoming conceited because of these surprisingly great revelations, there was given me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in your weakness.&lt;/span&gt;" Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I &lt;u&gt;delight&lt;/u&gt; in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;For when I am weak, then I am strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My QT today brought me to this verse and it really encouraged me. I hope it encourages you too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-3104292611291648936?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/3104292611291648936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=3104292611291648936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/3104292611291648936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/3104292611291648936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/06/word-of-comfort.html' title='A word of comfort.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-4821864014008480779</id><published>2008-06-28T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T15:31:33.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless ramblings.</title><content type='html'>Right, since NO ONE IS IS BLOGGING *HINT HINT*, I shall blog again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Peggie on Thursday. We blog abt that when I get pictures, cuz it'll be more fun that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HmmMm, tests are over. Don't want to talk about it cuz I think I'm going to break down and cry at my stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING TO PHILIPPINES ON THURSDAY! =D Omg, I am so excited! This is why debating is the most awesome CCA to have. Because of debating, I'll be heading to AteneoAustrals 2008! I'm sure it's going to be a blast. The programme looks really good, with a good number of socials/parties thrown it (cuz there's one nearly every night ^^) I really cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will blog again when Peggie sends me the pics from our day out. I really had a lot of fun going shopping with her on Thursday! But to be honest, both of us are so useless. We just really don't know how to say 'no'. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad for us, good for the Singapore economy. I guess that really summarized our day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: I am getting a hang of my Macbook, but it sucks cuz I can't install all my pirated Windows programmes on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-4821864014008480779?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/4821864014008480779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=4821864014008480779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4821864014008480779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4821864014008480779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/06/useless-ramblings.html' title='Useless ramblings.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-4248035841010382095</id><published>2008-06-25T20:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:47:08.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of those days...</title><content type='html'>Just one of those days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where you don't feel good enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where you want to whine at people, but there's no one there for you to whine to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where you just want to huddle in your bed and dream dreamless dreams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where you DO huddle in our bed and dream dreamless dreams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where you feel so much anxiety that it numbs you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where you feel so fat and useless&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where you know its probably the hormones talking, but you can't do anything to stop it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where you think of the past and feel like shit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where you think of the future and feel shittier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Where you feel all alone in an expanse of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGI-MSjaGoI/AAAAAAAABFM/25OPTIcI20M/s1600-h/goodenough_424345063_5e1651930e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGI-MSjaGoI/AAAAAAAABFM/25OPTIcI20M/s400/goodenough_424345063_5e1651930e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215799699308157570" 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/20963896-4248035841010382095?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/4248035841010382095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=4248035841010382095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4248035841010382095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4248035841010382095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-one-of-those-days.html' title='Just one of those days...'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SGI-MSjaGoI/AAAAAAAABFM/25OPTIcI20M/s72-c/goodenough_424345063_5e1651930e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-4234273679728315790</id><published>2008-06-23T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T20:07:08.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzz.</title><content type='html'>ConB was ok. It was hillarious when Mr. Kenneth Wong walked into class donning an ULTRA-COOL MUSTACHE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so amazed that he managed to grow such a substantial one within 3 weeks. Can facial hair grow so fast?&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/_b1kiE02ywi0/SF-RfS__i0I/AAAAAAAABE8/f6imhF8t36o/s1600-h/Photo-0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SF-RfS__i0I/AAAAAAAABE8/f6imhF8t36o/s400/Photo-0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215046860380539714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Past and the Present. At one point of time, I had 2 lappies! I FEEL SO POWERFUL! LoL. Cheap thrills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SF-RfYfEzzI/AAAAAAAABFE/l7TeNnSdqp4/s1600-h/Photo-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SF-RfYfEzzI/AAAAAAAABFE/l7TeNnSdqp4/s400/Photo-0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215046861853085490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me taking a pic of my macbook, which is taking a pic of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-4234273679728315790?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/4234273679728315790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=4234273679728315790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4234273679728315790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4234273679728315790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/06/zzzz.html' title='Zzzz.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SF-RfS__i0I/AAAAAAAABE8/f6imhF8t36o/s72-c/Photo-0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-8277167194866738355</id><published>2008-06-23T01:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:49:58.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were...</title><content type='html'>If I were a month I would be: October&lt;br /&gt;If I were a day of the week I would be: Saturday&lt;br /&gt;If I were a time of day I would be: 4 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;If I were a planet I would be: Venus&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sea animal I would be: an angelfish&lt;br /&gt;If I were a direction I would be: West&lt;br /&gt;If I were a piece of furniture I would be: a chair&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sin I would be: Gluttony&lt;br /&gt;If I were a historical figure I would be: Mahmud Ghandi&lt;br /&gt;If I were a liquid I would be: Vodka&lt;br /&gt;If I were a stone, I would be: Opal&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tree, I would be: a flame-of-the-forest&lt;br /&gt;If I were a bird, I would be: an eagle&lt;br /&gt;If I were a tool, I would be: a hammer&lt;br /&gt;If I were a flower/plant, I would be: a lily&lt;br /&gt;If I were a kind of weather, I would be: sunny&lt;br /&gt;If I were a mythical creature, I would be: a pixie&lt;br /&gt;If I were a musical instrument, I would be: piano&lt;br /&gt;If I were an animal, I would be: a dolphin&lt;br /&gt;If I were a color, I would be: Pink&lt;br /&gt;If I were an emotion, I would be: melancholy&lt;br /&gt;If I were a vegetable, I would be: kailan!&lt;br /&gt;If I were a sound, I would be: the sound of laughter&lt;br /&gt;If I were an element, I would be: Calcium (Ca)&lt;br /&gt;If I were a car, I would be: a Porsche&lt;br /&gt;If I were a song, I would be: 'I'm walking on Sunshine' by Aly and AJ&lt;br /&gt;If I were a movie, I would be directed by: Quentin Tarantino&lt;br /&gt;If I were a book, I would be written by: Jodi Picoult&lt;br /&gt;If I were a food, I would be: Blachan Stingray/Oyster Omelette/Beef Steak/Lamb Chop *sorry, very hungry atm =P*&lt;br /&gt;If I were a place, I would be: on the other side&lt;br /&gt;If I were a material, I would be: Silk&lt;br /&gt;If I were a taste, I would be: Bittersweet&lt;br /&gt;If I were a scent, I would be: DKNY Green Apple&lt;br /&gt;If I were a religion, I would be: Christianity&lt;br /&gt;If I were a word, I would be: Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;If I were a body part I would be: your eyes&lt;br /&gt;If I were a facial expression I would be: a laugh&lt;br /&gt;If I were a subject in school I would be: Mass Media Research HAHAHAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;If I were a cartoon character I would be: Penelope Pitstop/Blossoms&lt;br /&gt;If I were a shape I would be a/an: circle - no beginning and no end&lt;br /&gt;If I were a number I would be: 2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-8277167194866738355?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/8277167194866738355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=8277167194866738355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/8277167194866738355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/8277167194866738355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/06/if-i-were.html' title='If I were...'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-1566486594526056623</id><published>2008-06-17T22:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T23:28:01.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye infection.</title><content type='html'>So, I've got this horrible eye infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few weeks, it kinda stings a little but not much. I thought it was just a sty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it doesn't hurt that much anymore, but it's horribly ugly. I don't know how to make it go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sad and ugly. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-1566486594526056623?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/1566486594526056623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=1566486594526056623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1566486594526056623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1566486594526056623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/06/eye-infection.html' title='Eye infection.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-8466600401171647594</id><published>2008-06-16T03:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T03:10:45.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem for a Dream.</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching &lt;strong&gt;'Requiem for a Dream'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever ever touch drugs until the day I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-8466600401171647594?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/8466600401171647594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=8466600401171647594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/8466600401171647594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/8466600401171647594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/06/requiem-for-dream.html' title='Requiem for a Dream.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-6433860529436594526</id><published>2008-06-15T18:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T19:09:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random pics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just a few random pics that I've found on my comp. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTzPnMRP8I/AAAAAAAABEc/8w-ZQTWDEdU/s1600-h/Photo-0040_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212058118318538690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTzPnMRP8I/AAAAAAAABEc/8w-ZQTWDEdU/s400/Photo-0040_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pic of me with Sederick's cousin Yi Ting... not sure how you spell it lah. SHE'S SO CUTE&lt;333&gt; Absolutely adorable and quite chatty as well. Just kept talking and asking me questions. Understandable, cuz she's only 8.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTzPi5clxI/AAAAAAAABEk/BNfQhUQtvfI/s1600-h/n705174584_493331_7111+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212058117165848338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTzPi5clxI/AAAAAAAABEk/BNfQhUQtvfI/s400/n705174584_493331_7111+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Aida during 'An Inspector Calls'. I like this pic cuz it's one of the few I have with her and we both look SO GOOD! ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTzP1zpXWI/AAAAAAAABEs/NCx3zkLlNEw/s1600-h/n722835831_950285_6367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212058122241793378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTzP1zpXWI/AAAAAAAABEs/NCx3zkLlNEw/s400/n722835831_950285_6367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the best pics of me ever. Taken by my dear friend Tim De Souza who's right now rotting in Tekong. Be strong, k? Don't die, please =( And come back super buff!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTzQPftiCI/AAAAAAAABE0/VTeWeyV1Iq4/s1600-h/b2670b05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212058129137502242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTzQPftiCI/AAAAAAAABE0/VTeWeyV1Iq4/s400/b2670b05.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Class pic! We in Ms. Kwa's room, where she treated us Canadian Pizza. ^^ As per typical DMC behaviour, we cam-whored before eating the thing -.-'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GLENDA'S BIRTHDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, these were taken a while back. Not sure why I never posted them up. Oh well. We threw a surprise party for Glenda, from my CTPP class. Got her a cake and a present! Wendy made her go away on the pretense of filling up Wendy's bottle and then.. WE STRIKED! and got the room done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTyS6ayI7I/AAAAAAAABDs/_ULNq8gJ0MY/s1600-h/DSCF1935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212057075507667890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTyS6ayI7I/AAAAAAAABDs/_ULNq8gJ0MY/s400/DSCF1935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday girl making her birthday wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTyTVP1LGI/AAAAAAAABD0/q9eNfnc5vPI/s1600-h/DSCF1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212057082709486690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTyTVP1LGI/AAAAAAAABD0/q9eNfnc5vPI/s400/DSCF1947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Remnants of a delicious partaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTyTt-AdsI/AAAAAAAABD8/x7EP53B17H8/s1600-h/DSCF1951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212057089345615554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTyTt-AdsI/AAAAAAAABD8/x7EP53B17H8/s400/DSCF1951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unglam to the max. Glenda was wearing the dress we got her over her normal attire and I wore a skirt to CTPP that Monday, so Wendy said it was unacceptable. She said I had to wear a pants from the costume rack under it, so I did. It was this red China-ching-chong pants. The kind with those Chinese patterns. Urg. But you know, the get up looks quite artsy in this pic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photography+Make up acting thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wendy arranged for some people to teach us how to wear make-up for the stage/camera and then to have our headshots taken. They would be for our resumes and CVs so we can actually GET SOME (work that is. Acting jobs in particular)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Camwhoring, post-makeup workshop before getting our pics taken.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTyTm-dHtI/AAAAAAAABEE/Qrkl4GzJo1w/s1600-h/Photo-0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212057087468445394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTyTm-dHtI/AAAAAAAABEE/Qrkl4GzJo1w/s400/Photo-0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Charing + I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTyT4y72yI/AAAAAAAABEM/gAFESOoC1uw/s1600-h/Photo-0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212057092251966242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTyT4y72yI/AAAAAAAABEM/gAFESOoC1uw/s400/Photo-0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WOMAN! ^^ Hope you like your gift *evil look*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTzPcg4EfI/AAAAAAAABEU/2lWkllhvRZo/s1600-h/Photo-0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212058115452178930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTzPcg4EfI/AAAAAAAABEU/2lWkllhvRZo/s400/Photo-0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*Yawns* I think I have exerted myself enough for today. Later peeps. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p/s: Mummy's coming down on Thursday! I am so so very very excited. Whheee! Waiting for parental love and affection to come pouring down. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;pp/s: The pics from the workshop turned out AWESOME! I lalalalove them so much! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ppp/s: Apparently, I look like an elf. I've had two different people tell me recently that I look like an elf. Do I? *weird look*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-6433860529436594526?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/6433860529436594526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=6433860529436594526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6433860529436594526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6433860529436594526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/06/random-pics.html' title='random pics.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SFTzPnMRP8I/AAAAAAAABEc/8w-ZQTWDEdU/s72-c/Photo-0040_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-34280239104549699</id><published>2008-06-10T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T21:42:42.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The old book.</title><content type='html'>I’m holding on your rope&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;And I’m hearing what you say&lt;br /&gt;But I just can’t make a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You tell me that you need me&lt;br /&gt;Then you go and cut me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;But wait...&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you’re sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Didn’t think I’d turn around and say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d take another chance, take a fall, take a shot for you&lt;br /&gt;And I need you like a heart needs a beat&lt;br /&gt;(But that's nothing new)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I loved you&lt;/strong&gt; with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;fire red&lt;/span&gt;, now it’s turning blue&lt;br /&gt;And you say&lt;br /&gt;Sorry like the angel heaven let me think was you&lt;br /&gt;But I’m afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late&lt;br /&gt;Woahooo woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to apologize, it’s too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it’s too late to apologize, it’s too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it’s too late to apologize, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;I said it’s too late to apologize, a yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m holding on your rope&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked through my little box of memories. Most of my happiest ones were with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart of hearts, I always thought that we would walk through the church doors together. That we would have our happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that no obstacle would be too hard to clear. That no trouble could overshadow the love we had. I thought all we needed to last forever was love and smiles. I may have set my expectations too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that enough was enough when I asked you if someday we would go back to the way we were. I was willing to wait out forever in hopes that that someday would come, if you just gave the word. If you just gave me some hope to hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't. It's too late to apologize. On both our parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look through my little box of memories, I remember the great times we had. The laughter and the love. I sometimes feel like there was no closure between us. Our situation is like a closed book, except the bookmark is still stuck between the pages, peeking through the curtain of words and memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy now. Happier than I've been in a long time. God's providence is awesome. He's gracious enough to have let me open a new book with a new person- a person that's dear to me and makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's merciful enough to help me move on from the old book with its possibilities. I know it is by His providence because it took such a great number of days of crying and hurting and stupid stupid things to consider letting go. To look at the bigger picture, according to Beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, though, the old book is staying with me forever. It documented some of the happiest times in my life. It's going into my little box of memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while, I promise to take it out and remember you. I hope you will do the same with me, because that is the best way you can honour me and our shared memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-34280239104549699?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/34280239104549699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=34280239104549699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/34280239104549699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/34280239104549699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/06/old-book.html' title='The old book.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7038312322795167535</id><published>2008-06-07T13:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T13:55:58.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Couting down the days.</title><content type='html'>Ohh, Exams in 2 weeks! I need to get my head in the game and STUDY!! Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Later. I am such a procrastinator. But it's the end results that matter right? I really will start studying. Got quite a lot to do leh, plus the MMR survey, which is still MIA. ZzzzZZz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why I'm blogging. It was a pretty spur of the moment decision and I just realised I don't really have much to blog about. My past few days have been dominated by Debates, sleeping and Sederick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually quite surprised at how well Sederick and I click. At first, I thought he was this really dao jock dude. Glad to know I was wrong =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out again yesterday. I met him after debates at Chinatown and we took a train down the purple line. We went to Vivo to watch Angel- some European Art House flick. It was ok. Cheryl rating: 3/5 stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie ended around 8-ish? Was feeling famished. My stomach growled quite loudly! So embarrassing. While looking for food, we went past the arcade and I wanted to go in and play, but Sederick wouldn't allow me =( He said food was more important than my childish urges. LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like eating Pastamania. Even I'm not too sure of the weird craving. But there doesn't appear to one at Vivo, so we ate at some Thai place instead. Next date, I'm going to insist on Italian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want money =( In a state of duress caused by the lack of money. I cannot wait for the day I won't need to count dollars and cents. But then, isn't it everyone's wish to live such a carefree life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I doubt you check out my blog, but I just want you to know that I haven't felt this happy in a really long time. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-7038312322795167535?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7038312322795167535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7038312322795167535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7038312322795167535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7038312322795167535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/06/couting-down-days.html' title='Couting down the days.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-1707593325357825175</id><published>2008-05-31T21:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:26:17.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh-ohh</title><content type='html'>uh-ohh.. been away from the blogosphere for a long, long time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm. excuse for the next month - upcoming exams!! oh.. that can also be my excuse for like. may! AND april. i had assignments and online tests etc to do :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-1707593325357825175?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/1707593325357825175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=1707593325357825175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1707593325357825175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1707593325357825175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/uh-ohh.html' title='uh-ohh'/><author><name>daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860994530901406384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-5901346559839365875</id><published>2008-05-31T02:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:18:04.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the second date.</title><content type='html'>Today was one of the best days I've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit I overslept and missed my BTT, but whatever! I'll just take it on Weds. Went to watch Prince Caspian. I don't think it was that good. I guess it's one of those cases where if you read the book, you'll find the movie lacklustre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! GUESS WHAT I DID!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SEFO8aGydbI/AAAAAAAABDk/NVmPKCudruo/s1600-h/Photo-0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206529443923916210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SEFO8aGydbI/AAAAAAAABDk/NVmPKCudruo/s400/Photo-0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=DDDDDDDD Damn happy! I was so delirious after piercing it though. I laughed and giggled for 10 mins straight. I think it was an adrendaline rush. I totally freaked out! Fortunately, with my nerves of steel, I finally got a soft bone piercing =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate to admit how safe I feel in your arms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-5901346559839365875?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/5901346559839365875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=5901346559839365875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5901346559839365875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5901346559839365875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/today-was-one-of-best-days-ive-ever-had.html' title='the second date.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SEFO8aGydbI/AAAAAAAABDk/NVmPKCudruo/s72-c/Photo-0137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-1988235743048442545</id><published>2008-05-27T19:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:38:47.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>As per usual, Simplyvivacious is dead-ish. And yet, once again, it is up to me to revive it =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are starting in 3 days time! I can feel the tingle starting from my head and running to my toes. I LOVE THE HOLIDAYS! =D I'll be staying back in Singapore this time round though. My mum has some govt. stuff she needs to get done, so she's bringing my bros over. An my mac. =[ I caved and got a Mac, just for the sake of Final Cut Pro. I am such a dedicated media student *dry sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was out Drama CA. I think it went terribly, but that's just me. Macam no inspirasi like that. =( Before that, I went to Vivo with Sedrick. He's nice. ^^ He pretty much saved me from spending 3 hours staring at the library wall, so plus points awarded bountifully. Nice of him to treat me starbucks as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Digress-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bruise on my leg. I wonder how it got there. I really need to start sleeping earlier! I'm nearly a bloody insomniac! I can in no way fanthom what keeps me conscious at 4 am in the morning, especially with having to wake up at 6.30 am the next day! My eye bags are as big as Samsonite suitcases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End Digress-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was ok. I'm pretty worried for my DMA (digital media applications) class. I hope I can finish editing my vid in time. I'm going to go to the cut studio tmr and hog it from 3-5pm. I shall bitchily chase out people who are there during my slot, cuz right now, I'm in sever panick mode. I'm so scared I won't be able to rush it in time for Thursday. *gulPz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to do my rationale for Feature Writing. Joy. I need a printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SDwOlz-3JhI/AAAAAAAABDY/EWaPajX3zZg/s1600-h/n667346919_865135_8645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SDwOlz-3JhI/AAAAAAAABDY/EWaPajX3zZg/s400/n667346919_865135_8645.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205051312105268754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know that everyone gets scared&lt;br /&gt;But I've become what I can't be, oh&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there&lt;br /&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;br /&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can u see what I see&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Steady feet, don't fail me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/STRIKE&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-1988235743048442545?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/1988235743048442545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=1988235743048442545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1988235743048442545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1988235743048442545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SDwOlz-3JhI/AAAAAAAABDY/EWaPajX3zZg/s72-c/n667346919_865135_8645.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-1215893553965184599</id><published>2008-05-19T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:57:22.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SDGi1TgtLjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/X09AQ0miEAg/s1600-h/n693569210_619552_99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202118081243852338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SDGi1TgtLjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/X09AQ0miEAg/s400/n693569210_619552_99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SDGhzDgtLhI/AAAAAAAABDA/bgJl3JhUebs/s1600-h/n693569210_619552_99.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best thing a girl can put into her mouth: Calories. *winkz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SDGhzTgtLiI/AAAAAAAABDI/UBb23cw7EII/s1600-h/Untitled-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202116947372486178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SDGhzTgtLiI/AAAAAAAABDI/UBb23cw7EII/s400/Untitled-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Damn straight! My screen name is Sunshine210. It'll surely help me get all the respect I need online, I'm sure. -.-'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-1215893553965184599?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/1215893553965184599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=1215893553965184599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1215893553965184599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1215893553965184599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/best-thing-girl-can-put-into-her-mouth.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SDGi1TgtLjI/AAAAAAAABDQ/X09AQ0miEAg/s72-c/n693569210_619552_99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-5028581277279007386</id><published>2008-05-19T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T23:34:08.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>Went out with Janie, Mark, Jonathan, Kester, Wan Jun and Celest just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Iron Man. It was funneh! =) I think the beginning scenes were cut a bit too abruptly though. It made things feel really rushed. The paced slowed down later on though, to the point that it actually got draggy. Editing sure is tough business. My DMA die liaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very melancholic today. Let's list off things at the top of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I miss my family. Very very much. You can't help but feel a little lonely when you come home after a long night to see that no one's waiting for you to come home. You can call it independence, but an overdose of it makes it overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I've handled my conduct very badly over the course of the month. Break ups, especially when it's someone you really love and care about, does something strange to you. You'll realise nearly immediately that there's a void. It comes from being so intimate with someone on an emotional basis and having that yanked away. The result? You try anyway possible to fill that void, even temporarily. May have motives sprouting from anger behind it too. Can't help feel so guilty cuz I feel as if I used someone to my own advantage. *Sigh* Should have done the smarter thing, like going up to a mountain to pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;God really has been so good to me. He's been filling up my usually dead social calendar. I hope He blesses our MMR ppt tomorrow too. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think my need for attention is startling. I just feel so uncomfortable without someone showering me with attention. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really wish Vuina Beloved, Daphy Dearest and Vee Sweetheart all the best for their exams. I really really hope they'll all do steller, like they always do. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to pierce my ear! Like, on the... what do you call it? The thing. The top part thing. Yeah. Anyone interested? We could hold each other's hands and scream loudly together. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do I use so many smiley faces? Makes me seem so teen bimbo-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to Plaza Sing consecutively twice in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I'm getting SOooOOOoo good in Daytona! I finished 2nd today with a super beat up vehicle! I shall rule the racetrack soon! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy Birthday Timmy + Citra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cannot remember my home number up till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hope my parents come down to Singapore during the hols.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alright. Time to buckle down and work. Must balance.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope you all had a great Vesak Day, ppl! =) Have a great week ahead too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-5028581277279007386?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/5028581277279007386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=5028581277279007386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5028581277279007386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5028581277279007386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-3790041081033029065</id><published>2008-05-19T02:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T02:50:52.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SDB56zgtLfI/AAAAAAAABCw/eyNtV9PD43I/s1600-h/Photo-0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201791620779683314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SDB56zgtLfI/AAAAAAAABCw/eyNtV9PD43I/s400/Photo-0077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SDB57DgtLgI/AAAAAAAABC4/XY55EX9BTQc/s1600-h/Photo-0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201791625074650626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SDB57DgtLgI/AAAAAAAABC4/XY55EX9BTQc/s400/Photo-0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A real good time. I learnt a lot tonight. Thanks, JT, for teaching me what I will never learn in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pics when I get them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-3790041081033029065?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/3790041081033029065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=3790041081033029065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/3790041081033029065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/3790041081033029065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/wwf.html' title='WWF'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SDB56zgtLfI/AAAAAAAABCw/eyNtV9PD43I/s72-c/Photo-0077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-5757884678809005964</id><published>2008-05-16T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:31:34.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random update.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SC2iajgtLcI/AAAAAAAABCY/3By-aDHHtHQ/s1600-h/Photo-0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200991721775508930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SC2iajgtLcI/AAAAAAAABCY/3By-aDHHtHQ/s400/Photo-0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SC2iazgtLdI/AAAAAAAABCg/FKNvQjtDYmI/s1600-h/Photo-0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200991726070476242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SC2iazgtLdI/AAAAAAAABCg/FKNvQjtDYmI/s400/Photo-0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I found these pics in my phone. They were from Global Day of Prayer (GDOP) '08. LOOK AT THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE! It's just so inspiring to see so many people take off 4 hours of their Sunday rest day to come together and pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GDOP is a day where quite a lot of the churches in Singapore come together to pray for various nations as a nation. It was held at the indoor stadium last Sunday and I went with my CG. =) We met up around 6+ and had dinner at that new mall at Kallang. Got to bond with my brothers and sisters in Christ :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so awesome. There was such a strong sense of camaraderie between everyone that after a wile, all the patriotism made it feel like National Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went into the indoor stadium and I had one of the best days I've had all year. It was just so great to come before the throne of grace and just surrender everything. While I was praying, I just realised that I've been carrying so much and have been absorbing all the hurt that's been coming to me recently. The stupid thing is that I didn't need to carry that burden. Jesus said he would carry it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I realised that, once again, I was relying on my own strength, I just broke down and cried. Why did I spend all those sleepless nights crying my eyes, my heart hurting, when my God had already offered to take all my burdens for me? Humans really are stupid. Me in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we were starving again and I was desperately in search of a TV (cuz I wanted to catch the ManU game), so we went hunting for food around town. COULDN'T FIND ANYTHING LOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we went to Makan Sutra, and it was closed. Then went to Marina Square for Macs, but even that was closed. MACS! I am amazed. Then Howie and Joel remembered some Hong Kong eatery near by, so we went over there instead. Had a really good time just talking and talking. I love it how friendly all my CG mates are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed back with Howie and Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, which reminds me. Mark's birthday was last sat! Went over to his place at Signature Park with the rest of the CG to celebrate. I never realised that Sig Park was so close! It was like, a 5 min bus ride? Quite near right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good food and good company. I totally overdressed though. LoL! It was a bloody barbecue and I dressed up for like... I dunno like, clubbing? Everyone else came in shorts and tees. Fashion fau pax man... Oh well. Mark, the birthday boy, and Janie crowned me Best Dressed -.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played Polar bear! It's like, a different version of Mafia. LoL! Hats off to Joel and Guo Zheng cuz they totally rocked as Polar Bears. We played like, 3 rounds, but they lasted forever because we were just so into the game. Like, the way the defenses were staged and the accusations. It was like a real court room, man. Hard core stuff. We analysed the last game until GDOP the next day lor! O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guo Zheng so nice. Dropped me off near my house when sending the rest to the MRT station. Thinking about it now, it was kind of out of the way, so must say thanks :) He's so tense when we drives though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That reminds me, I need a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can't believe I blogged so much. And it all started with a picture. Cognitive arousal. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SC2ibDgtLeI/AAAAAAAABCo/aNyVPJ9zwc4/s1600-h/Photo-0052+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200991730365443554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SC2ibDgtLeI/AAAAAAAABCo/aNyVPJ9zwc4/s400/Photo-0052+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a while since I cam whored. GREAT IMPROVEMENT LIAW! Doing it less ler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My first try colour correcting pics. It originally had an ugly blue overcast and was too too dark. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am now so into dotA. Just thought abt it seeing the warcraft 3 disc in my pic. But i am like the super uber duper of n00bs though. Soon, after proper practice, I sHaLL pwNNzz all of YoUzzzz!! hahhaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-5757884678809005964?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/5757884678809005964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=5757884678809005964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5757884678809005964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5757884678809005964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-update.html' title='random update.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SC2iajgtLcI/AAAAAAAABCY/3By-aDHHtHQ/s72-c/Photo-0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-4475619244819602128</id><published>2008-05-15T00:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T00:17:56.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vera moment yesterday. Dexter was supposed to blog it down, but he forgot, so I will! =D Damn funny leh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*TI TI TI TI TI TI* (Power Rangers ringtone comes on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: Oh! I love that ringtone! I've been looking for it everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;Vera: I don't smell anything.&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl: O.O o.O O.o -.-" -.-??? O.O??? *completely perplexed* What are you talking about????&lt;br /&gt;Vera: You said that someone's eating mentos. I don't smell anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHH! zOmg! Vera Tan, you are so cute ler. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-4475619244819602128?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/4475619244819602128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=4475619244819602128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4475619244819602128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/4475619244819602128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/vera-moment-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-8020692226124733658</id><published>2008-05-14T20:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:53:23.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been such a long time since I've actually done a full post. To be honest, I can't really be bothered. All my most recent posts have been emo and meaningless. I'm quite sure you probably wouldn't get it, unless you get my current situation. I'm quite unlikely to tell though. Patheticness should only be known to close friends, not the Tom, Dick and Harrys of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all you need to know is that my life right now is very simple, yet complicated. Very infuriating, yet light hearted. Very sucky, yet bearable. Just a whollleee tranny hot mess of oxymorons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T UNDERSTAND MEN! Can you PLEASE MAKE UP YOUR MINDS!!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, they complain saying that *ok, I think I need to start being cryptic* they wish situations were different, but when you present a nice, pretty solution to their whining, definitely better than the former option, they turn around and start giving all sort of illogical emotional crap. Like seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S WRONG WITH MEN??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it their genetic make up? Is it heredity? Do they loose their minds and a sense of logic once they hit puberty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feck lah. As you can tell, all my problems are very emotional, boy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c9e7f2;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not sure if you check out my blog, but I really do wish you will talk to me soon. I know I said you were a rebound, but you know, I shouldn't be thinking or obsessing about a rebound as much as I'm doing with you. I guess you're right. I don't know what I'm feeling either. Can we start over? I won't be so stupid this time, I promise.&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/20963896-8020692226124733658?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/8020692226124733658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=8020692226124733658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/8020692226124733658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/8020692226124733658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-been-such-long-time-since-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-3954376536524447046</id><published>2008-05-10T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:44:13.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilyn Monroe said...</title><content type='html'>Saw this on Amilyn's blog and I guess it sort of encouraged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control, and at times hard to handle... But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the truth. This is what I should be telling myself. I wonder why am I so insecure and so desperate to chase away the loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop the self-pitying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-3954376536524447046?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/3954376536524447046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=3954376536524447046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/3954376536524447046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/3954376536524447046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/marilyn-monroe-said.html' title='Marilyn Monroe said...'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-5518840317296790084</id><published>2008-05-09T01:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T01:13:02.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>effing annoying.</title><content type='html'>New layout. Like? I was just quite a bit bored just now, so yeah. Quite the quick tranny hot mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really feel like blogging or anything. Just felt like shouting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOME PEOPLE JUST CAN'T TAKE A JOKE AND DON'T KNOW WHEN YOU'RE JOKING! @#$%^&amp;amp;*()_&amp;amp;#@(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying freshies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-5518840317296790084?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/5518840317296790084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=5518840317296790084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5518840317296790084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5518840317296790084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/effing-annoying.html' title='effing annoying.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7552893001421941085</id><published>2008-05-05T02:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T03:00:15.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SB3-HeyAplI/AAAAAAAABCI/1KQVJYfw2uo/s1600-h/leapoffaith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196588949530781266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SB3-HeyAplI/AAAAAAAABCI/1KQVJYfw2uo/s400/leapoffaith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this from &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't think I would see someone with the same secret as I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SB4HpeyApmI/AAAAAAAABCQ/buf-yfEj-9Q/s1600-h/iwantaguy_thumb_normal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SB4HpeyApmI/AAAAAAAABCQ/buf-yfEj-9Q/s400/iwantaguy_thumb_normal.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196599429250983522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Won't you take that leap with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-7552893001421941085?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7552893001421941085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7552893001421941085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7552893001421941085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7552893001421941085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-secret.html' title='My Secret.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SB3-HeyAplI/AAAAAAAABCI/1KQVJYfw2uo/s72-c/leapoffaith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-5506341331732181512</id><published>2008-05-05T00:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T03:08:15.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You...</title><content type='html'>Hello, YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I've been beaten down enough by your shit. I have been betrayed, disappointed and crushed by you. Yet, every time you just pick up my call, I'd forgive you. Every time you say you're sorry, I treat you like a king again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when did I become such a push-over? Such a pathetic loser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ben apologizing for you long enough. I have been defending you and giving excuses for you to use, just to have you backstab me when I turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, YOU? Though you didn't mean to, you crushed me. Well, eff that cuz I AM BACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved Vuina, thank you so much for shouting at me. For letting me see my pathetic state and for waking me up. You're right. I am Cheryl Cheong. Sunshine, if you love me. I'm stronger than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siew Shi, Thanks for 'mentoring' me =D. You're right too. I have better things to waste my time over. Can't wait for dinner tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, YOU, you can go around telling people I left you for another guy, if you want. You could tell them that I am a slut or a whore, I don't care anymore. People who know me know that I would never do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you can tell them the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I just didn't mean that much to you after a while. That you couldn't promise me that things would go back to the way they were. That I am a major pain and you just couldn't handle me. Say any of these things and I will at least be able to commend you for telling the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure we'll ever talk again, but if we do, I would hope you'd have grown some balls by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be stronger from now on. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not going to let you hurt me anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more emo shit and moping about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look out, world! Cheryl is back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-5506341331732181512?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/5506341331732181512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=5506341331732181512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5506341331732181512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5506341331732181512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-you.html' title='To You...'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-1955151901005024320</id><published>2008-05-04T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:50:15.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hiatus</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone. My exams are in 20 days time. This will be my last post till exams are over, that'll be in june :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 18th birthday was beautiful. Thanks guys, you know who you are! Except for the cream in my face :( Presents were exceptional this year.&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/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2oSTrygLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/VJyu9EbEYPU/s1600-h/S6301319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2oSTrygLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/VJyu9EbEYPU/s320/S6301319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196494577530470578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Roses from mama :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2oSjrygMI/AAAAAAAAAxA/rvoXbyKHLCU/s1600-h/S6301322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2oSjrygMI/AAAAAAAAAxA/rvoXbyKHLCU/s320/S6301322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196494581825437890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A new phone! Courtesy of a whole bunch of people: Kang, Des, Ivan Chin, Ervy, Huda, Rid, Hanis, Ariffin, YihRan, Fazleen!, Rafee, Zaenul :D, Syafiq, Jing and last but not least, Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2oSzrygNI/AAAAAAAAAxI/o4zWncZgDLw/s1600-h/S6301323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2oSzrygNI/AAAAAAAAAxI/o4zWncZgDLw/s320/S6301323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196494586120405202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A notebook from Kang, the words in fine print read: 'Study hard you moron'&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/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2oTDrygOI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/_olOk1WzzZA/s1600-h/S6301326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2oTDrygOI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/_olOk1WzzZA/s320/S6301326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196494590415372514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A photo album and  Kelly &amp;amp; Tommy dressed as  Spongebob and Patrick, the starfish. On the box  she wrote , 'You'll be Spongebob and I'll be Patrick &amp;amp; together we'll be retards!' HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2rIzrygTI/AAAAAAAAAx4/mQIoN4m62GA/s1600-h/S6301330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2rIzrygTI/AAAAAAAAAx4/mQIoN4m62GA/s320/S6301330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196497712856596786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A framed picture of us three cousins, from Shirley. Very thoughtful :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2oTDrygPI/AAAAAAAAAxY/EhGCN4O94RA/s1600-h/S6301328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2oTDrygPI/AAAAAAAAAxY/EhGCN4O94RA/s320/S6301328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196494590415372530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These pretties are from Yumni Kim! She even got my size right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2p1jrygQI/AAAAAAAAAxg/6yUmhvsBVLM/s1600-h/S6301329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2p1jrygQI/AAAAAAAAAxg/6yUmhvsBVLM/s320/S6301329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196496282632487170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is from May and Dorren :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; And last but not least:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2sczrygVI/AAAAAAAAAyI/kdKNsJ2oAiI/s1600-h/S6301331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2sczrygVI/AAAAAAAAAyI/kdKNsJ2oAiI/s320/S6301331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196499155965608274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A pink Sony laptop! From Papa, Mama, Vuili, Ming Hui and darling Alvin &lt;3&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vuili- Boy thanks for planning out everything and making my 18th so special. love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kang &amp;amp; Des- You both stupid. Smashed cream into my face. Made me cry :( but you know I'm grateful for all that you guys have done :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved &amp;amp; Sunshine- Thanks for calling all the way from Australia and Singapore and wishing me! I miss you guys loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ervy Sweetheart- Our date was excellent :) and the slideshow was amazing and was so super duper sweet it made BOTH of us tear up. Haha. I know the pictures aren't up yet, but my camera kinda died -.- I'll figure it out. I love you till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason- Emomate! Thanks for being the 4th one to sing me Happy Birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naz- Thanks for your gift :) Even though I can't make out most of what you wrote because of your stupid inky pen but I'm sure it was something sweet ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh- Haha thank you. Hope you enjoyed Iron man on my behalf ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David- I know you don't visit, but thanks for calling me all the way from the UK. It was a nice finishing touch to my day. Sooo..you'd climb those mountains with me yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else who chipped in and wished me, thank you for being a part of it &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall disappear of the radar till exams are over. Beloved, sunshine and sweetheart, you know how to reach me. See you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-1955151901005024320?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/1955151901005024320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=1955151901005024320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1955151901005024320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/1955151901005024320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/hiatus.html' title='hiatus'/><author><name>vuina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674451824103254343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SB2oSTrygLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/VJyu9EbEYPU/s72-c/S6301319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-156115313722928352</id><published>2008-05-04T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T16:58:25.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Zomg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I hate MMR. I feel so lost and muddled and lost. I have read through so many articles and I feel as blur as before I started out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so scared because this is the first 'real' project we've ever done. Like, howit would be done in the real world. Intimidated, that's the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of updates. Beloved is having exams, so is daphy dearest i think. Me? I dunno, nothing much to report atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I correct myself. A lot of stuff to report, but I'm reluctant to tell the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things have been sucking, others has been rewarding and just others... I just don't know where to categorise them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress. The other day I did something very stupid! I bought like, $10 worth of seaweed! You know, the one in small packs. Edible? Well, yeah. I bought like, ALOT and after eating a few packets, I got sick of it and haven't touched it since. Now the seaweed tastes soft :( not crispy anymore. Wasted so much money for nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.. what else can come out from my spastic mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Labour Day was fun! Thank you to the someone who made it such a great time. So much better than the alternative of sitting at home and stonning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been horrible. So many projects and each one intimidates me more than the last. I have got to get my head in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To my dear Dream, I hope life is treating you well.&lt;br /&gt;To you. I wish you would see me in the same light I see you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-156115313722928352?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/156115313722928352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=156115313722928352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/156115313722928352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/156115313722928352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/zomg.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-6150590839102863061</id><published>2008-05-02T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:18:46.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BELOVED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBrLseyAphI/AAAAAAAABBo/SFbyVXLd7os/s1600-h/for+my+tranny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195689085162792466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBrLseyAphI/AAAAAAAABBo/SFbyVXLd7os/s400/for+my+tranny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BELOVED!!! &lt;3&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dear me, your 18 already! A legal woman, punishable by the law! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak on behalf of Beloved(2) and Sweetheart that you've been our rock. You've been our stable foundation, building us up when we're low and celebrating with us when we're on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember Daph saying before that you have such a big heart, and I tend to agree. You have given all three of us your deepest and sincerest love and friendship. We now depend on you so much that I'm not sure what can we do without you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Beloved, I hope this year is going to be your year. I hope that you will receive all good things that are coming to you because for putting up with the three of us, it's the least that God can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 18th Birthday, beloved. Thank you for being there and for being the glue that holds the 4 of us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE YOU, TRANNY!!! =D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBrOLuyApiI/AAAAAAAABBw/idqdo2-_lvE/s1600-h/n510197991_443002_8888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBrOLuyApiI/AAAAAAAABBw/idqdo2-_lvE/s400/n510197991_443002_8888.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195691821056960034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBrOL-yApjI/AAAAAAAABB4/xo0bBNXue54/s1600-h/n510197991_443021_4573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBrOL-yApjI/AAAAAAAABB4/xo0bBNXue54/s400/n510197991_443021_4573.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195691825351927346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBrOMOyApkI/AAAAAAAABCA/wocWaBMTPJw/s1600-h/DSC00463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBrOMOyApkI/AAAAAAAABCA/wocWaBMTPJw/s400/DSC00463.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195691829646894658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-6150590839102863061?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/6150590839102863061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=6150590839102863061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6150590839102863061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6150590839102863061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-beloved.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BELOVED!'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBrLseyAphI/AAAAAAAABBo/SFbyVXLd7os/s72-c/for+my+tranny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7944736880935178299</id><published>2008-05-01T18:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:03:07.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastination is evil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;not good. my last (known) assignment for this semester is due in.. 21hours and i have not written a single word. 2000words on dementias and alzheimer's disease, worth15% of my VCP1011 grade :( but i just cant get myself started on it!! the fact that my hair looks very good today does not help at all! sigh. why oh why, of all days, must my hair turn out so well? teehee. no, i didnt do anything to it, just the normal wash&amp;amp;blow - 8 hours ago, i might add ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate procrastination. sucha bad friend. sem2 onwards, i shall start work EARLY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im so angry with my medchem lecturer. he emailed me saying i missed a VCP1021 prac class. so untrue loh! &lt;- yucks, i sound like a whiny cheenalian brat. but yeah, it's so not true. i was so there, i rmb everyone else in my group told the demonstrator (just as he was finishing up the roll)," oh, daphne's here!". pahh. gona cari him tmr. hmph. meanie. think i small in size can bully me huh, think i small can pretend he didnt see me huh? sheesh, i dont even know who to be mad with, should be the demonstrator horh? &lt;- ewww, yuck yuck yuck. im filled with lohs and horhs and.. whatnots. sigh. *smacks self* proper english, daphne!  okaisz okaisz, no time to fill you all in on my life :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. cher, can i pass you some links to add? i cant add them, for some straaaaaange reason! and tell me story ;) tmr!&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/20963896-7944736880935178299?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7944736880935178299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7944736880935178299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7944736880935178299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7944736880935178299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-good.html' title='procrastination is evil'/><author><name>daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860994530901406384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-2869393600472431987</id><published>2008-04-29T18:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T19:00:30.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vee's 18</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy 18th Birthday to our darling Ervy Rahman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SBb_EDrygII/AAAAAAAAAwg/PAKKcF1hFKM/s1600-h/DSC01535editted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SBb_EDrygII/AAAAAAAAAwg/PAKKcF1hFKM/s320/DSC01535editted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194619665391976578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SBb_EjrygJI/AAAAAAAAAwo/s72J6uJsrLk/s1600-h/DSC01516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SBb_EjrygJI/AAAAAAAAAwo/s72J6uJsrLk/s320/DSC01516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194619673981911186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SBb_EjrygKI/AAAAAAAAAww/NqB7Cenri_4/s1600-h/S6301276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SBb_EjrygKI/AAAAAAAAAww/NqB7Cenri_4/s320/S6301276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194619673981911202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We love you. For always :) You will always be our one and only sweetheart. Hope your 18th birthday was everything you hoped it could be and so much more. Thanks so much for being that special blessing in all of our lives. What would we do without you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-2869393600472431987?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/2869393600472431987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=2869393600472431987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2869393600472431987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/2869393600472431987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/04/vees-18.html' title='Vee&apos;s 18'/><author><name>vuina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674451824103254343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LtEzQPm1MwQ/SBb_EDrygII/AAAAAAAAAwg/PAKKcF1hFKM/s72-c/DSC01535editted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7772187458224867668</id><published>2008-04-26T14:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T14:37:03.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'>euphoric</title><content type='html'>Hellooo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been forever since my last post. How have I been? Well, busy and stressed out. Exams are in about 5-6weeks time and thinking about how soon that is doesn't really with the stress.  On the other hand though, I can't wait to get the exams over with though. Panic attacks haven't developed yet, but I'm sure they're on their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth week didn't feel so much like Earth week, like it did last year. I don't quite know why. Maybe it's the stress that's getting to us. But they've got heaps of guest speakers this year, so it's pretty cool. And SFBF sponsored 5 trees! :D which made Mr.Briffa quite happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've not been to the SAS funfair yet..and I feel bad because I think that I should? Was planning to go later today, but then I remembered the chem mock I'm having next week, Wednesday and that kinda dampened my mood. My brother's having a drinkies stall with his friends, I don't know what it's called but it appears that their doing well. He bought me a Hello Kitty doll from one of the other stalls :) not that I'm a big fan of Hello Kitty but it was a sweet gesture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had four periods of econs with Mr.Bennett yesterday due to a slight change in timetable for the week. It wasn't as bad as it sounds. Mr.Bennett brought us some yummy ANZAC &lt;s&gt;cookies&lt;/s&gt; biscuits. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huda: Mr.Bennett how do you make these cookies?&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Bennett: Dear, they're biscuits. Cookies is an American term. I pinched them from the ANZAC ceremony at the Australian High Commissioner's this morning. The American High Commissioner was there too pinching some ANZAC biscuits, he said to me "Are these the ANZAC cookies?" and I told him quite rightly 'They're called ANZAC biscuits, not cookies. Cookies is an American term".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA Mr.Bennett. Tsktskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brought us banana cake too! Topped with Passion fruit cream; which tasted a bit odd. But he says that the passion fruit were from his own garden and he baked the cake himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Bennett: So how'd you guys find the cake?&lt;br /&gt;Azka: It's euphoric&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Bennett: Gosh I've never had a cake described as euphoric before, great or good yeah, but euphoric? Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA so yeah. Econs class just whizzed by. Hm..prom's coming up soon on the 21st of June and it's a masquerade theme. Anyone know where I can get a mask?  I know a couple of people are making their own, but I'm not that creative -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my mama just said that we're going to the SAS funfair  later, she wants to see how Vuili's doing. Yay :D Okay chemistry will just have to come later, I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-7772187458224867668?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7772187458224867668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7772187458224867668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7772187458224867668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7772187458224867668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/04/euphoric.html' title='euphoric'/><author><name>vuina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674451824103254343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-8821324150322511350</id><published>2008-04-26T13:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T14:13:23.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBLHh-yApgI/AAAAAAAABBg/yuke0xW2mEQ/s1600-h/good+memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193432706913969666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBLHh-yApgI/AAAAAAAABBg/yuke0xW2mEQ/s400/good+memories.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember this. It was a dream from long ago. Hello, dear dream. Those were great times. I'm hoping for more someday. Goodbye, dear dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-8821324150322511350?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/8821324150322511350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=8821324150322511350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/8821324150322511350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/8821324150322511350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-remember-this.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBLHh-yApgI/AAAAAAAABBg/yuke0xW2mEQ/s72-c/good+memories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-9086658719484781372</id><published>2008-04-26T02:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T03:13:44.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBIrVeyApfI/AAAAAAAABBY/alNAlVdo3eE/s1600-h/don%27t+let+me+die.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193260968351671794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBIrVeyApfI/AAAAAAAABBY/alNAlVdo3eE/s400/don%27t+let+me+die.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommended to me by a person who loves me enough to sacrifice for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Calendar Girls&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am lost for a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;try to find me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if I don't come back then I won't look behind me&lt;br /&gt;and all of the things that &lt;em&gt;I thought were so easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;just got harder and harder each day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December is darkest&lt;br /&gt;in June there's the light&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;this empty bedroom&lt;br /&gt;won't make anything right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while out on the landing&lt;br /&gt;a friend I forgot to send home&lt;br /&gt;who &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;waits up for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all through the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calendar girl who's in love with the world&lt;br /&gt;stay alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dreamed I was dying&lt;/strong&gt; as I so often do&lt;br /&gt;and when I awoke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I was sure it was true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I ran to the window&lt;br /&gt;threw my head to the sky&lt;br /&gt;and said whoever is up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;please don't let me die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I can't live forever&lt;br /&gt;I can't always be&lt;br /&gt;one day i'll be sand on a beach by the sea&lt;br /&gt;the pages keep turning&lt;br /&gt;I mark off each day with a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cross&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll laugh about all that we've lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calendar girl&lt;br /&gt;who is lost to the world&lt;br /&gt;stay alive!&lt;br /&gt;calendar girl who is lost to the world&lt;br /&gt;stay alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January, February, March, April, May&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive!&lt;br /&gt;June, July, August, September, October&lt;br /&gt;I'm Alive!&lt;br /&gt;November, December and all through the winter&lt;br /&gt;I'm Alive!&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-9086658719484781372?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/9086658719484781372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=9086658719484781372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/9086658719484781372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/9086658719484781372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/04/recommended-to-me-by-person-who-loves.html' title='Reflection.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBIrVeyApfI/AAAAAAAABBY/alNAlVdo3eE/s72-c/don%27t+let+me+die.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-6236352594613947541</id><published>2008-04-25T16:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T17:51:15.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update.</title><content type='html'>Hey peoplee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been awful tiring. I'm getting tired just thinking about it. Well, to damn with it, it's the WEEKEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics from "An Inspector Calls". Btw, it was a freaking awesome night! Good company, pretty clothes and fantastic acting! Minimal cringes at certain pronounciations, but other than that, it was certainly worth the many many hours we sacrificed to go and coop seats (cuz Wendy told us to, but when we went there, it was completely empty lor!). LoL! After seeing Charlie in a white suit, I think I may be officially smitten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so superficial and shallow. Sadded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGhHuyApdI/AAAAAAAABBI/iyk5hLRZSXU/s1600-h/DSCF1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193108999523837394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGhHuyApdI/AAAAAAAABBI/iyk5hLRZSXU/s400/DSCF1635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wendy looks like A Deal or No deal babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGcrOyApbI/AAAAAAAABA4/fr4RJDlxOj4/s1600-h/DSCF1629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193104111851054514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGcrOyApbI/AAAAAAAABA4/fr4RJDlxOj4/s400/DSCF1629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm losing my ability to camwhore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGcreyApcI/AAAAAAAABBA/_OMd0ct7Sbg/s1600-h/DSCF1633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193104116146021826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGcreyApcI/AAAAAAAABBA/_OMd0ct7Sbg/s400/DSCF1633.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGZBeyApWI/AAAAAAAABAQ/iMeA2PQEGuE/s1600-h/DSCF1635.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Toilet vaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGZDuyApYI/AAAAAAAABAg/cAGhLXyiRWE/s1600-h/DSCF1640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193100134711338370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGZDuyApYI/AAAAAAAABAg/cAGhLXyiRWE/s400/DSCF1640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; CTPP CLASS OF '07! They make my mondays all the more special &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGZEeyApZI/AAAAAAAABAo/PiyF4j3_nco/s1600-h/DSCF1621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193100147596240274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGZEeyApZI/AAAAAAAABAo/PiyF4j3_nco/s400/DSCF1621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aida and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGZEuyApaI/AAAAAAAABAw/Q_jn5vGRp0U/s1600-h/DSCF1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193100151891207586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGZEuyApaI/AAAAAAAABAw/Q_jn5vGRp0U/s400/DSCF1627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I haven't lost the skill after all ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going good for the past couple of days. The rocky landscape that we've been is starting to smooth out. I've been pretty hyper these couple of days, so a lot of high and funny moments with Cheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work's starting to pile up. Commitments are starting to mount. I really want to be able to enjoy this year, instead of always feeling so flustered, like I was last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about the right attitude I guess? Well, I guess I'll just have to suck it up and be sunshinny! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, here's the debate flyer I designed for CCA drive. I made it and I think this is one of my better work! Please be impressed :( I'm emotionally needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SP PPL! JOIN THE DEBATE CLUB! STOP STUTTERING AND MOANING AND LEARN TO SPEAK UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGkQuyApeI/AAAAAAAABBQ/byzRYHba_zk/s1600-h/flyer1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGkQuyApeI/AAAAAAAABBQ/byzRYHba_zk/s400/flyer1+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193112452677543394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tingle that leaves me confused.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-6236352594613947541?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/6236352594613947541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=6236352594613947541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6236352594613947541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/6236352594613947541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-peoplee-just-quick-update.html' title='update.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/SBGhHuyApdI/AAAAAAAABBI/iyk5hLRZSXU/s72-c/DSCF1635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7846700442317221248</id><published>2008-04-20T15:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:03:45.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lusty.</title><content type='html'>What sucks more than being misunderstood, is being misunderstood and POOR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally the week end! I'm so tired! I slept like a log yesterday, and I'm planning on sleeping like one today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to 'An Inspector Calls', an SP Production that managed to get to Raffles Hotel Theater! It's on Tuesday and I'm so excited! A bit puzzled how to make it there clean though... The show starts at 8pm, and we should go there early to get good seats, but unfortunately, most of us finish classes late. I don't want to go to Raffles Hotel covered in sweat and grime :( How ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wendy, my CTPP (Cert in Theater Performance and Production) was recently in a KFC ad! She's so cute there... what's even cuter is the 'teenage boy' though. HE'S SO CUTE! I heard he's from the GEMS drama class. I hope I can get to go for an ad casting next time... I seriously need the money! It's so impossible to live on such a tight budget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm managing, but I'm not exactly thrilled. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HrTNHAzDnfs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HrTNHAzDnfs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HrTNHAzDnfs&lt;br /&gt;(If you're really uber curious and the vid doesn't show, you can click here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Charlie and I think he cute! He's acting in 'An Inspector Calls' too, I think, so more reasons to go there clean! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I just typed my frivolous, teenage gushing for the whole world to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: HI MISS KWA (If you're checking out my blog)! Hope you enjoy my posts! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-7846700442317221248?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7846700442317221248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7846700442317221248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7846700442317221248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7846700442317221248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/04/lusty.html' title='lusty.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-973414579686642081</id><published>2008-04-18T21:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T22:29:47.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sucks to be misunderstood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-973414579686642081?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/973414579686642081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=973414579686642081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/973414579686642081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/973414579686642081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-sucks-to-be-misunderstood.html' title=''/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7686017209639552354</id><published>2008-04-16T00:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T23:49:39.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh to heh :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;do you know how it feels to be disappointed to your very core? to have your ideals thrown back at you? to find that the one you thought was perfect in your eyes, is actually, far from it? to be in love and love, yet face the sadness of never having them 129%. and worse still, to never even have seen it coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know how it feels to love someone so much that when something heartbreaking comes along, it doesn't break your heart and yet you cry tears of salty emotions - anger, frustration, disappointment, sadness? and you come to realize why it doesn't break your heart. not because you don't love them as much as you thought you did, but because you want to deal with it. why? simply because you love them enough that that certain disappointment seems to pale in significance.. or so you hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could go on but though the original point was to blog (a few days ago) all disappointed with a tinge of bitterness and a hint of anger, my focus has changed. now, the point of this post is how it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past few days have been pretty rough emotionally, i suppose. no worries, daphne's a tough one :) and i know just who(m?) to run to! but yes, i'm not letting it get the better of me. it can go haunt someone else. it'll take time, but eventually.. hah. it'll always be there, nothing can change that, i know. however, all that potential emotional baggage is there only because.. yeaps, you got it - i love the one whose action disappointed me. so cliche hey? :) and that one person loves me, of that i'm pretty sure ;) so i shall [eventually] (for lack of a better word) "accept" the fact that what's happened is in the past and forgive wholeheartedly. plus, it doesn't hurt that you treat me like a princess ;) for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to many more months &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - happy birthday sophia koay li shan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-7686017209639552354?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7686017209639552354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7686017209639552354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7686017209639552354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7686017209639552354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/04/bleh-to-heh.html' title='bleh to heh :)'/><author><name>daph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03860994530901406384</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-664462945230671732</id><published>2008-04-09T13:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:33:33.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rant of the Centuary</title><content type='html'>Hey there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging from LCCT, KLIA. Coffee Bean actually. I hate travelling alone :( It's so inconvenient. And my bags are very heavy. And I'm a weakling :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just touched down in KL from Miri at around... 12pm? After getting my baggage and stuff, it was around 12.30pm. Went to Macs to get lunch, and to my great dismay, there was NO WHERE to sit. I had to tapau my fillet-o-fish (my first try! Not bad!) combo meal and eat it outside by the smokers on a bench.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got 'talked to' by some guy and I either donated RM$10 to a charity or to a con scheme. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for the rant of the year, no, the CENTURY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've just finished lunch. My flight departs at 4.40pm, meaning that I have until 2.40pm, which is when I have to check-in. After wondering around LCCT like, 4 times round (WHY IS THERE NO PLACE TO SIT??!?!), I decided it'd be more worth it to go to Coffee Bean and buy a cake, in exchange for Internet usage and a sweet sweet seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone, remember this, and I'm lugging around 3 heavy bags. I lugged them to the counter and ordered a Chicago Cheese Cake, after which I found a seat and parked my butt. Since they didn't give me the cake straight-away, I thought they would deliver it to my table. IDEALISTIC! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, I realised that they probably expected to go to the counter and wait for it, but all my bags and stuff were at my table. If I left, I thought, they would probably be taken away. SO, I asked a passing waiter if he could get the cheese cake for me. He SNUBBED ME and asked me to get it myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN TULAN LAH! I mean, where the heck is your customer service! Young traveller all alone, the least ANYONE can do, especially a WAITER, is to bring the cake over nicely right? IDEALISTIC! THIS IS KL, CHERYL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I HAD TO PACK UP EVERYTHING, LUG IT TO THE COUNTER! Just as I reached the counter, the manager-looking person picked up the cake, looking slightly ticked off that no one had collected the cake. He was about to put it away when I said, "Excuse me, I think that's mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as I said that, A FLY LANDED ON MY CAKE! The manager swatted it away and then put it in front of my face! WHAT THE HECK?!?!?! Right in front of my face leh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked, I just stood there with my eyes wide. A waitress standing next to the manager (who saw everything, by the way) saw me stunned and she came over, pushed the plate closer to me and said, rather rudely, "Erm, excuse me? What are you waiting for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O RROOOAAAAARRRRRRR!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my most wide-eyed, disgusted face and said that I saw a FLY LAND ON MY CAKE and she passed it to a passing waitress saying, "Lalat", as if my request was so unreasonable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aforementioned waitress gave me the plate and said, "Nah", as if I killed her pet dog liddat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still so flabbergasted such HORRIBLE customer service exists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER INCIDENT! HAPPENED JUST YESTERDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Bintang Plaza, Miri, to buy a Hotlink card so I can contact my parents when I'm in KL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background info about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Cheryl. I have NEVER stayed in Malaysia in my life. I have NEVER bought a prepaid card before in my life. I don't know the first thing to get a prepaid card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dialogue of me and hp guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Excuse me, which of these is a prepaid card?&lt;br /&gt;hp guy: HUH?&lt;br /&gt;me: *louder* Prepaid card.&lt;br /&gt;hp guy: I don't know what you are talking about!&lt;br /&gt;me: PREPAID CARD!&lt;br /&gt;hp guy: OHH!! All of these are prepaid cards.&lt;br /&gt;me: Alright. *bearing in mind I had to call my dad's brunei hp*, what's the difference between the IDD rates?&lt;br /&gt;hp guy: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;me: Do the different prepaids have different IDD rates?&lt;br /&gt;hp guy: *turning to punk looking girl with heavy eye-liner* ta yao she mo, IDD ah (she wants dunno what IDD) &lt;br /&gt;me: *thinking to myself* considering your whole shop is stuck with posters saying that Hotlink has the best IDD rates, I would think you would KNOW what's IDD -.-'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punk Girl opens a file and shows me the rates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Ok, I'll take a Hotlink. You need to activate it or something right?&lt;br /&gt;hp guy: Yeah. Wait ah. *tinkles with his own phone to activate mine for around 10 mins* Aiyah. Your post code cannot.&lt;br /&gt;me: ok, so how?&lt;br /&gt;hp guy: Never mind. Wait for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seasons changed while I waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hp guy: Done. Would you like to use the card now?&lt;br /&gt;me: Sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*takes out cover and battery and hands it to him to put it in. He slots sim card into my charger slot. This does not work. Hands it back to me. I help him put in the sim card. He tickles with my phone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hp guy: CHEE BYE! Cannot! *he swears loudly*&lt;br /&gt;me: Gosh! How can you swear at your customer??!?!&lt;br /&gt;hp guy: The problem is the post code. It's not Malaysian.&lt;br /&gt;me: Yeah, because I live in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;hp guy: I KNOW! *rather loudly*&lt;br /&gt;me: *thinking to myself* Why you raise your voice at me? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinkles with phone a bit more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hp guy: Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole procedure took half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long! And he SWORE at me! Why Malaysian shop keepers so easily offended leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I;m going to go. The same waitress that gave me that tried to give me that poisoned cake is glaring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must have killed her pet dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-664462945230671732?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/664462945230671732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=664462945230671732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/664462945230671732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/664462945230671732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/04/rant-of-centuary.html' title='Rant of the Centuary'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7513596879723439724</id><published>2008-04-07T14:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:18:46.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first and last poem.</title><content type='html'>Every photo, every scar,&lt;br /&gt;Deleted every memory thus far,&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of your skin,&lt;br /&gt;The shape of your face,&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your being,&lt;br /&gt;Erase! Erase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more can your actions hurt,&lt;br /&gt;No more can your words desert,&lt;br /&gt;Because I take this as the truth,&lt;br /&gt;You don't exist if I can't see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of sight, out of mind,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to forget, but it'll take time,&lt;br /&gt;But when the tears are all cried through,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a while and remember you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, I'll always love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, I hope to see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-7513596879723439724?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/7513596879723439724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=7513596879723439724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7513596879723439724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/7513596879723439724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-first-and-last-poem.html' title='My first and last poem.'/><author><name>cheryl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15430318137619621745</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-5606094429656966659</id><published>2008-04-06T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T01:27:18.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Sunshine</title><content type='html'>I know I've not been blogging in a while, and I am sorry. School's just started and it's only been the first week but I already feel like I'm drowning. It's scary to think that it's just another 6-7weeks of school left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for Sunshine:&lt;br /&gt;My holidays have been good, spent a lot of time bonding, catching up and having hilarious phone conversations with the Sunshine :D You're leaving too soon :( Well....I know it's already been 2months? But those 2months just flew by! AND I'LL MISS YOU LIKE A CHILD MISSES IT BLANKET (8) HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sunshine and I have come up with this new way of life. It is called the way of the ostrich; where we do not question things we do not know, when the going gets tough we stick our heads in a hole and block out the things that bother us while waiting for them to pass :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've discovered that Sunshine is afraid of the sun. Ironic, much? :p She loves 'What the Buck' and we both love Achmed :) Sunshine is amazing; the ONLY person to play me 'Mary had a little lamb' using the dial-tones on the phone's number pad :D HAHAHAHA oh and she played me 'Do-Re-Mi' too!&lt;br /&gt;5555555555 ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes fun of my Speedbit accelerator thing but I know she secretly loves it ;) And although she won't admit it, she enjoyed our walk in the sun absorbing all that nutritious vitamin D (hehe, Beloved, your turn next! :D) She comes up with phrases like 'dumb and dumber bummer sorta person'  and says contagious things like 'TRANNY! HOT MESS! FIERCE!' HAHA and she randomly bursts out in song. I HOPE YOU KNOW, I HOPE YOU KNOWWWW (8) HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha as you can tell Sunshine, I just got off the phone with you. And I miss you already. Don't worry about the future, I'll always be here for you :) Through the laughs and tears. I hope you come back in June :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s: Don't forget to check before you leave the house okay, love? ;) HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20963896-5606094429656966659?l=simplyvivacious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/feeds/5606094429656966659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20963896&amp;postID=5606094429656966659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5606094429656966659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20963896/posts/default/5606094429656966659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplyvivacious.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-sunshine.html' title='For Sunshine'/><author><name>vuina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674451824103254343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20963896.post-7046209920108692817</id><published>2008-04-03T21:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:09:52.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a year.</title><content type='html'>I went out with Becky and Sabby yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me that it's been about a year since I last saw either of them... Has time really flown by so fast? It feels weird thinking about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of fun! To be honest, I was a little worried that it might be awkward because of the year gap? But it wasn't at all! I had a lot of fun catching up and swapping stories and admiring Becky's huge boobies ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Escapade at around 1 pm and then went shopping at the Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of time, time flew by really fast yesterday as well. I went back at around 4.30pm, so how did the 3 hours fly by so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I die, I'd better post up some picture! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/R_TbDOSRJGI/AAAAAAAABAI/_PD-BOW0BAw/s1600-h/Photo-0023_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185009919431091298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/R_TbDOSRJGI/AAAAAAAABAI/_PD-BOW0BAw/s400/Photo-0023_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I like this pic :) Bex and Sabs look good :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/R_TbC-SRJFI/AAAAAAAABAA/cTeF4erdZkw/s1600-h/Photo-0022_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185009915136123986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/R_TbC-SRJFI/AAAAAAAABAA/cTeF4erdZkw/s400/Photo-0022_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Opps... Kinda chopped Sabby off...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/R_TZweSRJAI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/42J823HwLbU/s1600-h/Photo-0017_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185008497796916226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/R_TZweSRJAI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/42J823HwLbU/s400/Photo-0017_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Becky looking through some clothes. I know, duh, right?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/R_TZwuSRJBI/AAAAAAAAA_g/79PNucOMc_Y/s1600-h/Photo-0012_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185008502091883538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/R_TZwuSRJBI/AAAAAAAAA_g/79PNucOMc_Y/s400/Photo-0012_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;LoL! Ze lian pic. *Cheryl presses button* Mum: CHERYL!! Me: *turns head* yeahh? *photo taking sound* ^^&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/R_TZw-SRJCI/AAAAAAAAA_o/3NkH-wfTn14/s1600-h/Photo-0018_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185008506386850850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/R_TZw-SRJCI/AAAAAAAAA_o/3NkH-wfTn14/s400/Photo-0018_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I moved. It seems I move a lot when taking pics.. My fringe is splitting down the center.. -.-'&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/R_TZw-SRJDI/AAAAAAAAA_w/hknLy7tFKro/s1600-h/Photo-0019_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185008506386850866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/R_TZw-SRJDI/AAAAAAAAA_w/hknLy7tFKro/s400/Photo-0019_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I like this pic, cuz I look good. Nyehhaha.. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/R_TZw-SRJEI/AAAAAAAAA_4/AhmAAeftG7Y/s1600-h/Photo-0020_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185008506386850882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b1kiE02ywi0/R_TZw-SRJEI/AAAAAAAAA_4/AhmAAeftG7Y/s400/Photo-0020_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; In Body Shop. Has it really been so long since our days back in SAS? &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trip in Brunei is drawing to a close. I'll be heading to Miri on the 8th of April and catching an 8am flight on the 9th. (So early..) I know I keep saying this, but where did all the time go?? I can't believe I spent 2 months in Brunei! It flew by so fast... I had a lot of fun this trip back. &lt;strike&gt;I got to see friends I hadn't seen in a long time, I got to see Jason.&lt;/strike&gt; (Should put the seeing Jason part first) Ah, heck care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed my tripe back to Brunei because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I got to spend lots of time with my family which I missed so so so much while I was in sg, though I'm a little embarassed to admit cuz I sound like such a little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I got to see old friends again and my fears of things being awkward were unfounded!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I got to see Vuina Beloved and Ervy Sweetheart. Had lots of good times bonding and talking and playing Mario Kart and Photohunt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I got to see Jason in the flesh and not on a webcam screen. I am thus satisfied. 1 year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I got addicted to Photohunt and I will have my name on that bloody machine tomorrow, even if I have to steal the machine and cart it back to sg to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I got to eat lots of good, delicious cheap food! YOU BRUNEIANS SHOULD BE SO THANKFUL! Food in sg is good, but so expensive! Thankfully, I've eaten enough Japanese food to last me until my next trip down. (5 small, thin pieces of salmon cost like, S$7? Insane!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I learnt how to wear make-up! Not many of you know this, but before this trip, I didn't know squat about wearing make-up. No talent I guess? Everytime I apply, I'd look like a chinese wayang actress. I WOULD PUT SO MUCH BLUSHER ON MY CHEEK THAT IT WOULD BE A RED, ROUND PATCH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, thanks to tutorials on Youtube and mama's shocked expressions, I learnt to wear make-up! One of life's goals completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I learnt it from &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/ricebunny"&gt;Michelle Phan&lt;/a&gt;. She is a God-sent! I am her newest fan and may have a small crush on her. She's so talented! And pretty! And she SHARES her beauty secret. Michelle Phan, I am forever in your debt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 is a good number, so I shall stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jase and I are going out tomorrow to celebrate our first year being 'special friends'! Actually, our first anniversary passed by quite a while ago, but we hadn't had a chance to meet up for it. He's so sweet! He's been practising Photohunt online so that we can put our name on the top 10 list tomorrow. ROARR! 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