<?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-1816673664495500680</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:12:22.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SKETCH OF LOVE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>563</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4777065127352761132</id><published>2010-02-20T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T13:33:38.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear readers,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In case you haven't realised, I've already moved on to another blogging platform.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm leaving my archives here, instead of deleting my posts, because basically, I've got nothing to be ashamed about and I'd like to keep some memories. I've already deleted my end of Sec 1 to early Sec 3 posts because they were just majorly disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you guys, may have jumped to conclusions, bad or not, based on what I've been posting and here's to those who have been bitching behind my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't need you to tell me what's right or wrong, or how to lead my life. D'you really think that I care if you're saying stuff behind my back, based on what you see here anyway?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you don't like the way I live my life, or have different views from I do, then you can just leave and not read about my life. Or maybe you're just jealous of my life, dude(s). I don't see the need to answer to you. I'm not living my life for you insignificant people, who derive pleasure from talking behind other people's backs. If you really are unhappy and wanna voice out your unheard comments, you can jolly well do so in my face.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus I don't see why you guys should criticise me, my morals etc. What, so you guys (probably I don't know who you are, too insignificant for me to know/remember) have now assume an authoritative role and decide to dictate what I should do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't make me laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to those, who are supportive, and have always been here for me, thanks a lot guys. Mega loves :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huien.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-4777065127352761132?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4777065127352761132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4777065127352761132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4777065127352761132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4777065127352761132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-readers.html' title='Dear readers,'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-2426625118093322921</id><published>2009-10-26T19:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:53:18.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>情歌被打败，爱已不存在。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I can't make my own decisions&lt;br /&gt;Or make any with precision&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe you should tie me up&lt;br /&gt;So I don't go where you don't want me&lt;br /&gt;You say that I've been changing&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not just simply ageing&lt;br /&gt;Well, how could that be logical?&lt;br /&gt;Just keep on craming ideas down my throat&lt;br /&gt;Woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But the way I, way I see it&lt;br /&gt;Next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back&lt;br /&gt;And break it, break it off&lt;br /&gt;Next time you point a finger I'll point you to the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Gods the game that you're playing&lt;br /&gt;Well, we must get more aquainted&lt;br /&gt;Because it has to be so lonely to be the only one who's holy&lt;br /&gt;It's just my humble opinion but it's one that I believe in&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve a point of view&lt;br /&gt;If the only thing you see is you&lt;br /&gt;Woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to believe me&lt;br /&gt;But the way I, way I see it&lt;br /&gt;Next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back&lt;br /&gt;Or break it, break it off&lt;br /&gt;Next time you point a finger I'll point you to the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last second chance&lt;br /&gt;(I'll point you to the mirror)&lt;br /&gt;I'm half as good as it gets&lt;br /&gt;(I'll point you to the mirror)&lt;br /&gt;I'm on both sides of the fence&lt;br /&gt;(I'll point you to the mirror)&lt;br /&gt;Without a hint of regret I'll hold you to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't believe me&lt;br /&gt;But the way I, way I see it&lt;br /&gt;Next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back&lt;br /&gt;Or break it, break it off&lt;br /&gt;Next time you point a finger I'll point you to the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you won't believe me&lt;br /&gt;But the way I, way I see it&lt;br /&gt;Next time you point a finger I might have to bend it back&lt;br /&gt;Or break it, break it off&lt;br /&gt;Next time you point a finger I'll point you to the mirror&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for putting up this song D: Bear with it for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Bryn at Aston's and then town with iCandy FM :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can't describe all the crazy little things done. Now, I'm scouting for new clothes. Shall settle lots of things soon! (Hopefully!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWXL8-phGI/AAAAAAAAGnQ/xrqQZB7oGoI/s1600-h/8421_159339373756_583013756_2731263_5103554_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWXL8-phGI/AAAAAAAAGnQ/xrqQZB7oGoI/s400/8421_159339373756_583013756_2731263_5103554_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396885960076657762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWXLhJlrFI/AAAAAAAAGnI/Gw-6_98eEaA/s1600-h/8421_159339388756_583013756_2731265_3555494_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWXLhJlrFI/AAAAAAAAGnI/Gw-6_98eEaA/s400/8421_159339388756_583013756_2731265_3555494_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396885952606350418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWXLdTJgYI/AAAAAAAAGnA/OYKgyG_IGGk/s1600-h/8421_159339393756_583013756_2731266_3782786_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWXLdTJgYI/AAAAAAAAGnA/OYKgyG_IGGk/s400/8421_159339393756_583013756_2731266_3782786_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396885951572705666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWXLf9CxpI/AAAAAAAAGm4/YRlBfLA2E9k/s1600-h/P1030993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWXLf9CxpI/AAAAAAAAGm4/YRlBfLA2E9k/s400/P1030993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396885952285296274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWXK_EjxVI/AAAAAAAAGmw/5PFbZW6dZ2U/s1600-h/P1040004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWXK_EjxVI/AAAAAAAAGmw/5PFbZW6dZ2U/s400/P1040004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396885943458448722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWaVi6UR-I/AAAAAAAAGno/bKP7fBQZ7-A/s1600-h/P1040006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWaVi6UR-I/AAAAAAAAGno/bKP7fBQZ7-A/s400/P1040006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396889423412742114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From iCandy, pink pillows :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWaVD7Z7lI/AAAAAAAAGng/iQQYwtjMs8I/s1600-h/P1040007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWaVD7Z7lI/AAAAAAAAGng/iQQYwtjMs8I/s400/P1040007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396889415095807570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWaUvkLz7I/AAAAAAAAGnY/obCRkb1Lvss/s1600-h/iCandy_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWaUvkLz7I/AAAAAAAAGnY/obCRkb1Lvss/s400/iCandy_love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396889409629704114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwwww :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Results today came out much better than expected. Lower your expectations and you'll gain more, I guess? I feel quite heartened. Pray that tomorrow will just be as good. Got lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days to Hainan World Conference!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-2426625118093322921?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2426625118093322921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=2426625118093322921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2426625118093322921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2426625118093322921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post_26.html' title='情歌被打败，爱已不存在。'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuWXL8-phGI/AAAAAAAAGnQ/xrqQZB7oGoI/s72-c/8421_159339373756_583013756_2731263_5103554_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-8067083169550765108</id><published>2009-10-24T11:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:28:02.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I lost hope, you were there to remind me, this is the start.</title><content type='html'>Truckloads of thanks to the Year 4 DHPea committee, for planning this event. Isn't easy, with problems coming up along the way. Even for me, dealing with the banner, was bad enough. Since it started out being the Year 4 Level Camp booklet design, I had to make several changes along the way in a really short amount of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuKIEvy-e7I/AAAAAAAAGmo/7gWzZ5sHbuI/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuKIEvy-e7I/AAAAAAAAGmo/7gWzZ5sHbuI/s400/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396024918674406322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original design for Year 4 Level Camp booklet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuKIEfZym2I/AAAAAAAAGmg/Wnb5FFZwBjQ/s1600-h/DHSPEA2009_Banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuKIEfZym2I/AAAAAAAAGmg/Wnb5FFZwBjQ/s400/DHSPEA2009_Banner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396024914273803106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited design rushed in 1 night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuKID4JVu3I/AAAAAAAAGmY/H4a4s2O09p4/s1600-h/dhs_banner_resized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 67px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuKID4JVu3I/AAAAAAAAGmY/H4a4s2O09p4/s400/dhs_banner_resized.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396024903735819122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final design with the help of &lt;b&gt;Hito&lt;/b&gt;, who helped me like blow up the image, darken the pencil markings, fill in certain parts and made them into one long 1 x 6m banner. FYI, it was like the original length on her MBP, which lagged her com like mad, so I felt darn guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the 2 days thoroughly. Even though 4F was lagging behind on the first day, we really improved a lot on the second and came in third overall! It was really amazing, how we bonded so well, fought hard together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F1 gave us a really good advantage, and Terence just kept telling F2,"Hey guys! Let's keep it up! We can do it! Don't let down the previous group's efforts! Try to closen up the gap!" Being the 2nd last group to finish photog, we ended up catching up really quickly. Though we were 20 out of 24 placing, I'm sure we did try our best. We ran and walk, cheered each other on, supported each other, I think that's what meant the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we had the telematch, we were more into enjoying ourselves thoroughly and I'm glad to say we kept our spirits high up. We were happy with every little thing we won. Say, even though we didn't manage to score for the Dog &amp;amp; Bone game, we should celebrate the fact that we managed to pull a ribbon off from another team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cry this time round, maybe it's because, I know we're all gonna be somewhere better and that, we're still gonna be this really awesome class. I've never been so bonded to a group/community before, so thanks 4F, for all the wonderful memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mixture of feelings overwhelmed me though. But at least now, I know I've cleared some things in my head. I know that my life has changed more or less but for now, I'll treat you just like any other friend and I know, I want the best for you and you're still the awesome friend I used to have. Yes, I can look at you in the eyes and tell myself, that it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why? I don't know. I'm still searching for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEA over, let's move on to YEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going for YEP, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.&lt;/i&gt; Jiejie, awesome much. Thanks for fighting for me! And yes, I want my banner, though I don't know where I can keep it. HAHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote"&gt;那樣的回憶　那麼足夠&lt;br /&gt;足夠我天天　都品嚐著寂寞&lt;br /&gt;知足的快樂　叫我忍受心痛&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the memories darling but whether we'll be friends still, that's another question. You said,"Friends forever." But then, forever is over. Miss the awesome times we had, just wanna rewind, sit down and talk like we did. I'll treasure son, like I always did :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-8067083169550765108?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8067083169550765108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=8067083169550765108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/8067083169550765108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/8067083169550765108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-lost-hope-you-were-there-to.html' title='When I lost hope, you were there to remind me, this is the start.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuKIEvy-e7I/AAAAAAAAGmo/7gWzZ5sHbuI/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-8491339929525832009</id><published>2009-10-22T21:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:53:54.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But what if I need you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuBhngxFvKI/AAAAAAAAGmQ/aPSRJFlOR_8/s1600-h/imgsrv.gocomics.com.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuBhngxFvKI/AAAAAAAAGmQ/aPSRJFlOR_8/s400/imgsrv.gocomics.com.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395419685028478114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE JASON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Weird feelings? Maybe I'll no longer have them. But why ain't I happy that I'm free from all these torture? 1 year. I've had enough. I should be happy. I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad, I could talk to you as per normal yesterday. Yes, and very normal in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring day. We'll do better tomorrow! I don't wanna break down and cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But what if I need you baby? Would you even try to save me?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you find some lame excuse, to never be true?&lt;br /&gt;What if I said I loved you? Would you be the one to run to?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you watch me walk away without a fight?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-8491339929525832009?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8491339929525832009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=8491339929525832009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/8491339929525832009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/8491339929525832009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-what-if-i-need-you.html' title='But what if I need you?'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SuBhngxFvKI/AAAAAAAAGmQ/aPSRJFlOR_8/s72-c/imgsrv.gocomics.com.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3166010335529640105</id><published>2009-10-21T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T20:43:47.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I try to call again, I get your mailbox, like a letter left unread.</title><content type='html'>Just one more day of 7 periods of HCL, and we'll have fun for a while before DDay comes (Well, at least it is DDay for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a job now, I'll just consider whatever I think I don't mind working and email them my details. It's just quite screwed that I'm on a tight schedule and it doesn't help that I'd be overseas for 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, at the end of the day, it's still Huiying that gives me the answers that I need, like questioning me what I really want and stuff. At this point of time, in this state of mind, I really don't know. But if I were to go by what I feel is right or wrong, the answer is already there. Nobody knows what lies in the future but I don't wanna take the risk in something that I've got no confidence in and end up losing everything next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano lessons got cancelled tonight. I'm playing 'River Flows In You', really addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to many events. I hope they won't get screwed up. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-3166010335529640105?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3166010335529640105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3166010335529640105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3166010335529640105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3166010335529640105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-try-to-call-again-i-get-your-mailbox.html' title='I try to call again, I get your mailbox, like a letter left unread.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-277606752712376334</id><published>2009-10-20T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:49:09.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just take your time, we'll stop the clock together.</title><content type='html'>It's a sad night. The whole town's in depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do we understand the true meaning of 'fidelity'? Do we know when we're doing things way to overboard? Do we enjoy being misunderstood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza Hut and Starbucks with Hito :) Caramel Frappe. I still love Coffee Bean :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System overload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallow the words that I was meant to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-277606752712376334?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/277606752712376334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=277606752712376334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/277606752712376334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/277606752712376334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-take-your-time-well-stop-clock.html' title='Just take your time, we&apos;ll stop the clock together.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7886649847847370611</id><published>2009-10-19T13:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:06:05.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D'you love me? D'you love me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9gZD26G38dc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9gZD26G38dc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abracadabra MV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5EvKAQTqPDE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5EvKAQTqPDE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abracadabra Dance Version&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, darn addicted to this song. Plus Ga-In is &lt;strong&gt;so hot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/StwOq1VdNEI/AAAAAAAAGmI/yjmchNgr82M/s1600-h/iCandy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/StwOq1VdNEI/AAAAAAAAGmI/yjmchNgr82M/s400/iCandy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394202582717379650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webcamming with iCandy till 4.30 in the morning ♥&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that I'm tired, I know I shouldn't be sleeping. There's no time left. God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is coming~ (Heck 7 periods of HCL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7886649847847370611?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7886649847847370611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7886649847847370611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7886649847847370611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7886649847847370611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/10/dyou-love-me-dyou-love-me.html' title='D&apos;you love me? D&apos;you love me?'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/StwOq1VdNEI/AAAAAAAAGmI/yjmchNgr82M/s72-c/iCandy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4552702247235263548</id><published>2009-10-18T12:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:06:03.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only the real world, a life you will never know.</title><content type='html'>Hito Fan Club outing yesterday ^^! JOIN HITOSHI LEE'S &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=155801538348&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;FAN CLUB&lt;/a&gt; TODAY!! ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 3D with Hito, Dansen and D's friend (I forgot her name, Alicia/Felicia? :O) yesterday! First time watching 3D, don't know if it's good or bad but I know I was a little giddy. But nevermind, FOOOOOOD :D Excited much, even though I said that something looks like a ______ darn loudly :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crashed Yamaha twice! Dine with Apple, Valerie and Hito at Just Acia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture credits: Apollonia Hannah Hinds aka &lt;b&gt;Apple&lt;/b&gt; :D&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str4aJ_pAPI/AAAAAAAAGkY/TM83WqITwXc/s1600-h/7127_1107070088003_1564328591_30236649_1508273_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str4aJ_pAPI/AAAAAAAAGkY/TM83WqITwXc/s400/7127_1107070088003_1564328591_30236649_1508273_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393896631972724978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foodmon and Furrymon ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str4Zli787I/AAAAAAAAGkQ/epLjaGMxblo/s1600-h/7127_1107070128004_1564328591_30236650_6684222_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str4Zli787I/AAAAAAAAGkQ/epLjaGMxblo/s400/7127_1107070128004_1564328591_30236650_6684222_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393896622188655538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str4ZF8gCeI/AAAAAAAAGkI/1KsB-u0Emow/s1600-h/7127_1107070168005_1564328591_30236651_8376441_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str4ZF8gCeI/AAAAAAAAGkI/1KsB-u0Emow/s400/7127_1107070168005_1564328591_30236651_8376441_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393896613705943522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie and her new BF :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str4YlfJcvI/AAAAAAAAGkA/FeQO5OFnNAc/s1600-h/7127_1107070208006_1564328591_30236652_4257242_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str4YlfJcvI/AAAAAAAAGkA/FeQO5OFnNAc/s400/7127_1107070208006_1564328591_30236652_4257242_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393896604992893682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cenario by Hito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Icecream:&lt;/b&gt; *sits innocently in the spoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Huien:&lt;/b&gt; OI! YOU NOT HAPPY AH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Icecream:&lt;/b&gt; ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Huien:&lt;/b&gt; IN YOU GO! KTHXBYE! *omnomnom*&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str4YFoHAnI/AAAAAAAAGj4/OBYCqDkETC4/s1600-h/7127_1107070248007_1564328591_30236653_3469012_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str4YFoHAnI/AAAAAAAAGj4/OBYCqDkETC4/s400/7127_1107070248007_1564328591_30236653_3469012_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393896596440547954" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str5ws5px2I/AAAAAAAAGlI/wQnBtDdukkY/s1600-h/7127_1107070368010_1564328591_30236656_322132_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str5ws5px2I/AAAAAAAAGlI/wQnBtDdukkY/s400/7127_1107070368010_1564328591_30236656_322132_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393898118811600738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only me eats spaghetti with chopsticks. Actually no, I kindly gave Apple my fork :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str5wP90zYI/AAAAAAAAGlA/k85jfeQS5nw/s1600-h/7127_1107070408011_1564328591_30236657_5852547_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str5wP90zYI/AAAAAAAAGlA/k85jfeQS5nw/s400/7127_1107070408011_1564328591_30236657_5852547_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393898111044472194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie omnomnom-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str5v8NfOqI/AAAAAAAAGk4/aJgYzyuZyrc/s1600-h/7127_1107070448012_1564328591_30236658_8295299_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str5v8NfOqI/AAAAAAAAGk4/aJgYzyuZyrc/s400/7127_1107070448012_1564328591_30236658_8295299_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393898105741458082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hito and &lt;s&gt;her&lt;/s&gt; his manly hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str5vohftNI/AAAAAAAAGkw/50JUNBsPHLg/s1600-h/7127_1107070488013_1564328591_30236659_7190020_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str5vohftNI/AAAAAAAAGkw/50JUNBsPHLg/s400/7127_1107070488013_1564328591_30236659_7190020_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393898100456666322" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str5vNrGvxI/AAAAAAAAGko/lJDiHjhryDQ/s1600-h/7127_1107070648017_1564328591_30236663_6978618_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str5vNrGvxI/AAAAAAAAGko/lJDiHjhryDQ/s400/7127_1107070648017_1564328591_30236663_6978618_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393898093249216274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie and Apple (Innocent VS Horny/Pervertic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str6dM_KaNI/AAAAAAAAGlw/xagSCY1kUhg/s1600-h/7127_1107070688018_1564328591_30236664_4137423_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str6dM_KaNI/AAAAAAAAGlw/xagSCY1kUhg/s400/7127_1107070688018_1564328591_30236664_4137423_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393898883338889426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str6cuHPY2I/AAAAAAAAGlo/I55fbCRmD0s/s1600-h/7127_1107070728019_1564328591_30236665_6075433_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str6cuHPY2I/AAAAAAAAGlo/I55fbCRmD0s/s400/7127_1107070728019_1564328591_30236665_6075433_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393898875051271010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy :$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str6cfn2q8I/AAAAAAAAGlg/P2rA50Rfam0/s1600-h/7127_1107070928024_1564328591_30236670_218304_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str6cfn2q8I/AAAAAAAAGlg/P2rA50Rfam0/s400/7127_1107070928024_1564328591_30236670_218304_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393898871161531330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str6b_WsnWI/AAAAAAAAGlY/Lf0nbh5XyDU/s1600-h/7127_1107070968025_1564328591_30236671_6921961_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str6b_WsnWI/AAAAAAAAGlY/Lf0nbh5XyDU/s400/7127_1107070968025_1564328591_30236671_6921961_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393898862499634530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE MET HITO!!! -SCREAMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str6bU7zZrI/AAAAAAAAGlQ/Zkr6IDfSq2k/s1600-h/7127_1107071048027_1564328591_30236673_1273925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str6bU7zZrI/AAAAAAAAGlQ/Zkr6IDfSq2k/s400/7127_1107071048027_1564328591_30236673_1273925_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393898851112543922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queuing up for toilet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str64JAfu_I/AAAAAAAAGmA/bg-mLdzxPkc/s1600-h/7127_1107071168030_1564328591_30236676_3769068_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str64JAfu_I/AAAAAAAAGmA/bg-mLdzxPkc/s400/7127_1107071168030_1564328591_30236676_3769068_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393899346127207410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str638q2NFI/AAAAAAAAGl4/UWdz2DCjnOs/s1600-h/7127_1107071128029_1564328591_30236675_4139070_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str638q2NFI/AAAAAAAAGl4/UWdz2DCjnOs/s400/7127_1107071128029_1564328591_30236675_4139070_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393899342815179858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valerie sexy + cute pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thank god we didn't drink at Star&lt;s&gt;f&lt;/s&gt;&lt;b&gt;b&lt;/b&gt;ucks, if not Hito wouldn't be able to nua same time as me. MWAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, meeting today was useless boring and OMFGIDK. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-4552702247235263548?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4552702247235263548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4552702247235263548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4552702247235263548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4552702247235263548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-only-real-world-life-you-will-never.html' title='It&apos;s only the real world, a life you will never know.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Str4aJ_pAPI/AAAAAAAAGkY/TM83WqITwXc/s72-c/7127_1107070088003_1564328591_30236649_1508273_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-2440599474283939510</id><published>2009-10-16T20:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:49:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't make my own decisions, or make any with precision.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SthpcuCAJjI/AAAAAAAAGjo/eO1_p8GZpts/s1600-h/n60334297311_2042115_7419112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SthpcuCAJjI/AAAAAAAAGjo/eO1_p8GZpts/s400/n60334297311_2042115_7419112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393176495889851954" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SthpcLjJ6AI/AAAAAAAAGjg/8z0C2VH5IVI/s1600-h/nx5gs5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SthpcLjJ6AI/AAAAAAAAGjg/8z0C2VH5IVI/s400/nx5gs5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393176486633662466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks JJ! Love you to the max! (I think it was you who help me fought and stuff -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And bowling today, was mostly cleaning of drains D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;___ crumpling your Crumpler o.o"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the Hitoshi Lee fanclub today! Created by dear Apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 3D tomorrow! Everyone says it's not as good but hmm, I really wanna see food in my face eh? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furrymon ♥ &lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-2440599474283939510?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2440599474283939510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=2440599474283939510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2440599474283939510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2440599474283939510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-cant-make-my-own-decisions-or-make.html' title='I can&apos;t make my own decisions, or make any with precision.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SthpcuCAJjI/AAAAAAAAGjo/eO1_p8GZpts/s72-c/n60334297311_2042115_7419112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-1838659214297278090</id><published>2009-10-13T11:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:10:10.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>몇 번을 넘어져도 일어서 갈 테지</title><content type='html'>So strong, yet so fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not like we are able to do things the guys' way. Or kiss and makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let nature takes its course? Time will heal all wounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never meant for all these to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It will all get better in time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-1838659214297278090?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1838659214297278090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=1838659214297278090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1838659214297278090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1838659214297278090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='몇 번을 넘어져도 일어서 갈 테지'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-5954251378309173797</id><published>2009-10-10T18:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:03:49.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the price you pay for your mistakes.</title><content type='html'>Maybe then, I know what it's like to feel maligned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe friendships weren't meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe people were meant to walk right in and out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I had too much hope in people. And then again, I just get hurt all over. Disappointments time and again. Maybe I confided too much in you. But I don't regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you don't know how much you disappointed me when certain things had to happen. I used to really admire the way you were strong about the beliefs you had, when you wanted to do something, you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then everything came crashing down. I felt like my hero, wasn't all that perfect anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just had higher expectations of you because I felt like I was the closest to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody was meant to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was me all along anyway. Just that I didn't get the whole backstabbing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It s'okay. I don't need people to feel sorry for me. I'll just deal with my own pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if anything bad happens, it's just my karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for being so trusting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; you, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;But it's no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;myhotcaffeine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazying around in bed. And I hope @Sketchoflove feels better soon. (: I'll always be here for you alright.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thanks a lot dear :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-5954251378309173797?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5954251378309173797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=5954251378309173797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5954251378309173797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5954251378309173797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/10/thats-price-you-pay-for-your-mistakes.html' title='That&apos;s the price you pay for your mistakes.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4466192741757636562</id><published>2009-10-09T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:15:13.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is something that you need, it's just like water to the trees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'm afraid I cannot lie&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even try and I was blown away&lt;br /&gt;I can't help my attraction,&lt;br /&gt;It's a chemical reaction and&lt;br /&gt;It's here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something that you need,&lt;br /&gt;It's just like water to the trees&lt;br /&gt;Only want it more and more&lt;br /&gt;And in a sick society it's like&lt;br /&gt;A healing melody&lt;br /&gt;But now she's out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello goodbye is all she said,&lt;br /&gt;But she won't seem to leave my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of the, so tired of the rainy days,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of the rainy days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a second it was there,&lt;br /&gt;I sat down in my chair and&lt;br /&gt;Tried to figure out&lt;br /&gt;Something clever I could say&lt;br /&gt;About the weather, how's your day,&lt;br /&gt;What's your book about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing left to lose&lt;br /&gt;Why do I always seem to choose to&lt;br /&gt;Let it pass me by, all by&lt;br /&gt;I just go on with the day,&lt;br /&gt;I've got so much I want to say&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just asking why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello goodbye is all she said,&lt;br /&gt;But she won't seem to leave my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of the,&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the rainy days,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of the rainy days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll see her on another day,&lt;br /&gt;When the moon and stars&lt;br /&gt;Finally have their way,&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime&lt;br /&gt;I'll be wondering why why, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello goodbye is all she said,&lt;br /&gt;But she won't seem to leave my head&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of the,&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the rainy days,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of the rainy days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the rainy days,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of the rainy days,&lt;br /&gt;So tired of the rainy days,&lt;br /&gt;No no no more rainy days&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom has arrived. But it wasn't as sweet as I thought. May have been quite high today but the feeling wasn't as good as expected. Nevertheless, it was still fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos of Sakae have been uploaded on FB. And I can't believe I actually said I wanted to play Farmville. The adding of neighbours part almost killed me and I gave up after adding 6/7 neighbours. Blocked all Farmville notifications! So no more people helping 5 farmers! No more adoption of ugly ducklings and whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna rock while playing &lt;b&gt;JamLegend&lt;/b&gt;. Though I suck really badly for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing now with Hito and friends. Apple, reminds me of Siangyee for some reason! Just damn cute! Sigh, I miss godfamily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy :D (I don't wanna eat sashimi anymore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's Ahma's first time on Sky Train! Don't laugh ah!&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Ss9foTMIkMI/AAAAAAAAGjY/ij1Nj6SZbHA/s1600-h/P1030921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Ss9foTMIkMI/AAAAAAAAGjY/ij1Nj6SZbHA/s400/P1030921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390632424936345794" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Ss9fniRALjI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/fgCJrS2MXaw/s1600-h/P1030919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Ss9fniRALjI/AAAAAAAAGjQ/fgCJrS2MXaw/s400/P1030919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390632411803430450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deborah cheater-buggy!&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/1816673664495500680-4466192741757636562?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4466192741757636562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4466192741757636562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4466192741757636562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4466192741757636562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-something-that-you-need-its.html' title='Love is something that you need, it&apos;s just like water to the trees.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Ss9foTMIkMI/AAAAAAAAGjY/ij1Nj6SZbHA/s72-c/P1030921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7045727655962737574</id><published>2009-10-02T15:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:14:38.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next time you point a finger, I'll point you to the mirror.</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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SsW0U4dh2ZI/AAAAAAAAGjI/RX-DvzF542w/s1600-h/23092009%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SsW0U4dh2ZI/AAAAAAAAGjI/RX-DvzF542w/s400/23092009%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387910800065288594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is bloody act cute, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but this just means a lot to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; year. It's probably my longest record. I don't know how I've actually had the energy to continue doing this. Maybe I've grown stronger, maybe I've not. I still feel sad whenever I see it. I think of you all the time and you probably don't know it. I hoped that that would form a special connection but you won't see it. Finally, I'm able to stop listening to your song, but then again, I'll find other lyrics to describe my feelings and at the end of the day, I'm back to square one. I've taken the wrong steps again and over again. I know I shouldn't be hoping for anything and maybe I don't hope for much anymore. Sometimes I feel that I've been thinking too much and too far, is it even normal to think about Death? And I hope that, whatever I've told to that other someone, it'll be something, that you will never find out, forever&lt;/span&gt;. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't understand why I like homecooked food so much, even though it's not exactly the best tasting food ever. It's like there's this feeling of warmth, and satisfaction, that you're home? Or maybe I was just really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm pretty disappointed with HCL, Geog and Chem. And it doesn't really help that I'm falling sick at the wrong time. First day of exams, sniffing away and really bad sore throat. Second day, sniffing even more and coughing a little. Third day, nose is flowing like an endless tap and coughing like a bitch. It's kinda distracting and I think it probably annoys the whole class as well or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got kind of emotional during Chinese zuowen. Feel like crying everytime I'm sick. Like your head starts to whirl, and then your eyes start to hurt, and you just want to let the tears flow. I was thinking hard about what to write, and then I had many flashbacks of the past, and I just felt really bad. Went home feeling quite upset, and I think I don't deserve all the good treatment I've been getting these few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro going downstairs to help me buy AAA batteries for my calculators and dictionary. Bro buying Panadol Flu MAX for me. Mum and Dad going to KLP to buy this almond drink to help relief my cough. Sad, a horrible pang of guilt just swept over me, and I guess I was pretty quiet the whole night. I didn't even whine because I didn't get to eat the Tiramisu cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's amazing how those salted eggs for lunch could cheer me up today. As much as I don't like myself in the past, I miss the old days, whereby Mum, Bro and I would always feast on salted eggs once every few weeks. Bro and I would always fight tooth and nail for the biggest egg and he would always take the one with the most egg white and I'd take the one with the most egg yolk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how something so small could actually be so satisfying. It's like, a mere salted egg, is good enough to brighten up one's day, and it means a lot. And now, even getting a new phone or whatever, is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really love kids for their innocence, their ability to be easily satisfied and happy, but I dislike them for being very irritating at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will take a trip to the doctor's later. 4 papers down, 3 more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FIGHTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I really shouldn't have reserved the salted egg for the last. I almost died! x_x But yummy nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Just a little more to outing, class chalet, PEA, Hainan World Conference, Hainan Island trip. I really am looking forward to all of these.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.P.S. Brand New Eyes is bloody awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7045727655962737574?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7045727655962737574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7045727655962737574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7045727655962737574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7045727655962737574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/10/next-time-you-point-finger-ill-point.html' title='Next time you point a finger, I&apos;ll point you to the mirror.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SsW0U4dh2ZI/AAAAAAAAGjI/RX-DvzF542w/s72-c/23092009%28009%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7788007069166837555</id><published>2009-09-28T13:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T15:10:07.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know I'm your midnight romeo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Meet me at my door&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;You'll be screaming for more more more of me&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's a big night so let's make history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips touch your lips&lt;br /&gt;My hands is on your hips&lt;br /&gt;What’s it gonna take for you to give me my goodnight kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating fast but my hands are moving slow&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;Feels so right you just can’t say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night gonna hit the town&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take you out&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you go&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Romeo&lt;br /&gt;Show me yours and I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you sweat&lt;br /&gt;Gonna feel it head to toe&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm your midnight Romeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your Dr. Jekyll your Mr. Hyde&lt;br /&gt;The best of both worlds when you get inside my place place place with me&lt;br /&gt;You be the lock, I'll be the key&lt;br /&gt;Tonight’s about to win&lt;br /&gt;Tell me baby are we more than friends&lt;br /&gt;Tonight your dinner’s free&lt;br /&gt;What’s in it for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating fast but my hands are moving slow&lt;br /&gt;Oh whoa&lt;br /&gt;Feels so right you just can’t say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night gonna hit the town&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take you out&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you go&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Romeo&lt;br /&gt;Show me yours and I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you sweat&lt;br /&gt;Gonna feel it head to toe&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm your midnight Romeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time&lt;br /&gt;I’ll turn the lights down low&lt;br /&gt;Show me yours and I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you sweat&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be your Romeo&lt;br /&gt;In my head it's time to lose control&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa&lt;br /&gt;I’m your midnight Romeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night gonna hit the town&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take you out&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you go&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night gonna hit the town&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take you out&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you whoa&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Romeo&lt;br /&gt;Show me yours and I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you sweat&lt;br /&gt;Gonna feel it head to toe&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm your midnight Romeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late night gonna hit the town&lt;br /&gt;Gonna take you out&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you go&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Romeo&lt;br /&gt;Show me yours and I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make you sweat&lt;br /&gt;Gonna feel it head to toe&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm your midnight Romeo&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Push Play's &lt;a href="http://www.pushplaysite.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Official Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SsBOq_5Uk6I/AAAAAAAAGjA/aeDC0E-QGV4/s1600-h/pushplay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SsBOq_5Uk6I/AAAAAAAAGjA/aeDC0E-QGV4/s400/pushplay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386391654948443042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ Baran (Lead Singer) is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to say I don't really like Joe Cheng's mini album, only the first song seems nice to me (currently). And I seriously think they tweaked his voice. Because his voice lacks power!! Watch his videos on the TKA song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be studying and not camping at the computer, watching SNSD videos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7788007069166837555?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7788007069166837555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7788007069166837555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7788007069166837555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7788007069166837555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-im-your-midnight-romeo.html' title='You know I&apos;m your midnight romeo.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SsBOq_5Uk6I/AAAAAAAAGjA/aeDC0E-QGV4/s72-c/pushplay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-5426122733857494566</id><published>2009-09-22T18:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:44:02.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I start to go insane, everytime that you look at me.</title><content type='html'>Mad happiness, and mungry (Mad hungry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 days till the end of EOYs!! I know it hasn't started, but hello, 18 days. Hahaha, ain't it exciting? I'm looking forward to many many events (Ok maybe not that many but at least my life is interesting for once! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Srin2vHO7wI/AAAAAAAAGi4/c6WFVLj8t_8/s1600-h/20092009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Srin2vHO7wI/AAAAAAAAGi4/c6WFVLj8t_8/s400/20092009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384237913323007746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And am going to Taiwan next year. Looking forward to all the awesome food (And gorge myself to death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna miss last day of school, 30 October is the last day right? :/ Sigh ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't study today but at least, I spent time on homework at library with JJ, Sinyee and Richard :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soap looks like, I don't know what. It smells nice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What lies behind every smile?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're so hypnotizing, you've got me laughing while I sing, you've got me smiling in my sleep. And I can see this unraveling, your love is where I'm falling but please don't catch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run far away so I can breathe, even though you're far from suffocating me. I can't set my hopes too high, 'cause &lt;b&gt;every hello ends with a goodbye&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-5426122733857494566?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5426122733857494566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=5426122733857494566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5426122733857494566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5426122733857494566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/09/but-i-start-to-go-insane-everytime-that.html' title='But I start to go insane, everytime that you look at me.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Srin2vHO7wI/AAAAAAAAGi4/c6WFVLj8t_8/s72-c/20092009%28002%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-230430145175523315</id><published>2009-09-19T12:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:21:21.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We were happy like the shades of May when we got carried away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I regarded the world as such a sad sight&lt;br /&gt;Until I viewed it in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Then I reviewed every frame and basic shape&lt;br /&gt;And sealed the exits with caution tape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t refocus your eyes in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;And don’t remember this place unless&lt;br /&gt;I describe all the things that you cannot see&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll unravel the mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell all my friends in textbooks, I’m going home&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause my blood cells cannot depend on the weather in photographs&lt;br /&gt;There’s a light show out my window, somewhere way up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vienna, are you singing?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vienna, are you swinging?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vienna, we were happy like the shades of May when we got carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regarded the world as such a sad sight&lt;br /&gt;Until I viewed it in black and white&lt;br /&gt;Then I reviewed every frame and basic shape&lt;br /&gt;And sealed the exits with caution tape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t refocus your eyes in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;And don’t remember this place unless&lt;br /&gt;I describe all the things that you cannot see&lt;br /&gt;And we’ll unravel the mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so far out of place&lt;br /&gt;Watching those stars in outer space&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I am so far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a light show out my window, somewhere way up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vienna, are you singing?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vienna, are you swinging?&lt;br /&gt;Dear Vienna, we were happy like the shades of May when we got carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how you played hero and Mr Nice Guy in my dreams. But at the end of the dream, that's not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just someone I wanted for you to be, subconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I tell everyone we are through&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;But it's just another pretty lie&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I break down&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you come around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did you get here under my skin?&lt;br /&gt;I swore that I'd never let you back in&lt;br /&gt;Should've known better than trying to let you go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause here we go go go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard as I try I know I can't quit&lt;br /&gt;Something about you is so addictive&lt;br /&gt;We're falling together, you'd think that by now I'd know&lt;br /&gt;'Cause here we go go go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what you want&lt;br /&gt;You never say what you mean&lt;br /&gt;But I start to go insane&lt;br /&gt;Everytime that you look at me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I don't understand why a huge part of me is excited about the Hainan World Congress (Read today's Home cover) and then, a whole lot of us will be going to Hainan Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go Taiwan. Pretty please? :(&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SrRaf48rhPI/AAAAAAAAGig/eFirUnC11F0/s1600-h/9132_139630828024_741723024_2421411_4095453_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SrRaf48rhPI/AAAAAAAAGig/eFirUnC11F0/s400/9132_139630828024_741723024_2421411_4095453_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383026958523925746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SrRafu6B-DI/AAAAAAAAGiY/BfR6woPdHOk/s1600-h/5640_137564863024_741723024_2397661_8266931_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SrRafu6B-DI/AAAAAAAAGiY/BfR6woPdHOk/s400/5640_137564863024_741723024_2397661_8266931_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383026955828459570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SrRafKN6TsI/AAAAAAAAGiQ/Xd81JGuq9yc/s1600-h/9132_139630803024_741723024_2421408_1069133_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SrRafKN6TsI/AAAAAAAAGiQ/Xd81JGuq9yc/s400/9132_139630803024_741723024_2421408_1069133_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383026945979731650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SrRa4Bww78I/AAAAAAAAGiw/UU57MKoTu7Q/s1600-h/0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SrRa4Bww78I/AAAAAAAAGiw/UU57MKoTu7Q/s400/0192.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383027373206728642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SrRa3m7EP1I/AAAAAAAAGio/FhrjtxNonrI/s1600-h/0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SrRa3m7EP1I/AAAAAAAAGio/FhrjtxNonrI/s400/0195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383027366002179922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know that I should say &lt;b&gt;goodbye&lt;/b&gt;. But it's no use, can't be with or without you.&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/1816673664495500680-230430145175523315?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/230430145175523315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=230430145175523315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/230430145175523315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/230430145175523315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-were-happy-like-shades-of-may-when.html' title='We were happy like the shades of May when we got carried away.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SrRaf48rhPI/AAAAAAAAGig/eFirUnC11F0/s72-c/9132_139630828024_741723024_2421411_4095453_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7726702911665024388</id><published>2009-09-18T20:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:33:33.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm taking all your memories off the shelf.</title><content type='html'>And I don't need you or anybody else. Not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Justin, I don't really know what I want. Thanks Brother anyway, for listening to what I've got to say on frivolous issues, not sure if I felt better. Brothers forever! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to get down to studying, it's no good to be behaving like this, just like what Sumei said. Thanks anyway! (Your birthday card is not gonna be like a card but nvm HAHA, I'll make sure it's pretty at least :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tired of everything, maybe I've come to the verge of breaking down. On an emotional streak again. It's dumb, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if it's gonna be 1 year? It doesn't mean anything anyway. I don't even know why you even bother to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And you smiled the whole way through it, I guess maybe that's what's worse.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop talking to me ok? Don't say something, then do the otherwise. Telling me you're sorry, then continue doing stuff that hurts me. Just let me live happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been myself for the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it give you a sense of achievement to see people behaving like this, to go through all these hurt and pain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know why we call this thing, friendship.&lt;br /&gt;It was all built on lies and fallacies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7726702911665024388?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7726702911665024388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7726702911665024388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7726702911665024388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7726702911665024388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-taking-all-your-memories-off-shelf.html' title='I&apos;m taking all your memories off the shelf.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-2669831277993100918</id><published>2009-09-15T22:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T23:21:56.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's make a mess, steal a kiss in the moment.</title><content type='html'>Let the pictures do the talking :)&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-sKNojxGI/AAAAAAAAGho/xF0O7j90pMs/s1600-h/P1030844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-sKNojxGI/AAAAAAAAGho/xF0O7j90pMs/s400/P1030844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381709371189478498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena's birthday card ^-^! (Should I divorce you D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My beloved Sooyoung :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-sJoKebpI/AAAAAAAAGhg/iHWL8Od5i2A/s1600-h/4143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-sJoKebpI/AAAAAAAAGhg/iHWL8Od5i2A/s400/4143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381709361131187858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-sJdne1fI/AAAAAAAAGhY/QjsmM62OBuE/s1600-h/sooyoung7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-sJdne1fI/AAAAAAAAGhY/QjsmM62OBuE/s400/sooyoung7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381709358300059122" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-sIzevP2I/AAAAAAAAGhQ/ro7s_eAwbuw/s1600-h/sooyoung8.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-sIzevP2I/AAAAAAAAGhQ/ro7s_eAwbuw/s400/sooyoung8.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381709346989096802" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-sIXeZ6JI/AAAAAAAAGhI/eNLaNSQGuD4/s1600-h/sooyoung9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-sIXeZ6JI/AAAAAAAAGhI/eNLaNSQGuD4/s400/sooyoung9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381709339471505554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-v1S6mPTI/AAAAAAAAGiI/-NiKJncIuSk/s1600-h/Sooyoung10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-v1S6mPTI/AAAAAAAAGiI/-NiKJncIuSk/s400/Sooyoung10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381713409876573490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-v1EV8ibI/AAAAAAAAGiA/iATG6wLAKWE/s1600-h/sooyoung11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 157px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-v1EV8ibI/AAAAAAAAGiA/iATG6wLAKWE/s400/sooyoung11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381713405964749234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-v005JNpI/AAAAAAAAGh4/-sXp2C58R8s/s1600-h/Sooyoung12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 129px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-v005JNpI/AAAAAAAAGh4/-sXp2C58R8s/s400/Sooyoung12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381713401817413266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-v0PLsp5I/AAAAAAAAGhw/jCrHc5lWzBs/s1600-h/soo-young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-v0PLsp5I/AAAAAAAAGhw/jCrHc5lWzBs/s400/soo-young.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381713391694686098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if she's loud and unglam? But that's what I love about her. Frank, straightforward, retarded, and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do love funny people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-2669831277993100918?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2669831277993100918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=2669831277993100918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2669831277993100918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2669831277993100918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/09/lets-make-mess-steal-kiss-in-moment.html' title='Let&apos;s make a mess, steal a kiss in the moment.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sq-sKNojxGI/AAAAAAAAGho/xF0O7j90pMs/s72-c/P1030844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3043178338650510109</id><published>2009-09-13T15:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:44:40.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>내 품 안에 꼭 안아줄게 my love.</title><content type='html'>Tempted to change my blog song again (But I can't, on Bro's Mac) Sheesh, I've got many interesting ideas for different things, and then I feel like hopping around again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really don't understand why some people can't get the whole 'Generation Gap' thing. I mean like, yea, the adults have seen more, experienced more, they feel that their advice is the best but then again, the world is changing, and &lt;b&gt;change is the only constant&lt;/b&gt; isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long hair isn't just restricted to neighbourhood schools or anything. Even guys in our school, desperately try to hide their precious long fringes from the hawking eyes of teachers. And the length of the hair doesn't determine what one person is like. If your hair is long, and dyed blonde, I don't really see how it actually affects your working abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may say, you'll look bad and your interviewer will probably not want to hire you based on your looks. But then again, future bosses of big companies, are gonna have the same kind of hair so at the end of the day, I don't think it's a big problem (Unless you've got greasy unwashed hair and your shirt is tucked out during the interview then hmmmm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's the same. Like how some people are neat freaks and some people, just have a pile of mess all over their table. Well, my table is like mad untidy but I'm fine with it. As long as I've got enough area to do my work, I don't see that it's much of a problem. On the other hand, if my table is too neat, I'll feel that I'm not utilising my working area (But I'll be sure to clear up that damn mess after exams. I so wanna throw all my books and piles of paper away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people actually feel that text-messaging and instant-messaging attribute to our lousy speech? I don't actually see myself texting like 'c u l8r' or whatever shit not because it just looks plain stupid and whatever!?!?! Like 'See you later' looks so much nicer. Plus I make it a habit to type proper English (Unless it's really long words like 'seriously' then I'll be lazy and use Srsly) but I don't go around typing '4 u' or something. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I laugh at Ris Low (Go read today's Life!), I don't feel that I'm laughing at myself. And I feel she's speaking in such a manner because she's trying so damn hard to fake some accent, and at the end of the day, she just ends up making a fool of herself. True, Singaporeans (Most I say) don't really have a good command of English, but there's still a handful of people out there who actually can speak Standard English without trying to act like a Caucasian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just pisses me off, when people tend to generalise everything. Oh Generation Y is selfish, they only love themselves, and whatsoever, they don't bother to, and don't see the need to self improve. Ahh, whatever shit. I'm sure Generation Z is gonna be so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids from the age of 5 - 14 piss me off to no end. Don't talk about the future generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I really wonder if introducing more kids into this place we live in would be the right thing to do. I think if my kid acts smart and haughty, I'll probably slap his/her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vcIf-2Cu8Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2vcIf-2Cu8Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure my kid won't be a brat. And make sure he/she keeps his/her unicorn status till he/she is married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm so damn hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, E-learning is convenient, but not very effective. Very hard to convey my questions. But thanks nevertheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Makes me feel like holding on even more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-3043178338650510109?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3043178338650510109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3043178338650510109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3043178338650510109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3043178338650510109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-love.html' title='내 품 안에 꼭 안아줄게 my love.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-2958870086368660981</id><published>2009-09-09T14:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T15:21:18.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make it hard for breathing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you know, this could be something"&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everything you do and words you say&lt;br /&gt;You know that it all takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm left with nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you thought that it got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember every look upon your face&lt;br /&gt;The way you roll your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The way you taste&lt;br /&gt;You make it hard for breathing&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when I close my eyes and drift away&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally now believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you thought that it got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what you wore on the first day&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life and I thought, "Hey,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Maybe two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And you thought that it got me coming undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause, baby, two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;There's so much time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;But I'll figure it out&lt;br /&gt;When it's all said and done&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;br /&gt;Two is better than one&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Serena's birthday in advance yesterday! Well I was really dead by the end of the day. I hope you enjoyed yourself wifey! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Wild Wild Wet (To Ruixin's, Deborah's and my surprise, we couldn't believe it when Serena said she wanted to go there) and well, we did a lot of crazy retarded stuff and studied! Serena and her F1 costume, Deborah and her airy costume, Ruixin and her weird mix, and me looking like a lifeguard (Got a razorback tanline. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for the kiddy area and did the kiddy slides, and I swear, never follow their instructions. I laid down the way the picture showed and water got into my nose. Talked about wave frequency while frolicking in Shiok River. Seriously, don't get it. Just because we're in Singapore, and we speak Singlish, doesn't mean we should come up with such names for our rides. Sounds quite kuakua actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At the Ular-lah ride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy:&lt;/b&gt; Y'all from poly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Us:&lt;/b&gt; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy:&lt;/b&gt; Sec 4 ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RX:&lt;/b&gt; Haha yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy:&lt;/b&gt; Wah, O level, no need to study?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; We're not having O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And off we went down.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went for the Waterworks! And I swear I'm crazy. There's the super dark one, whereby you practically can't see a single, and when I saw a little light, the first thought that came to my mind was &lt;b&gt;light refraction&lt;/b&gt; and I started thinking of the periscope -_-!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at the Tsunami, we found a key at the bottom of the 'sea' and I thought of the woman saying,"The keys face chlorine attack." Chemistry. And we concluded that the waves are constructive as the swash is stronger than the backwash. Talked about transverse waves, sinusoidal. We're totally senseless -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Kbox and before singing Mr Q, we were like,"Qiu Lao Shi hao!" and started zi-highing. Sang Cao Cao, so we also touched a little on ACC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a productive day, eh ^_^?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures with Serena (Tried to take picture of us bathing/changing but failed terribly. Mwahaha) Priceless unglam shots of Deborah! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-2958870086368660981?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2958870086368660981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=2958870086368660981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2958870086368660981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2958870086368660981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-make-it-hard-for-breathing.html' title='You make it hard for breathing.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-8624012771203596129</id><published>2009-09-06T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T20:18:43.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know how to love you more, my friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1LQmx8N9BM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G1LQmx8N9BM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDS Night Year 4 Dance: Wired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look so horrendous, I never wanna see myself dance again (I don't see the fire in my eyes!!!! Where, Huiying, where!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been buying records. Like dumbshit. I just wasted half of my savings. Ok no, these are good investments, on my way to building a built in CD shelf on the wall. Zomg. Mad happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excited to be Miss Independent. Must work really hard. And I've told Wenny, I've got more reasons to stay than to leave actually. And y'know what, I thought, if I stay, I'm so gonna show you how I can totally live without you, totally survive without your attention, and show you how much I don't need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've thought about it. I don't regret knowing you, I enjoyed the times we shared. I don't hate you, I just hate myself for being so weak. And I've said,"&lt;b&gt;If there's a dark side to you, I haven't seen it.&lt;/b&gt;" Actually, I'm pretty sure I knew it all along, it's just that I deceived myself. But I still believe that &lt;b&gt;I must have done something good to meet you&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everytime that we meet, I skip a heartbeat, I skip a heartbeat for you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, love Hey Monday and SFG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's not about you, it's me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Wenny crazy over SNSD like two big retards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-8624012771203596129?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8624012771203596129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=8624012771203596129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/8624012771203596129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/8624012771203596129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-know-how-to-love-you-more-my.html' title='I don&apos;t know how to love you more, my friend.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-2779398487405508441</id><published>2009-09-05T13:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T14:01:51.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if I said I love you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't speak,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;This is here happening,&lt;br /&gt;Our situation isn't right&lt;br /&gt;Get real who you're playing with,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought he'd be like this&lt;br /&gt;You were supposed to be there by my side&lt;br /&gt;When you say that you want me,&lt;br /&gt;I just don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;You're always ready to give up and never turn around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;Would you even try to save me&lt;br /&gt;Or would you find some lame excuse to never be true&lt;br /&gt;What if I said I love you&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the one to run to&lt;br /&gt;Or would you watch me walk away without a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sick of worrying,&lt;br /&gt;That ya gonna quit over anything&lt;br /&gt;I could trip and you would let go like that&lt;br /&gt;And everything that we ever were&lt;br /&gt;Seems to fade but not the hurt&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't know the good things from the bad&lt;br /&gt;When I say that I want you&lt;br /&gt;You know that I mean it&lt;br /&gt;And in my hour of weakness&lt;br /&gt;There's still time to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;Would you even try to save me&lt;br /&gt;Or would you find some lame excuse to never be true&lt;br /&gt;What if I said I love you&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the one to run to&lt;br /&gt;Or would you watch me walk away&lt;br /&gt;Without a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I speak you try and stop me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause every little thing I say is wrong&lt;br /&gt;You say your noticing but you never see&lt;br /&gt;this is who I really am that you can't leave&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna know right now&lt;br /&gt;If it's me you'll leave without&lt;br /&gt;Or would you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I need you baby&lt;br /&gt;Would you even try to save me&lt;br /&gt;Or would you find some lame excuse to never be true&lt;br /&gt;What if I said I love you&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the one to run to&lt;br /&gt;Or would you watch me walk away without a...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby what if I need you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;What if I need you, what if I you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, ooh, if I need you&lt;br /&gt;What if I need you&lt;br /&gt;Need you, you, you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going for YEP. I want to get out of DHS. Get my butt out of this place forever. I will study harder so as to get away from this place. As soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have placed any hopes. I shouldn't have dug a deeper hole. I shouldn't have asked you for help again. I shouldn't have told myself that my efforts would pay off someday because it will never. You shouldn't have even been nice to me. You shouldn't agree to help me. You shouldn't have carried out what I asked of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have accepted the cold truth from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm motivated to study harder, it probably isn't for you anymore. It's for my future, to get out of this sickening place, for which I held on so long to because of you. For almost a year, I haven't really been myself. I've became this hugeass romantic and yea, I'm downright foolish. Believing that things would turn out like Xiangqin and Zhishu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, such things will never happen because fairytales never come true. Happily ever after comes with a price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe after this, I will be a happier person. I used to can't imagine leading my life without you but now I'll try to live life without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault that you function this way, it's just that, I function my own way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;But what if I need you baby? Would you even try to save me? Or would you find some lame excuse to never be true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I said, "I love you." Would you be the one to run to? Or would you watch me walk away without a fight?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of being an idiot for so long. Sick of having so much faith in myself to hold on. Sick of having some false hope for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;b&gt;JJ&lt;/b&gt;, for reminding me that I have this song.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks &lt;b&gt;Justin&lt;/b&gt;, for telling me to press on and have faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready to give up?&lt;br /&gt;I probably don't mean a thing to you all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the 'I knew you the most' shit, I really wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I really get out of DHS, sorry &lt;b&gt;Bryan&lt;/b&gt;, Ahma loves you a lot. Ahma should stay for you so you can be well, a least a weeny bit happier. Sorry &lt;b&gt;Sinyee&lt;/b&gt;, you're trying to get into SH, but I don't think I've the capability to hold out any longer. Sorry &lt;b&gt;Wenzhong&lt;/b&gt;, we can't compete in Centerstage together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-2779398487405508441?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2779398487405508441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=2779398487405508441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2779398487405508441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2779398487405508441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-if-i-said-i-love-you.html' title='What if I said I love you?'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3257043703565603819</id><published>2009-09-04T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:20:19.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And there's nothing there for you to prove.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJ9RCPbbdp0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qJ9RCPbbdp0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg super funny. There's a video showing why some of the guys are cross dressing. Love Hee Chul. He's like super funny while dancing 'Tell Me' :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, only a little left of Gee to learn. Can do the crabwalking thing! Mwahahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super happy again! CCA phototaking and I sat at the first row again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrights, I'm very hungry from all the dancing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-3257043703565603819?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3257043703565603819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3257043703565603819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3257043703565603819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3257043703565603819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-theres-nothing-there-for-you-to.html' title='And there&apos;s nothing there for you to prove.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-8670423192141486209</id><published>2009-09-02T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:45:44.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep you with me in my heart.</title><content type='html'>I know I shouldn't be feeling this happy. I know I shouldn't be allowing myself to sink deeper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But y'know what, I'm gonna heck care. Maybe I'll feel the pain much worse at the end of the day but I wanna live through this shortlived happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably don't know how much all these little things mean to me but they just brighten up my whole day, even though it means my disappointments will be greater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like twirling around and dancing around. I want Sept hols to come right now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doppelganger has the same height as me :O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel your whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I'm in love with my bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and class phototaking was fun! Was very excited to be sitting in the first row for once, and beside Mr Yap too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double happiness. Y'know how not fun it is to be standing either at the second or last row every year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the pictures turn out well :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-8670423192141486209?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8670423192141486209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=8670423192141486209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/8670423192141486209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/8670423192141486209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-keep-you-with-me-in-my-heart.html' title='I keep you with me in my heart.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-6980898564765004594</id><published>2009-09-01T14:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:06:09.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I offer myself and I'll just give until there's nothing else.</title><content type='html'>Deleted my blog posts from the old blog. These memories have to go away anyway. Fairytales were never meant to last. The old days, fun but they're long over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how we used to be so close and now we're just miles apart. Maybe it wasn't even that strong in the first place, that's why this friendship buckled so easily under all the lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being emotional 2 years ago is entirely different from what it is now. It wasn't even emotional then, but now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's another side of me, I'm acting out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, it's always the same few people that I can confide in, how I feel about certain things. Sometimes, I don't know if you (Supposedly brother) even understand, you tell me you've never seen anyone like me before but then again, I don't even know whatever I'm feeling is what I truly feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while, I've always thought I was getting better, just doesn't seem so does it? Everything came crashing down again. I can't read your thoughts, I don't know why you're messing with my head, maybe I haven't had enough of this. Maybe I'm addicted to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could &lt;i&gt;press the button that says,"I don't need you".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it time to delete you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For why I held so long, all these while, I've lived through your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm trying not to think about you, can't you just let me be?&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wake up in the morning without you on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Cause how much, is too much, to give you?&lt;br /&gt;Well I may never know so I'll just give until there's nothing else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't even be on the computer. Mars Bar didn't even help make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics time. No time to be emotional. It's September for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished the Harry Potter series in 1 half months. I think it's fast considering the fact I'm a slow reader and I kept dozing off during the last fighting scene before Voldemort dies (How exciting). I think Snape sounds really cute when he was like peeping at Lily from afar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-6980898564765004594?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6980898564765004594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=6980898564765004594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6980898564765004594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6980898564765004594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-i-offer-myself-and-ill-just-give.html' title='So I offer myself and I&apos;ll just give until there&apos;s nothing else.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-6466823245194284174</id><published>2009-08-29T12:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:33:54.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>너무 너무 멋져 눈이 눈이 부셔</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Uh huh, listen boy.&lt;br /&gt;My first love story&lt;br /&gt;My angel and my girls&lt;br /&gt;My sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh let’s go! &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[서현]&lt;br /&gt;너무 너무 멋져 눈이 눈이 부셔&lt;br /&gt;숨을 못쉬겠어 떨리는걸&lt;br /&gt;Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby&lt;br /&gt;Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[티파니]&lt;br /&gt;Oh, 너무 부끄러워 쳐다볼수 없어&lt;br /&gt;사랑에 빠져서 수줍은 Girl&lt;br /&gt;Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby&lt;br /&gt;Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[윤아] (어떡하죠) [수영]어떡하죠&lt;br /&gt;[윤아] (떨리는 나는) [수영] 떨리는 나는요&lt;br /&gt;(두근 x 4) 두근 두근 거려 밤에 잠도 못이루죠&lt;br /&gt;[제시카] 나는 나는 바본가봐요 그대 그대밖에 모르는 바보 그래요 그대 보는 날&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[모두]&lt;br /&gt;너무 반짝반짝 눈이 부셔 no no no no&lt;br /&gt;너무 깜짝깜짝 놀라 나는 Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;너무 자릿자릿 몸이 떨려 Gee Gee Gee Gee Gee&lt;br /&gt;젖은 눈빛 (Oh yeah) 좋은 향기 (Oh yeah yeah yeah)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[유리]&lt;br /&gt;오 너무 너무 예뻐 맘이 너무 예뻐&lt;br /&gt;두 눈에 반해서 꼭 집은걸&lt;br /&gt;Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby&lt;br /&gt;Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[써니]&lt;br /&gt;너무나 뜨거워 만질 수가 없어&lt;br /&gt;사랑이 되버려 후끈한걸 (붙드는걸?)&lt;br /&gt;Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby&lt;br /&gt;Gee gee gee gee baby baby baby&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(어쩌면 좋아) [효연] 어쩌면 좋아요&lt;br /&gt;(수줍은 나는) [효연] 수줍은 나는요&lt;br /&gt;(몰라 x 4) [효연] 몰라 몰라 하며 매일 그대만 그리죠&lt;br /&gt;[태연] 근데 친구들은 말하죠 정말 너는 정말 못말려&lt;br /&gt;바보 하지만 그댈 보는 나&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;너무 반짝반짝 눈이 부셔 no no no no&lt;br /&gt;너무 깜짝깜짝 놀라 나는 Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;너무 자릿자릿 몸이 떨려 Gee Gee Gee Gee Gee&lt;br /&gt;젖은 눈빛 (Oh yeah) 고운 향기 (Oh yeah yeah yeah)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[서현] 말도 못했는 걸 너무 부끄러워 하는 나&lt;br /&gt;[태연] 용기가 없는 걸까 어떡해야 좋은 걸까&lt;br /&gt;[제시카] 두근두근 맘 졸이며 바라보고 있는 나&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[모두]&lt;br /&gt;너무 반짝반짝 눈이 부셔 no no no no&lt;br /&gt;너무 깜짝깜짝 놀라 나는 Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;너무 자릿자릿 몸이 떨려 Gee Gee Gee Gee Gee&lt;br /&gt;젖은 눈빛 (Oh yeah) 고운 향기 (Oh yeah yeah yeah) (눈이 부셔)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[모두]&lt;br /&gt;너무 반짝반짝 눈이 부셔 no no no no&lt;br /&gt;너무 깜짝깜짝 놀라 나는 Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;너무 자릿자릿 몸이 떨려 Gee Gee Gee Gee Gee&lt;br /&gt;젖은 눈빛 (Oh yeah) 고운 향기 (Oh yeah yeah yeah)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7mPqycQ0tQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U7mPqycQ0tQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DH MUN yesterday was pretty good I guess. Unglam moments, of climbing up and down, and plonking hard on the chair. Hahaha, was super late for tuition though (Like one hour -_-!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into Deathly Hallows now~ Justin is full of cock, saying Harry Potter died when I already know that he married and has got kids -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; Eh I've finished HBP already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Uh yeah, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; Dumbledore died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Justin:&lt;/b&gt; AHAH! YOU DIDN'T KNOW RIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I knew. I watched the movie.....&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reaction was super hilarious or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And looking at this SNSD singer, is like super scary. At certain angles, I look at little like her. I don't know who she is, didn't even realised until Bryan told me.&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SpitjVZR_2I/AAAAAAAAGhA/ZXHyhA7otfQ/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SpitjVZR_2I/AAAAAAAAGhA/ZXHyhA7otfQ/s400/Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375236977816895330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one on the left. (Just at that instance, other than that, I totally don't look like her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Spiti9XrPYI/AAAAAAAAGg4/a-a3O1jeqec/s1600-h/Image1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Spiti9XrPYI/AAAAAAAAGg4/a-a3O1jeqec/s400/Image1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375236971367710082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second from the left (I think I've got some candid shot of me doing the same action before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to Gee. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;center&gt;너무 반짝반짝 눈이 부셔 no no no no&lt;br /&gt;너무 깜짝깜짝 놀라 나는 Oh oh oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;너무 자릿자릿 몸이 떨려 Gee Gee Gee Gee Gee&lt;br /&gt;젖은 눈빛 (Oh yeah) 고운 향기 (Oh yeah yeah yeah)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempted Chinese worksheet, realised that my Chinese CMI (And that worksheet is bloody difficult too).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-6466823245194284174?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6466823245194284174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=6466823245194284174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6466823245194284174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6466823245194284174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='너무 너무 멋져 눈이 눈이 부셔'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SpitjVZR_2I/AAAAAAAAGhA/ZXHyhA7otfQ/s72-c/Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4861771981043485094</id><published>2009-08-24T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T20:09:25.344+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause in your eyes, I'd like to stay.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I'm not so oversensitive and think that everything that's mentioned is directed at me. Oh, maybe it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, I don't even know why I even &lt;b&gt;bother&lt;/b&gt; to be nice when things have already gone the way they've become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already said, I don't like the way things have to end. Sad, it has to end this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I should laugh at my stupidity. Laugh at myself for being so &lt;b&gt;trusting&lt;/b&gt;, or should I say gullible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just trust people so easily, isn't it so? And at the end of the day, it's just me, getting hurt all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I knew the truth, I didn't get upset. And well, I just laughed it off. Maybe, all this while, I just knew that all this shit was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I don't exactly go around having real good bitching sessions with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate it when I hear about others talking thrash about my friends. You think it's funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really start to wonder, if my hypothesis was right. Like if people hated me just because I &lt;b&gt;look&lt;/b&gt; one hell like a BTS (Go figure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Surprisingly, I wasn't surprised.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that I'll fall ill tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-4861771981043485094?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4861771981043485094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4861771981043485094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4861771981043485094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4861771981043485094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/08/cause-in-your-eyes-id-like-to-stay.html' title='&apos;Cause in your eyes, I&apos;d like to stay.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3828790019794597966</id><published>2009-08-22T22:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T22:47:37.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No matter what I'll always wait for you.</title><content type='html'>Seriously. It's disgusting when people do things like that, but I'm so not surprised it's you. I don't wanna lemon you anymore, just amazing how people don't bother to reflect on their own actions (and happily go around accusing people when they do likewise) That's so smart of them, I guess? I love my email which was sent to Bitches and Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, people could go and research more and not be so outdated on certain issues, and I think my point has been stated in the email. Your actions and your words, so do not make sense. So much for not hiding behind the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been using this in the longest time, (because it sounds so Ahlian-ish): &lt;b&gt;Humji&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, dinner was super filling, and I really love family gatherings (But more of the at relatives' house). Sure gonna pee a lot tonight, drinking lots of tea induces peeing reactions or something.&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SpAEX_DPQkI/AAAAAAAAGgw/sUwKIo_lYfQ/s1600-h/P1030748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SpAEX_DPQkI/AAAAAAAAGgw/sUwKIo_lYfQ/s400/P1030748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372799165561520706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SpAEXeD1MII/AAAAAAAAGgo/MAI4HXXE3iM/s1600-h/P1030750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SpAEXeD1MII/AAAAAAAAGgo/MAI4HXXE3iM/s400/P1030750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372799156705636482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SpAEWro4N0I/AAAAAAAAGgg/KFCKNL2Z9Nc/s1600-h/P1030753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SpAEWro4N0I/AAAAAAAAGgg/KFCKNL2Z9Nc/s400/P1030753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372799143170815810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SpAEWEJTPxI/AAAAAAAAGgY/Ahe8yVL0V-Y/s1600-h/P1030757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SpAEWEJTPxI/AAAAAAAAGgY/Ahe8yVL0V-Y/s400/P1030757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372799132569386770" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SpAEVq-LvpI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/_4390O_B0SY/s1600-h/P1030759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SpAEVq-LvpI/AAAAAAAAGgQ/_4390O_B0SY/s400/P1030759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372799125811871378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt; talking to Hanying a lot :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to go out and sing rock songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-3828790019794597966?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3828790019794597966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3828790019794597966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3828790019794597966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3828790019794597966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-matter-what-ill-always-wait-for-you.html' title='No matter what I&apos;ll always wait for you.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SpAEX_DPQkI/AAAAAAAAGgw/sUwKIo_lYfQ/s72-c/P1030748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-8617363478142758187</id><published>2009-08-19T15:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T20:23:24.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't survive without you here by my side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Did you just call me a bitch? The bitch is a dog, dogs bark, bark is on trees, trees are a part of nature, nature is beautiful, so thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;@nelituuu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually managed to get through the day after morning trauma. Wow whee. And PC's interesting as usual, we're all so open about lemon-ing now. Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing isn't it? I was thinking if the number of people who actually bother to read this online diary is actually pretty low, would I continue? The type of posts that I do nowadays are not exactly about every single minute detail about whatever happen (Duh), more of thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how blogshops are sprouting at an alarming rate, and people are selling the exact same stuff, and then these kind of things start to lose novelty. It's funnier that people actually use blogshops to express themselves (and their opinions on blogshops). It's quite hilarious isn't it? As if people really do care how you view about blogshops (Especially if it's not theirs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been seeing things in a pretty amusing light apparently, so yea, cheers up the whole stressful atmosphere I guess? Like how sometimes people can't exactly differentiate right from left and don't actually realise it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I enjoy being a nerd and correcting really horrendous spelling errors, like the mistakes that people with such &lt;b&gt;high intelligence&lt;/b&gt; make. Maybe intelligence doesn't really determine your command of a certain language (Of course, definitely, absolutely). Is hanyupinyin a language too? It seems that I really can't understand why people can make such simple mistakes. It really isn't your fault if you're one of those older generations that don't actually have much contact with hanyupinyin. And if you use say 'nu' instead of 'nv' (v supposed to represent u with the double dots above), it's fine because well, it's still a 'u'. But making really &lt;b&gt;simple&lt;/b&gt; mistakes? (I really question what the years of education have helped in nurturing/teaching someone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that once people have learnt certain stuff (E.g. Hiragana), it's usually in your head for life. One would be able to read out, well, maybe not correct but at least he/she is able to recognise. Oh maybe, it's just me that feel it's all the same. Sometimes people don't have the ability to grasp certain things in life for long periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also entertaining that people lack the ability to link things/subjects/issues together. Like they say something and suddenly jump to another point. And it's like &lt;b&gt;WOW&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Example:&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend but I'm eating a banana.&lt;br /&gt;(It's short and cheap. No wonder I have a boyfriend.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real funny, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised my mistake. I shouldn't have said that people actually still do look horrendous after tweaking their pictures. Well because if that's called horrendous then I don't know what the before picture is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonono, actually sometimes, the before &lt;b&gt;might&lt;/b&gt; be better (in some cases). Well, not all functions of the editing tools can be grasped immediately, and some people are just really good at it, some people just don't have the flair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same as makeup. In most cases, people do end up looking better after slapping like 10 inches of makeup on their faces after like 5 hours. There was like some middle-aged looking woman, who put on lots of makeup, and looked totally different and attractive after that. But then I can't imagine what their future husbands will suffer from, when they see their wives' before-makeup faces every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they die the next day immediately after the marriage, like y'know, he wakes up and gets a really huge shock, thinking,"Omg, who's this woman beside me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there is the minority that looks better au naturale (Be it good or not, I just said better) I'd totally wish to be one of those that looks perfectly normal without makeup because putting on makeup is so tedious, removing it is even worse. I just enjoy looking at all the colourful palettes, not using them on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if people don't really have the capability/flair to do certain stuff, will they keep on trying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they should learn from Fei Tian. She may suck at Fashion Designing (Even though she wants to be a fashion designer) but she realises that she is good at sewing and is able to showcase her talent in that area. And it's even better when she moves on to become a wedding planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was thinking, my morning trauma illness might have been over. Felt like puking during recess. I must have been really strong to hold back the horrendous feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-8617363478142758187?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8617363478142758187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=8617363478142758187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/8617363478142758187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/8617363478142758187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-cant-survive-without-you-here-by-my.html' title='I can&apos;t survive without you here by my side.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7860236591178032955</id><published>2009-08-18T20:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:13:29.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You make me feel beautiful when I have nothing left to prove.</title><content type='html'>Last minute studying with Sweeyan today. LOL, poor dude, look at what 'O' Levels have done to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super super cute boy boy at training today! He was like looking at the Singapore Team gymnasts doing their stuns and Coach kept calling for him but he didn't notice at all, then he realised and walked over in a super cute, bashful way :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really amused. Yea, things in general. Amused by the way humans react to thing, amused by what humans say, what they do. We never do make sense do we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how we (Well, as in not everyone but yea) say that we hate backstabbers, bitches or liars when we obviously are one (or more) of the above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can bitch about others and feel smug about it and yet others can't do that to us and we feel that they're one hell of rude retards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We deny whatever we think is towards our disadvantage and try to make ourselves sound better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We say that people who hide behind their screens to scold people are cowards/wimps when we ourselves do likewise, and we actually try to find ways to justify such actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are contradictive creatures that makes no sense whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak vulgarities because we think it's cool. Like oh, mentioning 'f*** off' on my blog endlessly means the same as I'm the coolest in thing in a (community) now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We honk at people because they're cutting into our lanes when we ourselves did likewise before but it's because it was just a minor mistake and you had to cut into some other people's lane suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't bother to think from another perspective, see things from another angle, hear things from other sources. We just deem that whatever we see/hear/feel/think is the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I do consider more options now. I'm thinking more, maybe that's why I'm all the more inseparable from music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sad that Sirius had to die. Now, I'm gonna start on Half-Blood Prince. Totally pwning Justin. I started Philosopher's Stone like 3 weeks ago and Justin was on Goblet of Fire last year, and I think he just finished Order of Phoenix of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go ahead and bitch. I dare you. You can do so because I can't see it now but it's all gonna be pointless. I wonder if you do actually get a kick out of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7860236591178032955?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7860236591178032955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7860236591178032955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7860236591178032955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7860236591178032955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-make-me-feel-beautiful-when-i-have.html' title='You make me feel beautiful when I have nothing left to prove.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4495899357151818174</id><published>2009-08-17T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:12:27.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being with you it's all just an act, it's overrated.</title><content type='html'>Fingers are freezing like mad now!! How come my blubber ain't protecting me from Bro's powerful aircon! (But I'm happily typing on his MacBook, which makes my blog looks chio btw! In a way, Apple do rocks, except for the whole iTunes thing)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling accomplished to have studied Atomic Structure and Bonding, and did quite a pretty mindmap! So on my way to working on Speed of Reaction. Studying is seriously crazy. I end up singing instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and reminiscing about good old Primary school days with Mengran and Jiaxun was funfun. And yea, Zhenghui's damn funny (Acting out RX's unglam sleep) and now we've got a common action :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finishing Order of Phoenix! It's stealing all my precious mugging time away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, does the word 'mugging' come from Muggles? I really wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loads of questions on my mind now. Should I do this? Should I do that? Everything never fails to revolve around you. Ack! Unwise??? Yes!! But I'm happy! And I know it (Now JJ's gonna throw me some disgusted look and says that he wanna slap/kill me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your thoughts are hard to penetrate but some day, maybe I'll be able to get into your mind. Hopefully.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Changing for a guy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Living in a lie,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's overrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always asking why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So overrated.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;BEN ROMANS&lt;/b&gt; IS AWESOME!!! YAYNESS (And I stole Kevin Cheng and Raymond Lam from Deborah before she could! Hiakhiak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, and why did Siyin come and tell me that her legs are itchyitchy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-4495899357151818174?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4495899357151818174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4495899357151818174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4495899357151818174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4495899357151818174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-with-you-its-all-just-act-its.html' title='Being with you it&apos;s all just an act, it&apos;s overrated.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-6001986229436757668</id><published>2009-08-15T20:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T10:15:18.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could say to you, I'm not going nowhere.</title><content type='html'>Day out with both bestfriends. (Or rather, best friend and good friend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where Got Ghost&lt;/b&gt; wasn't as good/funny as I expected. But nevertheless, still pretty funny, Jack Neo style :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Haunted House at Huiying's carnival was good :)! Except for my stupid comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like we were walking and I started commenting and talking way too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example: We walked past a bowl with some kind of animal organ and I just glanced and walked away. And there was this cupboard, and I was pointing to it and saying,"It's going to open right?" And then I walked and the person was like,"RAWR!" and I was like,"Oh, I'm so scared!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha pretty funny. Like it was really good because it was real and stuff. There was a part whereby we had to 'crawl' and I said,"Huh? Must crawl ah? So unglam ._."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Could somebody go to YEP with me, provided whatever I asked for come true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.P.S.&lt;/b&gt; I'm missing you guys already :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-6001986229436757668?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6001986229436757668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=6001986229436757668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6001986229436757668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6001986229436757668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-could-say-to-you-im-not-going.html' title='I wish I could say to you, I&apos;m not going nowhere.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3057800426485227000</id><published>2009-08-12T19:11:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T19:57:57.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How d'you love someone, without getting hurt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEY SINYEE LOVE, MISS YOU LOADS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jansey has uploaded loads of unglam shots onto Class Blog. Crazy much, Deborah, looks unglam as usual. Thank god I was blocked in those shots taken in the parade square. (Deborah and I deleted a few unglam shots from his camera :D)&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKkes47PNI/AAAAAAAAGd4/06IZI5YQ3jM/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKkes47PNI/AAAAAAAAGd4/06IZI5YQ3jM/s400/IMG_0461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369034553132006610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Food Republic, where horrendous food are overpriced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKkeMxTJxI/AAAAAAAAGdw/d3yiC2jXv4g/s1600-h/IMG_0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKkeMxTJxI/AAAAAAAAGdw/d3yiC2jXv4g/s400/IMG_0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369034544510084882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that the Caucasian is smiling into the camera as well -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKkd4mkEQI/AAAAAAAAGdo/rWPGe5sV6tA/s1600-h/IMG_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKkd4mkEQI/AAAAAAAAGdo/rWPGe5sV6tA/s400/IMG_0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369034539096346882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally giving Janson the death glare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKkdaYXtmI/AAAAAAAAGdg/EyV4BFNWGR4/s1600-h/IMG_0478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKkdaYXtmI/AAAAAAAAGdg/EyV4BFNWGR4/s400/IMG_0478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369034530983753314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKkc7adWPI/AAAAAAAAGdY/EH_Tw3x5MlM/s1600-h/IMG_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKkc7adWPI/AAAAAAAAGdY/EH_Tw3x5MlM/s400/IMG_0481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369034522671012082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKlNF6IFMI/AAAAAAAAGeg/eC5An6Mp7t0/s1600-h/IMG_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKlNF6IFMI/AAAAAAAAGeg/eC5An6Mp7t0/s400/IMG_0487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369035350121911490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horny twerps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKlMuMMmdI/AAAAAAAAGeY/PJ2bHHUDvHM/s1600-h/IMG_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKlMuMMmdI/AAAAAAAAGeY/PJ2bHHUDvHM/s400/IMG_0493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369035343755254226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKlMRUgN-I/AAAAAAAAGeQ/U_lldUPgXuY/s1600-h/IMG_0503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKlMRUgN-I/AAAAAAAAGeQ/U_lldUPgXuY/s400/IMG_0503.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369035336005466082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKlLz1h0eI/AAAAAAAAGeI/JeSgLjPauT0/s1600-h/IMG_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKlLz1h0eI/AAAAAAAAGeI/JeSgLjPauT0/s400/IMG_0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369035328090919394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Yokeming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKlLgisKRI/AAAAAAAAGeA/zaNljwMYseU/s1600-h/IMG_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKlLgisKRI/AAAAAAAAGeA/zaNljwMYseU/s400/IMG_0558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369035322911631634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Charlene (Note: The shirt is long ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKoGzypb4I/AAAAAAAAGfI/zQbx6314nYc/s1600-h/IMG_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKoGzypb4I/AAAAAAAAGfI/zQbx6314nYc/s400/IMG_0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369038540714372994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKoGJlUz_I/AAAAAAAAGfA/-LyHooQiCTU/s1600-h/IMG_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKoGJlUz_I/AAAAAAAAGfA/-LyHooQiCTU/s400/IMG_0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369038529384206322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL TERESA. HAHAHAHA :D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKoF9t0LrI/AAAAAAAAGe4/DRbqCq2iNqw/s1600-h/IMG_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKoF9t0LrI/AAAAAAAAGe4/DRbqCq2iNqw/s400/IMG_0585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369038526198591154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sexy hot wifey :D &lt;b&gt;Jealouszxzx?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKoFcHBX6I/AAAAAAAAGew/d8ViXe0gSf8/s1600-h/IMG_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKoFcHBX6I/AAAAAAAAGew/d8ViXe0gSf8/s400/IMG_0607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369038517177507746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this would make a good wallpaper. (Leon looks like a girl, &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKoFASe9PI/AAAAAAAAGeo/eR-oWnj2vsg/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKoFASe9PI/AAAAAAAAGeo/eR-oWnj2vsg/s400/IMG_0612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369038509709391090" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKpFvGYXGI/AAAAAAAAGfw/dzreHQpYdjI/s1600-h/IMG_0619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKpFvGYXGI/AAAAAAAAGfw/dzreHQpYdjI/s400/IMG_0619.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369039621786721378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Janson in the background!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKpFYxhKsI/AAAAAAAAGfo/4jNiYygVSCM/s1600-h/IMG_0620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKpFYxhKsI/AAAAAAAAGfo/4jNiYygVSCM/s400/IMG_0620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369039615793638082" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKpEyNYULI/AAAAAAAAGfg/ouAxizJgi6U/s1600-h/IMG_0635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKpEyNYULI/AAAAAAAAGfg/ouAxizJgi6U/s400/IMG_0635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369039605441515698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKpEY2HHQI/AAAAAAAAGfY/2sRi26R8c8Y/s1600-h/IMG_0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKpEY2HHQI/AAAAAAAAGfY/2sRi26R8c8Y/s400/IMG_0638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369039598633032962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKpEFNorOI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/Pp5g5McWYhM/s1600-h/IMG_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKpEFNorOI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/Pp5g5McWYhM/s400/IMG_0646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369039593362992354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really had lots of fun, and I seriously could've stayed on. Who said pushing to end early ah? -Gives Janson the evil look. Am looking forward to chalet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear looking at Year 1 photos sure bring back lots of memories. We all used to look like gaytards and yea, I happily pointed out,"&lt;b&gt;LOOK! MY BEST FRIEND IS JUST BESIDE ME!&lt;/b&gt;" Those days were fun, it's amazing how time passes so quickly, and we're like so old now (And of course, we all look much better)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shikai, Harry Potter, 138, hmmmm? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yups, of course, register number 20 eh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should greet Mr Yeo that way, next time. I swear it was really good :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, pictures from &lt;strong&gt;eons&lt;/strong&gt; ago (Well, let's say a month?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKrd_YAXYI/AAAAAAAAGgI/lFaqg1K_G-o/s1600-h/6460_251591095720_559150720_7937402_7646666_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKrd_YAXYI/AAAAAAAAGgI/lFaqg1K_G-o/s400/6460_251591095720_559150720_7937402_7646666_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369042237495729538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Clockwise) Me, Huishi, Yen Tinge (Yups, Chang Hsien's sister), Adeline, Suan Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKpcRizjTI/AAAAAAAAGgA/6ZjpoS0vcio/s1600-h/6460_251591115720_559150720_7937406_1691143_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKpcRizjTI/AAAAAAAAGgA/6ZjpoS0vcio/s400/6460_251591115720_559150720_7937406_1691143_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369040008989871410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Suan East and Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this in my Photobucket album, sure brings back the memories of old blogskinning days. Ah wells, no more Photoshop but soon soon. Once I get a new computer, I'm so gonna get Photoshop, and we'll see. No more blogskins though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKpbxOsdpI/AAAAAAAAGf4/IUv51Kn3fus/s1600-h/bfstealer.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKpbxOsdpI/AAAAAAAAGf4/IUv51Kn3fus/s400/bfstealer.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369040000315586194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With horrendous spelling errors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; I'm a hugeass lemon, but seriously whatever. I hope you'll get your comeuppance one day. By the way, d'you ever proof read whatever you've wrote? Are you blind or blind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at my smiley face with a double-chin :))!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-3057800426485227000?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3057800426485227000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3057800426485227000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3057800426485227000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3057800426485227000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-dyou-love-someone-without-getting.html' title='How d&apos;you love someone, without getting hurt?'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SoKkes47PNI/AAAAAAAAGd4/06IZI5YQ3jM/s72-c/IMG_0461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-5832706462777457628</id><published>2009-08-09T22:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:42:18.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the direction I follow to get home.</title><content type='html'>Gargantuan ice-creams and Ice Wine. A pity I don't really appreciate crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using handphone to send out messages to both FB and Twitter is indeed fun huh. Like sending a message immediately when 'What Do You See?' is being played on TV. How efficient :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Mum doing programming is so tiring. Wonder how she stands it. I understand the whole self-fulfilling part, it's like working on a blogskin for goddamn long and finally it's done, and you're happy with it (And it doesn't look like bullshit of some sort, or some kid trying to be artsy farty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This National Day, how spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great to feel that I'm maturing, becoming someone who's more understanding. So unlike me from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I'm questioning myself, why ain't I angry? Why ain't I doing anything to fight back? Or maybe it's because, all along, a little voice in my head is telling me that it has been happening all the while or maybe, it's just a waste of time to fight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I can do now, is just to laugh at someone else's comments and be neutral. Or maybe, by not saying anything at all, it ain't really neutral after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, nobody gets it. But I do. And that's all I need :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; On my quest to increase body mass. You get it. HAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-5832706462777457628?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5832706462777457628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=5832706462777457628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5832706462777457628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5832706462777457628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/08/youre-direction-i-follow-to-get-home.html' title='You&apos;re the direction I follow to get home.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-5426744910962742350</id><published>2009-08-07T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:21:03.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you be mine tonight?</title><content type='html'>National Day celebration, hmmmm, I don't know. I miss those Primary school days, whereby we always sang &lt;b&gt;Where I Belong&lt;/b&gt;. Did I mention how much I really don't like this year's song, and I really hate Electrico? I thought Everybody's Here was bad enough, but apparently '&lt;b&gt;Le Kua Si Mi&lt;/b&gt;' was worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did chinese interview with JJ, and zomg, I probably sounded like some Caucasian trying to speak Chinese and JJ kept talking cock so I think I probably screwed up their video. Stupid JJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super tired after class outing, like, trying to find a decent tank top and buy refills in 20 minutes. No easy feat but we kinda managed it! :D And wifey looks good in almost everything :D Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had their fair share of laughter, enjoyed frolicking in the sea, playing Charades by the sea. And finally, they got to see my fierce and loud side, the side which I show to EDS Juniors, the side which EDS juniors find scary and fierce. HAHAHAHA. They always go like,"Wahhh, you're damn scary." Thanks to my booming thundering voice. Mwahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The t-shirt game was kinda fun, like we were in a 'cat-fight' and kinda unglam, but nevertheless, we're strong people! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love chilling at Coffee Bean as usual. I can't seem to change my drink, I was contemplating on trying Ice-Blended Black Forest, but in the end I was like ordering the usual. Ice-Blended Mocha Regular with whipped cream. Will never go wrong if anyone ordered that for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Snw-RC15v0I/AAAAAAAAGdQ/RBHPFnTCo-w/s1600-h/P1030719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Snw-RC15v0I/AAAAAAAAGdQ/RBHPFnTCo-w/s400/P1030719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367233318460440386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Snw-QmIMgZI/AAAAAAAAGdI/OcX5KvfABn0/s1600-h/P1030720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Snw-QmIMgZI/AAAAAAAAGdI/OcX5KvfABn0/s400/P1030720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367233310752539026" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Snw-QCjA5MI/AAAAAAAAGdA/JmGfToHd_UM/s1600-h/P1030725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Snw-QCjA5MI/AAAAAAAAGdA/JmGfToHd_UM/s400/P1030725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367233301201347778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Snw-Pq7ZaEI/AAAAAAAAGc4/-EeBEQ2OZ4o/s1600-h/P1030727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Snw-Pq7ZaEI/AAAAAAAAGc4/-EeBEQ2OZ4o/s400/P1030727.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367233294861166658" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Snw-PLLJLzI/AAAAAAAAGcw/sESUAoQYito/s1600-h/P1030729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Snw-PLLJLzI/AAAAAAAAGcw/sESUAoQYito/s400/P1030729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367233286337277746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're a bunch of evil kids, and then again, isn't this human nature?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sure brings back lots of memories. About how we talked about which undergarments were cuter, how we went into random shops, just to look at clothes together, how we walked around the whole place because we didn't know what to do, how I told you I need not look at hot guys in newurbanmale because there was one beside me already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though knowing you are like that, I'm still as hopeless and pathetic as before. I'm falling back into this whole vicious cycle again. I can't be cold towards you anymore. Everytime I see you just makes me come back for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These few nights have been bad. I just wished that I need not wake up from my dreams, I bet I was smiling in them, and I just felt real happiness and when I woke up, I couldn't help but feel low and start wondering why things couldn't be the way I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love is so much more than just emotion.&lt;/b&gt; And you just don't know it. Maybe you'll never know what's it like to truly like someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken's getting married tomorrow! Really am happy for him. Just wished that I could be there seeing him walk down the aisle. Awesome guy! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Haha, somebody finally replied to it. By the way, FB says I'm a &lt;b&gt;sweet bitch&lt;/b&gt;. Omg, I'm damn awake now :D Go Serena, your turn! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-5426744910962742350?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5426744910962742350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=5426744910962742350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5426744910962742350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5426744910962742350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/08/will-you-be-mine-tonight.html' title='Will you be mine tonight?'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Snw-RC15v0I/AAAAAAAAGdQ/RBHPFnTCo-w/s72-c/P1030719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4956743112422415645</id><published>2009-08-05T19:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:23:50.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your love was nothing but a game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div class="quote"&gt;You told me there's no need&lt;br /&gt;To talk it out 'cause it's too late&lt;br /&gt;To proceed and slowly&lt;br /&gt;I took your words and walked away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No looking back, I won't regret, no&lt;br /&gt;I will find my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken&lt;br /&gt;But still I have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's OK&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;br /&gt;Alright, OK&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bother what I do&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;I won't return&lt;br /&gt;Our bridge has burned down&lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger now&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's OK&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played me, betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;Your love was nothing but a game&lt;br /&gt;Portrait a role, you took control, I&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but fall&lt;br /&gt;So deep&lt;br /&gt;But now I see things clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's OK&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;br /&gt;Alright, OK&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bother what I do&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;I won't return&lt;br /&gt;Our bridge has burned down&lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger now&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's OK&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't waste your fiction tears on me&lt;br /&gt;Just save them for someone in need&lt;br /&gt;It's way too late&lt;br /&gt;I'm closing the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, OK&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, OK&lt;br /&gt;So don't you bother what I do&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;I won't return&lt;br /&gt;Our bridge has burned down&lt;br /&gt;I'm stronger now&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's OK&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better without you&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's OK&lt;br /&gt;Alright, OK&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you say&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, it's OK&lt;br /&gt;Alright, OK&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;I won't be sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bryan's freaking me out with big news, and I don't wanna believe it!!! What, how d'you expect me to believe it when I've been 'idolising' him for like more than 3 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog Field Trip was kinda fun, like haven't been frolicking in water for eons! And we can do so again this Friday! I so need a suntan. And become glowing like a red lobster! :D Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling endlessly again but this time I can control myself more. But still, you've got me on my knees. And I hate to say this, but I'm so addicted to you, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You're exactly my brand of heroin.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-4956743112422415645?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4956743112422415645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4956743112422415645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4956743112422415645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4956743112422415645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-love-was-nothing-but-game.html' title='Your love was nothing but a game.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-1194475914248139212</id><published>2009-08-03T17:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T17:46:13.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't forget, I won't forget about us.</title><content type='html'>Woke up this morning and remembered that Daddy was going back to work after what seems like so long, and I got pretty much overwhelmed with emotions. So much has happened in the past 1 and a half years, and I don't think many people actually knew what exactly happened, well, at least I think only a handful knew and I'm glad that from all these while, from the start, Huiying was beside me and I'm glad that we became closer than ever. Closer than we were in Sec 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember that day, it was one of the rare days that Huiying was back in school and I was excitedly running down to the Foyer to meet her and got so excited. Still remembered we intended to go to Orchard to shop, along with Monica and Sijin (If I'm not wrong). We were like happily having our lunch and chatting and then, I received an sms from bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly, I was crestfallen, and I just broke down in the middle of the frigging canteen, and Huiying started talking to me. She started telling me about what happened to her too, she told me to be strong, and be brave, and always to be happy because I should be a pillar, a source of joy and infect others with it. My mind was in a whirl, full of confusion, I didn't know what to do. I just hugged her and cried. She was there for me, to lend me her shoulder to cry on. And in the end, I didn't go to shop with them, I went straight home, hide behind my pokerface. But as soon as I turned the shower on, I just cried endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huiying would just keep talking to me, to make me feel better, up till now, I'm still very touched by her actions, I'm glad to have her as my best friend, glad that she was there, to put up with my silly nonsense for so long, glad to listen to my endless ramblings. I'm happy and fortunate too, that I could listen to her talk about certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Huiying, I got to try things I never did before. I did things that were unusual, well at least not typical me. I tried the drums, I've never been so open about my feelings before. I remember all the time we spent together, going for The Click Five's Modern Minds And Great Times World Tour, always walking from Dhoby Gaut to Far East plaza, watching Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snoggings, sitting in the library with you and talk cock, going to your house and look at you play your guitar while I sing along. The things we could do are endless, and I'm lucky to have you as my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda amazing how we can sustain our friendship even though we're no longer in the same school anymore. I know I get really really annoyed (More than others), when my parents think that I spend far too much time with you, but every hour, every minute, every second, spent with you is worth it. I learn new things each time, I'm always happy and crazy when I'm with you. They don't really understand why we &lt;b&gt;HAVE&lt;/b&gt; to meet up, but I do know why. The significance of your actions, and how you stood by me, when I was facing the 'crisis', is unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've always said,"&lt;b&gt;It's better to love than to not love at all.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I was true about my feelings, althought it's going to be a year, I think I will pull through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does one year mean, when I actually made up my mind, to wait for 3, 4 years?&lt;br /&gt;What does three heartbreaks mean, when the tears I've cried are countless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you always, my best friend.&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Snaxd6gjz4I/AAAAAAAAGcg/jlJiy2OyADs/s1600-h/Image%28056%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Snaxd6gjz4I/AAAAAAAAGcg/jlJiy2OyADs/s400/Image%28056%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365671133538668418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Wenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SnaxePWBofI/AAAAAAAAGco/-E96QXNmQ6U/s1600-h/Image%28235%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SnaxePWBofI/AAAAAAAAGco/-E96QXNmQ6U/s400/Image%28235%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365671139131630066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Click Five concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Am super looking forward to Friday. Sorry, am I not supposed to be high about class outing at Sentosa :(?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-1194475914248139212?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1194475914248139212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=1194475914248139212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1194475914248139212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1194475914248139212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wont-forget-i-wont-forget-about-us.html' title='I won&apos;t forget, I won&apos;t forget about us.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Snaxd6gjz4I/AAAAAAAAGcg/jlJiy2OyADs/s72-c/Image%28056%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-5847782601919488770</id><published>2009-08-01T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:03:27.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I somehow arrived to that conclusion all by myself.</title><content type='html'>Have to stop babyfreezing for now. Spotted a bruise near my butt. Not a very nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into Prisoner of Azkaban. DAMN IT. It's damn hard to read because I'm not supposed to know of Horcruxes and what nots yet, and I'm confusing myself. Bloody hellzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mr Pang Qing Yuan is going from 20 August 2009 to Jan 2010 to Korea&lt;br /&gt;for studies. He will definitely not marry a Korean wife because&lt;br /&gt;he dislikes Mushroom Head but yet he likes Mushroom.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, super cute. Am looking forward to National Day and gathering before that. No more Chemistry tuition :/?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Ron Weasley is seriously cute. Taha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-5847782601919488770?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5847782601919488770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=5847782601919488770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5847782601919488770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5847782601919488770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/08/but-i-somehow-arrived-to-that.html' title='But I somehow arrived to that conclusion all by myself.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3882822762519734565</id><published>2009-07-31T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:29:21.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I ever wanted was a simple way to get over you.</title><content type='html'>Man. Did I mention that I wanted to bitch so badly 2 days ago but didn't manage to do so? Oh wells, elaborate later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just happy that I managed to master the baby freeze, though my ass really hurts like crap now. Like oww, hurts when I sit on the toiletbowl. Nobody's really giving a damn but hahaha, I'm just happy in my silly own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's time to rack our brains. &lt;b&gt;PAYBACK TIME.&lt;/b&gt; I hope your dick rots like a banana, and your balls turn into stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, can't stand certain people. Talk about how others are constantly seeking fame when they themselves are like trying to hard to be a certain someone? Like seriously, similarity much just that they look really horrendous, after so much photoshop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Eh she photoshop her pictures!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone:&lt;/b&gt; What, SHE PHOTOSHOP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; YES YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone:&lt;/b&gt; Then how come still look so horrendous!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, epic phail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to read your squabbles with random people who are really despo. Like seriously. So XX wannabe. The most disgusting part is definitely the main banner, which is like, zomfg and with all the 'I-don't-care-what-you-say-about-me' attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm saying this from a biased POV. But then again, I've never actually heard ANYTHING good about you. People say,"Ah, he/she's nice la." but what, no examples to justify it? And for all the disgusting things that you've done, way too many examples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double standards much, about how others can't despo and you actually can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEE, GONNA ATTEMPT BABY FREEZE ONCE MY BUTT FEELS BETTER. HAHAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Chelsia is damn bloody cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-3882822762519734565?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3882822762519734565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3882822762519734565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3882822762519734565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3882822762519734565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/man.html' title='All I ever wanted was a simple way to get over you.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-5669852244823389520</id><published>2009-07-27T20:05:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:45:16.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got to breathe, I can't keep going under.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2Zt462dlI/AAAAAAAAGaI/FLUJJ6MG2d0/s1600-h/5r55h4pwbjtbmefkj2G6W0iRo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2Zt462dlI/AAAAAAAAGaI/FLUJJ6MG2d0/s400/5r55h4pwbjtbmefkj2G6W0iRo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363111744920516178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop spending money like water. Zzz. Should be thankful that I can buy that $129.90 bag, because Momo had the $100 voucher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must seriously do good deeds and spend $1 buying 3 packets of tissue every month. So I don't get karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling super pregnant now after eating so much. Must be second puberty has arrived! I'm feeling hungry every single moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;strong&gt;Handover&lt;/strong&gt; pictures :D (Group 1!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2avEJYh5I/AAAAAAAAGaw/nfz5ZR0UakM/s1600-h/5776_112585107521_727637521_2699029_4395814_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2avEJYh5I/AAAAAAAAGaw/nfz5ZR0UakM/s400/5776_112585107521_727637521_2699029_4395814_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363112864625756050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bring sexyback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2aulg1GUI/AAAAAAAAGao/zet3oG-PYlQ/s1600-h/5776_112585112521_727637521_2699030_2327687_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2aulg1GUI/AAAAAAAAGao/zet3oG-PYlQ/s400/5776_112585112521_727637521_2699030_2327687_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363112856402598210" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2auSMeGHI/AAAAAAAAGag/dwaG8ym0aD4/s1600-h/5776_112585212521_727637521_2699046_7320260_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2auSMeGHI/AAAAAAAAGag/dwaG8ym0aD4/s400/5776_112585212521_727637521_2699046_7320260_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363112851216930930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2atw8-AZI/AAAAAAAAGaY/mDuUz-9zMWw/s1600-h/5776_112585217521_727637521_2699047_5250798_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2atw8-AZI/AAAAAAAAGaY/mDuUz-9zMWw/s400/5776_112585217521_727637521_2699047_5250798_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363112842293543314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me looking awesomely short for once. (ZOMG, HAVE NEVER BEEN SO SHORT BEFORE!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2ato7ZDII/AAAAAAAAGaQ/WXWhDikle4U/s1600-h/5776_112585227521_727637521_2699049_33788_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2ato7ZDII/AAAAAAAAGaQ/WXWhDikle4U/s400/5776_112585227521_727637521_2699049_33788_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363112840139443330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2bQ8dPqnI/AAAAAAAAGbY/mchEVWAcVN8/s1600-h/5776_112585232521_727637521_2699050_4652528_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2bQ8dPqnI/AAAAAAAAGbY/mchEVWAcVN8/s400/5776_112585232521_727637521_2699050_4652528_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363113446677129842" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2bQrZlEaI/AAAAAAAAGbQ/uCmNBjS2ggM/s1600-h/5776_112585242521_727637521_2699052_353403_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2bQrZlEaI/AAAAAAAAGbQ/uCmNBjS2ggM/s400/5776_112585242521_727637521_2699052_353403_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363113442098352546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2bQaeBeJI/AAAAAAAAGbI/wAAkx5s5exc/s1600-h/5776_112585267521_727637521_2699057_5014753_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2bQaeBeJI/AAAAAAAAGbI/wAAkx5s5exc/s400/5776_112585267521_727637521_2699057_5014753_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363113437553588370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2bQNCleaI/AAAAAAAAGbA/7BSx3FkZ1wk/s1600-h/5776_112585282521_727637521_2699060_2397155_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2bQNCleaI/AAAAAAAAGbA/7BSx3FkZ1wk/s400/5776_112585282521_727637521_2699060_2397155_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363113433948846498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super chio small girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2bP7X8y7I/AAAAAAAAGa4/xxlt0UOM4Hs/s1600-h/5776_112585327521_727637521_2699067_2915751_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2bP7X8y7I/AAAAAAAAGa4/xxlt0UOM4Hs/s400/5776_112585327521_727637521_2699067_2915751_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363113429206617010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Racial Harmony&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cGaRM81I/AAAAAAAAGcA/GLHNGeWrHJI/s1600-h/IMG_2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cGaRM81I/AAAAAAAAGcA/GLHNGeWrHJI/s400/IMG_2123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114365212750674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who took this ah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cGWBqaTI/AAAAAAAAGb4/KaS-VK3F_yI/s1600-h/IMG_2124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cGWBqaTI/AAAAAAAAGb4/KaS-VK3F_yI/s400/IMG_2124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114364073830706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never look into camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cGFiW2gI/AAAAAAAAGbw/hXn5Y8JbQqk/s1600-h/IMG_2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cGFiW2gI/AAAAAAAAGbw/hXn5Y8JbQqk/s400/IMG_2125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114359647558146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deserving slap :D (SK looks like he's sayang-ing Justin, don't be mistaken!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I ask why we didn't win &lt;b&gt;as well&lt;/b&gt;? We had 100% too? Just because we don't really produce the best results, we don't really have the best conduct, then we're subjected to such stuff? Just because we seem to be &lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;ucked up, &lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;rivolous, &lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;ailures, &lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;aggot so this is what we get? So no matter how much effort we put into something, our actions just don't get recognised eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for &lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;airness. Oh please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We so do not need to be ostracised just because we aren't the cream of the crop. Yea, we can't be &lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;antastic, &lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;abulous, but y'know what, at least we're one hell of a &lt;b&gt;f&lt;/b&gt;amily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures from RX' concert - &lt;strong&gt;Butterfly Dreams&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cFhpC64I/AAAAAAAAGbo/3n5f0h8Dl78/s1600-h/IMG_2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cFhpC64I/AAAAAAAAGbo/3n5f0h8Dl78/s400/IMG_2139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114350011935618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMGZOMGZOMG GUY - NICK SHEN! (Hey, why cannot see his hand at my shoulder! ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deborah:&lt;/b&gt; Eh! Nick Shen's over there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; -Hyperventilates. ZOMGZOMGZOMG! WHERE WHERE!!!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deborah:&lt;/b&gt; There there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cFaD87JI/AAAAAAAAGbg/CFwRXMslYGU/s1600-h/IMG_2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cFaD87JI/AAAAAAAAGbg/CFwRXMslYGU/s400/IMG_2140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114347977305234" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cdropHTI/AAAAAAAAGcY/qh236bMlB-M/s1600-h/IMG_2162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cdropHTI/AAAAAAAAGcY/qh236bMlB-M/s400/IMG_2162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114765011459378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Mummy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cdRTEsII/AAAAAAAAGcQ/_Gek5HzBYYc/s1600-h/IMG_2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cdRTEsII/AAAAAAAAGcQ/_Gek5HzBYYc/s400/IMG_2167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114757941670018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Daughter (I'm not thrusting my boobs out. I was just learning back to be closer to Deborah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cdM37nAI/AAAAAAAAGcI/Y2u_wZuh66I/s1600-h/IMG_2172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2cdM37nAI/AAAAAAAAGcI/Y2u_wZuh66I/s400/IMG_2172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363114756754086914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will tell you what I've done for you&lt;br /&gt;Fifty thousand tears I've cried&lt;br /&gt;Screaming, deceiving and bleeding for you&lt;br /&gt;And you still won't hear me, going under&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want your hand this time, I'll save myself&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll wake up for once&lt;br /&gt;Not tormented daily, defeated by you&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I reached the bottom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;arewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All the more I'm sure I have to leave this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-5669852244823389520?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5669852244823389520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=5669852244823389520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5669852244823389520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5669852244823389520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-to-breathe-i-cant-keep-going.html' title='I&apos;ve got to breathe, I can&apos;t keep going under.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sm2Zt462dlI/AAAAAAAAGaI/FLUJJ6MG2d0/s72-c/5r55h4pwbjtbmefkj2G6W0iRo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4267211463717744233</id><published>2009-07-23T21:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T22:13:22.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, everything's the same in the La La Land.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I am confident, but I still have my moments&lt;br /&gt;Baby, that's just me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a supermodel, I still eat McDonald's&lt;br /&gt;Baby, that's just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some may say I need to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of losing everything, because of where I&lt;br /&gt;Had my start and where I made my name&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything's the same in the La La Land machine&lt;br /&gt;Machine, machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said I can't wear my Converse with my dress?&lt;br /&gt;Well baby, that's just me&lt;br /&gt;Who said I can't be single and have to go out and mingle&lt;br /&gt;Baby, that's not me, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some may say I need to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of losing everything, because of where I&lt;br /&gt;Had my start and where I made my name&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything's the same in the La La Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you feel the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nothing else is real in the La La Land appeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some may say I need to be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Of losing everything, because of where I&lt;br /&gt;Had my start and where I made my name&lt;br /&gt;Well, everything's the same in the La La Land machine&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not gonna change in the La La Land machine&lt;br /&gt;I will stay the same in the La La Land&lt;br /&gt;Machine, machine, machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't change anything in my life&lt;br /&gt;(I won't change anything in my life)&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying myself tonight&lt;br /&gt;(I'm staying myself tonight)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nmjO1p9Oxrk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nmjO1p9Oxrk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demi Lovato is like the most awesome Disney star I think. Love her absolutely powerful voice. The way she sang US National Anthem is awesome to the max! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it! The Malay couple were out to con people of money. Momo encountered them as well, and they gave a different story, but still, about the emergency to send the child to KK Hospital. So on the way to school, Momo and I were devicing ways to make these people learn a lesson, lest more people fall prey to their trickery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; When approached, pretend to feel really sad for them and sympathise for them, tell them that you'll go home and take some money, then go to some corner, and call parents. Ask them to bring a camera down, then take pictures of them secretly, or something yeah. Then send the pictures to Town Council, ask them put up posters to warn people of these conmen, or better still, send to police to send them to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; Tell them you want to take their picture before giving money. Say must take picture to recognise faces to claim money back, then send picture to police station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came up with quite a lot of funny ideas. HAHAHA, fun :D Hate stinking conmen. And yes, they literally stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Smhk9y09mwI/AAAAAAAAGaA/xnVEpM9CxM0/s1600-h/6131_137576608832_745658832_3010290_1700757_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Smhk9y09mwI/AAAAAAAAGaA/xnVEpM9CxM0/s400/6131_137576608832_745658832_3010290_1700757_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361646369163287298" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Smhk9qAvu2I/AAAAAAAAGZ4/ezeDrD95TGE/s1600-h/6131_137576613832_745658832_3010291_3987846_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Smhk9qAvu2I/AAAAAAAAGZ4/ezeDrD95TGE/s400/6131_137576613832_745658832_3010291_3987846_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361646366796790626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coolest handsign by 4Flipflop. It's called Flemming Left Hand rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Smhk9arI6tI/AAAAAAAAGZw/2k_K9R5YGo0/s1600-h/6131_137576618832_745658832_3010292_8143131_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Smhk9arI6tI/AAAAAAAAGZw/2k_K9R5YGo0/s400/6131_137576618832_745658832_3010292_8143131_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361646362679634642" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Smhk839mY0I/AAAAAAAAGZo/Uwfm6M-lVDM/s1600-h/6131_137576623832_745658832_3010293_6693298_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Smhk839mY0I/AAAAAAAAGZo/Uwfm6M-lVDM/s400/6131_137576623832_745658832_3010293_6693298_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361646353361822530" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Smhk8ppbHyI/AAAAAAAAGZg/IqFaoBmYrDs/s1600-h/6131_137576628832_745658832_3010294_5434720_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Smhk8ppbHyI/AAAAAAAAGZg/IqFaoBmYrDs/s400/6131_137576628832_745658832_3010294_5434720_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361646349519101730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a soundtrack, and you're Track 4. Love and theft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-4267211463717744233?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4267211463717744233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4267211463717744233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4267211463717744233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4267211463717744233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-everythings-same-in-la-la-land.html' title='Well, everything&apos;s the same in the La La Land.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Smhk9y09mwI/AAAAAAAAGaA/xnVEpM9CxM0/s72-c/6131_137576608832_745658832_3010290_1700757_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-9134538476926038904</id><published>2009-07-22T20:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:18:25.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cut myself so I could feel something I know is not a lie.</title><content type='html'>This post isn't meant to target anyone, yes, honestly. I was just deep in thought about certain stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's really not your fault that you fell head over heels for someone, whether he/she is worth it or not.&lt;br /&gt;But maybe, you'll realise, some people just aren't worth the heartbreaks. &lt;i&gt;Yesyes, I really don't meaning anything, I am also speaking for myself, okay???&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, when you like someone, you're totally blind to everything, you can't seem to see how foolish you may be, everything about that person just seems to take away your sense of sight, momentarily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why does it always have to be heartbreaks, that clear those damned 'cataracts'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, again. Wrong signals. And we shouldn't be taking things too seriously, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people just don't understand how much I f-ing hate it when people send out all kinds of wrong signals, and mislead you aimlessly. It's even worse when they break your heart, &lt;b&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt; continue to mislead again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time may heal almost everything, but the emotional scars? Who are you trying to kid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try getting toyed all these while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There's a reason why they say that we should give it time but time is not enough. And that's the reason why, when you're young to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Reason Why&lt;/b&gt; - The Click Five&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really am not directing this to anyone. Yes, serious. Swear it's true. I don't wanna piss anyone off. I just really had enough of all this kind of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not in a bad mood. Well, not exactly. Probably sick of this kind of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how much I hate random people approaching me and asking to borrow for money, even though it's a small sum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like what, I got approached twice in less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, I was happily walking towards the MRT, then 2 people were obstructing my path. Strolling like nobody's business. To make things worse, they were smoking. Obviously pissed off already. Then the guy heard my footsteps, he turned around then asked,"My baby is ill and I'm in an emergency to send her to KK Hospital. My wife left her wallet in a taxi, and my relatives, they stay in Blk 3C, but they are not at home. D'you mind lending us $5 for taxi fare?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like, lying straight into face and said,"I've got not much money."&lt;br /&gt;He continued,"How about $2-3?"&lt;br /&gt;Me,"I only have $2 which is to pay for something later."&lt;br /&gt;He, persisted,"I really need help."&lt;br /&gt;Me,"I'm really sorry." and walked off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, how the f d'you expect me to believe you? Your daughter needs an emergency, and there you are smoking your asses off and strolling. Your daughter prolly needs to be rushed to the hospital due to the amount of smoke she's inhaling from her chimney parents, so much so, her lungs are probably filled with soot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, some random guy again, didn't wanna help him, because he looked like Mas Selamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm evil. Heaven will punish me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, who are going to punish those assholes who smoke and endanger the numerous lives around them? Understandable if it's strangers, but your own daughter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, go burn in hell, for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm really pissed.&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/1816673664495500680-9134538476926038904?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/9134538476926038904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=9134538476926038904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/9134538476926038904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/9134538476926038904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cut-myself-so-i-could-feel-something.html' title='I cut myself so I could feel something I know is not a lie.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3639571823124122469</id><published>2009-07-20T22:09:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:29:22.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You had me falling for you honey.</title><content type='html'>Racial Harmony. Dillon was unwilling to tell his Channel 5 Crime Watch joke.&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR79b8mzVI/AAAAAAAAGYo/IYUF3_kJYtA/s1600-h/IMG_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR79b8mzVI/AAAAAAAAGYo/IYUF3_kJYtA/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360545751881928018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Boss. Or rather, my competitor. Serena's 2 hubbies taking photo together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR79L3eQMI/AAAAAAAAGYg/uIyQxIAqoJo/s1600-h/IMG_0214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR79L3eQMI/AAAAAAAAGYg/uIyQxIAqoJo/s400/IMG_0214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360545747565428930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zexi, Joy, Serena and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR784bQesI/AAAAAAAAGYY/I_SGtAGmssE/s1600-h/IMG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR784bQesI/AAAAAAAAGYY/I_SGtAGmssE/s400/IMG_0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360545742346812098" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR78XhvCGI/AAAAAAAAGYQ/x95RTJ2-DYk/s1600-h/IMG_0230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR78XhvCGI/AAAAAAAAGYQ/x95RTJ2-DYk/s400/IMG_0230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360545733515610210" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR7725hnLI/AAAAAAAAGYI/cBNqdhLG3dk/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR7725hnLI/AAAAAAAAGYI/cBNqdhLG3dk/s400/IMG_0248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360545724757023922" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR8omPPB_I/AAAAAAAAGZI/jtL-VtOjiLE/s1600-h/IMG_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR8omPPB_I/AAAAAAAAGZI/jtL-VtOjiLE/s400/IMG_0250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360546493378791410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR8o7Ios4I/AAAAAAAAGZQ/lTt9SvaYm8Q/s1600-h/IMG_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR8o7Ios4I/AAAAAAAAGZQ/lTt9SvaYm8Q/s400/IMG_0249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360546498988258178" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR8oZSPZCI/AAAAAAAAGZA/7WlSCco_koc/s1600-h/IMG_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR8oZSPZCI/AAAAAAAAGZA/7WlSCco_koc/s400/IMG_0251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360546489901736994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR8oGuvckI/AAAAAAAAGY4/uo-u76LnDwg/s1600-h/IMG_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR8oGuvckI/AAAAAAAAGY4/uo-u76LnDwg/s400/IMG_0253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360546484921004610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR8nmVYpxI/AAAAAAAAGYw/vFgYuClpZ58/s1600-h/IMG_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR8nmVYpxI/AAAAAAAAGYw/vFgYuClpZ58/s400/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360546476224718610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR86WCR6LI/AAAAAAAAGZY/qUdvIaOIgAY/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR86WCR6LI/AAAAAAAAGZY/qUdvIaOIgAY/s400/IMG_0258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360546798267132082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one week's of practise is all gone. All down the drain. Again. Have to pick myself up &lt;b&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All this time I was wasting hoping you would come around&lt;br /&gt;I've been giving out chances every time and all you do is let me down&lt;br /&gt;And it's taking me this long, baby but I figured you out&lt;br /&gt;And you're thinking we'll be fine again but not this time around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to call anymore, I won't pick up the phone&lt;br /&gt;This is the last straw, don't wanna hurt anymore&lt;br /&gt;And you can say that you're sorry but I don't believe you baby&lt;br /&gt;Like I did before, you're not sorry, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking so innocent, I might believe you if I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;Could've loved you all my life if you hadn't left me waiting in the cold&lt;br /&gt;And you got your share of secrets and I'm tired of being the last to know&lt;br /&gt;And now you're asking me to listen 'cause it's worked each time before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had me falling for you honey and it never would've gone away, no&lt;br /&gt;You used to shine so bright but I watched all of it fade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we had was a dream. This dream has to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes humans are just weird creatures. You started this mess, so you'd better clean it up. Self control a little please? Getting sick and tired of everything you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-3639571823124122469?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3639571823124122469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3639571823124122469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3639571823124122469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3639571823124122469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-had-me-falling-for-you-honey.html' title='You had me falling for you honey.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmR79b8mzVI/AAAAAAAAGYo/IYUF3_kJYtA/s72-c/IMG_0157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-537353277616447615</id><published>2009-07-18T13:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:44:33.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thousand promises that never seemed to help me before.</title><content type='html'>Watched last night's episode of Fei Tian just now. Cried, not like shit but still, I haven't been crying because of TV dramas in the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's true. You need to break your heart badly before you realise that the dream is over and you've got to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hurts the same when nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's just how it goes&lt;br /&gt;And I, I won't say anything at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't see you a while&lt;br /&gt;But I guess it depends&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it depends&lt;br /&gt;And maybe if I pretend that&lt;br /&gt;If it's out of sight, it's out of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nobody is wrong&lt;br /&gt;And nobody is right&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is right&lt;br /&gt;Then how come tonight&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of me is gone again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand promises that never seemed to help me before&lt;br /&gt;A hundred less and I would stumble till I found the back door&lt;br /&gt;With nothing left to think I'll probably sit around and ignore&lt;br /&gt;The apathy that always leads me&lt;br /&gt;And always finds a way to break me down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so used to just hanging on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janson's house later. Hopefully I won't die from my own cooking. I wanna be a passable cook though! Like whip up edible food -_- Kinda look forward to it :D And then dinner at Aunt's house later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro's gonna bring an entourage of people to fetch me. Z. HAHA, quite funny actually because it's like on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmFgYrdWucI/AAAAAAAAGXY/a_vtmUIVGZA/s1600-h/scan0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmFgYrdWucI/AAAAAAAAGXY/a_vtmUIVGZA/s400/scan0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359671008646576578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bro:&lt;/b&gt; What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; -prods finger at mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmFgYeiU8CI/AAAAAAAAGXQ/c5H7xTECthQ/s1600-h/scan0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmFgYeiU8CI/AAAAAAAAGXQ/c5H7xTECthQ/s400/scan0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359671005177770018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; -puts finger into mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bro:&lt;/b&gt; -smiles sweetly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmFgYJPBoeI/AAAAAAAAGXI/TrNSlHUVf0E/s1600-h/scan0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmFgYJPBoeI/AAAAAAAAGXI/TrNSlHUVf0E/s400/scan0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359670999459668450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Us:&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;It only hurt a bit&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like shit&lt;br /&gt;And I think you won't be able to recognize me now&lt;br /&gt;It's easier to quit&lt;br /&gt;Harder to admit and&lt;br /&gt;You're pushing me, you're fucking pushing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling so easy&lt;br /&gt;Make me skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;I'm always on my knees for you&lt;br /&gt;You break like it's even&lt;br /&gt;When you're leaving and&lt;br /&gt;Thin, where the hell have you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you always win&lt;br /&gt;You always win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughin' like it works&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding like it don't hurt&lt;br /&gt;Knock you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Even if you need me&lt;br /&gt;Tear you apart, and I hate how I need you&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-537353277616447615?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/537353277616447615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=537353277616447615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/537353277616447615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/537353277616447615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/thousand-promises-that-never-seemed-to.html' title='A thousand promises that never seemed to help me before.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SmFgYrdWucI/AAAAAAAAGXY/a_vtmUIVGZA/s72-c/scan0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-2677029277209249165</id><published>2009-07-17T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:22:08.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playground school bell rings again.</title><content type='html'>Seriously could have done better for Integration test. Careless careless mistakes. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from talk by this World Toilet Organisation guy. Kinda hilarious. Like he totally went like 'bitch' and 'shit' damn loudly -_- Funny much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are really dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm such a forgetful person! I forgot to take my textbook and notebook home to study for Chem! Help? Electrolysis!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, things are starting to become clear. Is that a sign of letting go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I should've seen it coming but I guess I'm not the only fool.&lt;br /&gt;Should I waste my time and let you lead me on and on and on and on?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-2677029277209249165?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2677029277209249165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=2677029277209249165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2677029277209249165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2677029277209249165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/playground-school-bell-rings-again.html' title='Playground school bell rings again.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-6085216735368238299</id><published>2009-07-14T19:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:17:22.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart breaks too fast when they're sentimental.</title><content type='html'>I totally felt like bitching but I guess the little angel in me told me not to, because I don't even know that person that well. So I shouldn't be jumping into conclusions even though, I'm still utterly disgusted. Like sheeez, I've never seen anyone like &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; before. Well, I don't know you, just that everything I hear about you is always negative, nothing positive, nada. So I shall just be little angel. For today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the fellow seniors blogging on the EDS Blog, I guess there's nothing more I can say. Well, basically, we're actually saying what we want to say like some broken recorder. I didn't say it's a bad thing, it's kinda good that we feel the same way at the end of the day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really good at expressing myself through words and think enough has been said. Thanks to those for being photographers of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Videos:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fl9GvyaQcTU" target="_blank"&gt;Year 4s 'Nobody' dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pF8a9TKXtEQ" target="_blank"&gt;CK doing a pirouette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a438zUJLdOs" target="_blank"&gt;CK doing a body wave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxqlRFODII/AAAAAAAAGUg/GafaWG1tDRA/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxqlRFODII/AAAAAAAAGUg/GafaWG1tDRA/s400/055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358274845137046658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional Shortlegs &amp;amp; Longlegs photo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxqlGMzONI/AAAAAAAAGUY/vCXYvZdCdLM/s1600-h/5374_108525242141_577837141_2685711_4607598_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxqlGMzONI/AAAAAAAAGUY/vCXYvZdCdLM/s400/5374_108525242141_577837141_2685711_4607598_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358274842216052946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 4s :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxqkx1FhOI/AAAAAAAAGUQ/dpKGcPAE_1I/s1600-h/5374_108525692141_577837141_2685717_701792_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxqkx1FhOI/AAAAAAAAGUQ/dpKGcPAE_1I/s400/5374_108525692141_577837141_2685717_701792_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358274836747879650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yusiang-pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxqkjJHFWI/AAAAAAAAGUI/z26rL2-S50A/s1600-h/5374_108526532141_577837141_2685827_3406649_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxqkjJHFWI/AAAAAAAAGUI/z26rL2-S50A/s400/5374_108526532141_577837141_2685827_3406649_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358274832805336418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maureen-pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxqklefxfI/AAAAAAAAGUA/S4O2xoRyVrk/s1600-h/5374_108527767141_577837141_2685840_3760882_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxqklefxfI/AAAAAAAAGUA/S4O2xoRyVrk/s400/5374_108527767141_577837141_2685840_3760882_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358274833431905778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 3s made us do 'Nobody' by Wonder Girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxsT4t9CjI/AAAAAAAAGW4/k3tlb8Woxoc/s1600-h/5893_113440656464_563456464_1922641_1841490_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxsT4t9CjI/AAAAAAAAGW4/k3tlb8Woxoc/s400/5893_113440656464_563456464_1922641_1841490_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358276745562491442" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxsTleHxqI/AAAAAAAAGWw/iZgEnSnV0vc/s1600-h/5893_113440661464_563456464_1922642_890288_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxsTleHxqI/AAAAAAAAGWw/iZgEnSnV0vc/s400/5893_113440661464_563456464_1922642_890288_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358276740395812514" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxq_wiFxxI/AAAAAAAAGVI/Rw9ttB2nB1U/s1600-h/5374_108528352141_577837141_2685847_625457_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxq_wiFxxI/AAAAAAAAGVI/Rw9ttB2nB1U/s400/5374_108528352141_577837141_2685847_625457_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275300256237330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing Hokey Pokey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxq_hsx-lI/AAAAAAAAGVA/8dAbIrs_D8I/s1600-h/5374_108529832141_577837141_2685879_3740320_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxq_hsx-lI/AAAAAAAAGVA/8dAbIrs_D8I/s400/5374_108529832141_577837141_2685879_3740320_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275296274545234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 3s: Maureen-pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxq_oqRntI/AAAAAAAAGU4/bqWHEXKDPS4/s1600-h/5374_108529837141_577837141_2685880_1518727_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxq_oqRntI/AAAAAAAAGU4/bqWHEXKDPS4/s400/5374_108529837141_577837141_2685880_1518727_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275298143084242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yusiang-pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxq_bCdliI/AAAAAAAAGUw/nq9tOUjr2j0/s1600-h/5374_108529842141_577837141_2685881_7172274_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxq_bCdliI/AAAAAAAAGUw/nq9tOUjr2j0/s400/5374_108529842141_577837141_2685881_7172274_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275294486435362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie-pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxq-yc-KbI/AAAAAAAAGUo/LfLDjERDpWc/s1600-h/5374_108538362141_577837141_2686136_100916_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxq-yc-KbI/AAAAAAAAGUo/LfLDjERDpWc/s400/5374_108538362141_577837141_2686136_100916_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275283591768498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kellie and her random shot of me -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxrR5SPH1I/AAAAAAAAGVw/xPR7ZioEkC8/s1600-h/5374_108538787141_577837141_2686142_6325085_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxrR5SPH1I/AAAAAAAAGVw/xPR7ZioEkC8/s400/5374_108538787141_577837141_2686142_6325085_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275611843305298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 3s forfeit for not finding us in a game of Hide 'N Seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxrRtb5OZI/AAAAAAAAGVo/X4xPPZ9juu4/s1600-h/5374_108541012141_577837141_2686157_6203233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxrRtb5OZI/AAAAAAAAGVo/X4xPPZ9juu4/s400/5374_108541012141_577837141_2686157_6203233_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275608662587794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxrRRupScI/AAAAAAAAGVg/7x0bfRjjTHU/s1600-h/5374_108542392141_577837141_2686182_85442_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxrRRupScI/AAAAAAAAGVg/7x0bfRjjTHU/s400/5374_108542392141_577837141_2686182_85442_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275601225042370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Head: Jialing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxrRHCSoBI/AAAAAAAAGVY/A9rN6EfnOlE/s1600-h/5374_108542397141_577837141_2686183_7950097_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxrRHCSoBI/AAAAAAAAGVY/A9rN6EfnOlE/s400/5374_108542397141_577837141_2686183_7950097_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275598354653202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Head: Jamie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxrQ3YL5mI/AAAAAAAAGVQ/vd_K37kwBSw/s1600-h/5374_108542402141_577837141_2686184_4746582_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxrQ3YL5mI/AAAAAAAAGVQ/vd_K37kwBSw/s400/5374_108542402141_577837141_2686184_4746582_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275594151519842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treasurer: Priscilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxrm4ArbYI/AAAAAAAAGWY/idw1mNH_lxk/s1600-h/5374_108542992141_577837141_2686190_2952773_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxrm4ArbYI/AAAAAAAAGWY/idw1mNH_lxk/s400/5374_108542992141_577837141_2686190_2952773_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275972278480258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secretary: Casandra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxrmj7WKPI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/GErQHRuZcIE/s1600-h/5374_108543002141_577837141_2686191_6478316_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxrmj7WKPI/AAAAAAAAGWQ/GErQHRuZcIE/s400/5374_108543002141_577837141_2686191_6478316_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275966887405810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head of Logistics: Yusiang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxrmZxVnhI/AAAAAAAAGWI/yUoQOHlr0Ws/s1600-h/5374_108543007141_577837141_2686192_2393574_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxrmZxVnhI/AAAAAAAAGWI/yUoQOHlr0Ws/s400/5374_108543007141_577837141_2686192_2393574_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275964161072658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head of Publicity: Jeviene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxrmFkc9GI/AAAAAAAAGWA/WGT6hWv0UTs/s1600-h/5374_108543752141_577837141_2686196_7215572_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxrmFkc9GI/AAAAAAAAGWA/WGT6hWv0UTs/s400/5374_108543752141_577837141_2686196_7215572_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275958738318434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head of Welfare: Wenxin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxrl3zwF6I/AAAAAAAAGV4/sfZoUDhOAZM/s1600-h/5374_108544257141_577837141_2686208_3150578_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Slxrl3zwF6I/AAAAAAAAGV4/sfZoUDhOAZM/s400/5374_108544257141_577837141_2686208_3150578_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358275955044390818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairperson: Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxsUOTJwlI/AAAAAAAAGXA/8fT4uBWm6Iw/s1600-h/5374_108544282141_577837141_2686212_3390352_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxsUOTJwlI/AAAAAAAAGXA/8fT4uBWm6Iw/s400/5374_108544282141_577837141_2686212_3390352_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358276751355658834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice-Chairperson: Sylvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the Year 3s will bring EDS to scale greater heights! I'm sure they will :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was scanning photos for Mr Yeo, and... I got so addicted, so I scanned like quite a lot of photos :D&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxsTffRVMI/AAAAAAAAGWo/rn3XRgv8jbU/s1600-h/scan0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxsTffRVMI/AAAAAAAAGWo/rn3XRgv8jbU/s400/scan0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358276738790020290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Keroppi, eye got trampled by my foot -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxsTLo0bCI/AAAAAAAAGWg/nY7wJASXGH8/s1600-h/scan0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxsTLo0bCI/AAAAAAAAGWg/nY7wJASXGH8/s400/scan0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358276733461359650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK LIKE A CAUCASIAN BAD BOY!!! OMG, SHUAI NOTZXZX!?!?! :D -swoons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro asked me to scan my naked baby photo, craziness. I look like a naked baby boy with a &lt;b&gt;vagina&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The briefing today was -_-, like Leon and I totally stayed back for 2 hours for a 10 minutes talk? And we're like damn suay please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Vora:&lt;/b&gt; People within this age group (1 May 1993 - ____ 1994) are chosen to take part in this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leon:&lt;/b&gt; So means those January, February no need to take?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Uh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leon &amp;amp; I:&lt;/b&gt; WTF.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More baby pics on FB. I swear Bro used to be so cute. WHAT HAPPENED!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-6085216735368238299?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6085216735368238299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=6085216735368238299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6085216735368238299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6085216735368238299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart-breaks-too-fast-when-theyre.html' title='Heart breaks too fast when they&apos;re sentimental.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlxqlRFODII/AAAAAAAAGUg/GafaWG1tDRA/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3719207458112165316</id><published>2009-07-11T23:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:24:35.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding a tidal wave on an ocean of emotion, my heart rips me wide open.</title><content type='html'>Maybe things weren't as bad as what I thought they seem afterall. I guess, it's just me being oversensitive as usual. But still, not all the Year 4s came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things have to come to an end, and I think it ended pretty well, and beautifully this year. The Year 3s put in a lot of effort in planning, the whole Amazing Race thing, and then trying to torture the Year 4s (Made us carry stuff and tried to embarrass us in public :O) but I truly enjoyed it, and I really hope that &lt;b&gt;all&lt;/b&gt; of you, will continue to work together hand in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, always integrate! Never differentiate! Always add someone to your power, and divide your jobs, things will be done easily. And I'm sure constants ar useful :) (Talking cock again, for the whole night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juniors, your notes are all really sweet, and I'm kinda like lost, now that everything has really come to an end. We've officially step down, so you guys must buck up. No more slack and undisciplined CCA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys are the bras to our undies :)&lt;br /&gt;We totally compliment each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run Walk &lt;b&gt;HOP&lt;/b&gt; Skip Jump. Go Jeviene!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love my Sunshine Sinyee forever. Smileeeeee you toothead! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group 1's awesomezxzx! Love Charmaine and Clara, like totally had an awesome chat session with you guys :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey guys, my new name is now Stephanie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do I seriously seriously look like someone called 'Stephanie' -_- Or someone whose name has a 'knee' in it, like Daphne.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna steal piccies/viddies from people some other time. Mwaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat to the max. I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; Comm and all Year 4s! You guys are like the best people of my life! Love our craziness, dancing 'Nobody' in the middle of sky garden, doing Hokey Pokey, taking 'Shi Lian Pai', 'Qian Shou Guan Ying' and Bollywood shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guy thought Desirae and I were sisters. HAHAHA. Coolios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At Outram Park MRT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Random Guy:&lt;/b&gt; Hey, are you girls from the beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desirae &amp;amp; I:&lt;/b&gt; O_O? Beach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; ECP?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desirae:&lt;/b&gt; Uh no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RG:&lt;/b&gt; You two look like sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Desirae &amp;amp; I:&lt;/b&gt; -stares at each other- HAHAHAHA.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave behind the beauty of regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; I was joking about my new name. I'm still Huien. Does HEHE rhyme?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-3719207458112165316?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3719207458112165316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3719207458112165316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3719207458112165316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3719207458112165316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/riding-tidal-wave-on-ocean-of-emotion.html' title='Riding a tidal wave on an ocean of emotion, my heart rips me wide open.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-2728960494679214702</id><published>2009-07-10T21:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:24:56.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're happy to pretend everything's gonna be okay.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's handover. It seems so fast, like almost a year has passed, and it's now our turn to pass the positions to our juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun? Yea, I guess I did. Even though I had my fair share of shit and bitterness. I enjoyed Year 2 and 3 life in EDS a lot, in a way, Mt. Sinai bonded our level as a whole. We went home together, talked along the way, knew more about each other. I like the feeling that we felt like a big happy family, that got along really well and everything would seem to be fine after dance practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then responsibilities came on, we started to take charge of certain stuff. Felt the stress, felt the heat but what does it matter? Enjoying the process was what's most important I guess. I'm sure we did have fun, when we were thinking of all kinds of weird ideas. Sometimes, planning seems even better than the real thing, and I've learnt never to keep your expectations too high, lest they fall short of it, and you end up with disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, Tanjong Rhu isn't all that good afterall. Sad to say, we kinda didn't really bond anymore, because everyone goes home through different ways, and not the common MRT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly speaking, maybe it's good that everything's over. I'm kinda tired of everything. Maybe some people just won't understand, but some &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt;. Face it, we just ain't bonded anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to spoil anyone's mood, my mood isn't anywhere near good but things have to end eventually, and I'm just kinda peeved it has to end this way. Be it bondedness or not, or just that everything started to suck, maybe it's good that we end this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to sound like a bitch, and this is just how the way I saw certain things. And it's not just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times, bad times. There were definitely more of good times, EDS gave me the time of my life, it's the thing that keeps me going every week, it's the reason why I go to school. But towards the end, sadly, it wasn't really that much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things have to come to an end, and I'm sad that it has to be this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever really bonds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's just a wishful thinking of my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best for juniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Particarly &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;. I love you to the max, one big red heart.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much that I wanted to give you but I can't anymore. I never really had the capability of doing it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, it'll all be over. The day has to come. I dread certain things, unhappiness but it'll soon be over.&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SldbY3NZ6WI/AAAAAAAAGT4/nbCyBaB-aOs/s1600-h/IMG_1220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SldbY3NZ6WI/AAAAAAAAGT4/nbCyBaB-aOs/s400/IMG_1220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356850764475656546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SldbYjBmVNI/AAAAAAAAGTw/1b-OugEd6QM/s1600-h/IMG_1219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SldbYjBmVNI/AAAAAAAAGTw/1b-OugEd6QM/s400/IMG_1219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356850759057429714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never had a full comm picture. See what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not trying to ruin anyone's perfect day/night. It's just me and my world. Ok final.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-2728960494679214702?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2728960494679214702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=2728960494679214702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2728960494679214702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2728960494679214702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/were-happy-to-pretend-everythings-gonna.html' title='We&apos;re happy to pretend everything&apos;s gonna be okay.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SldbY3NZ6WI/AAAAAAAAGT4/nbCyBaB-aOs/s72-c/IMG_1220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7769508124042547751</id><published>2009-07-08T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:36:28.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lost in me is the need in you.</title><content type='html'>Bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, RX says it's 2 months 20+ days to EOYs! Finally, felt the jitters and that amount of time doesn't seem to be enough, for &lt;b&gt;once&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer seems, not so alluring nowadays, considering the fact that I get major splitting headaches. (Crap, got to do ACE this weekend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to see you soon Huiying! And hmmmm, love my son. &lt;i&gt;When can I see you again?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty upset.&lt;br /&gt;Where's my sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furr-reaking busy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7769508124042547751?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7769508124042547751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7769508124042547751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7769508124042547751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7769508124042547751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/lost-in-me-is-need-in-you.html' title='The lost in me is the need in you.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4866522471225809288</id><published>2009-07-06T16:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:55:08.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But I know if I don't take it, there's no chance.</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's wrong with me, I seem to be in a trance the whole day long. Like, my head was so heavy, and I just feel like spacing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really like my current skin, it's like a 'remix', using Lipstick Lullabies (tuesdaynight) and XIII (doughnutcrazy). Somehow, I gain pleasure by editting other people's skins rather than starting from scratch and I'm very into simplicity for skins recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished up Breaking Dawn a few days ago and I must say, I enjoyed it a lot. There was a lot of family warmth and protection between everyone, and it was just so touching to see other covens coming down, and staying to be witnesses. I love Renesmee, she just comes across as a very obedient and cute child. For some reason, I feel that Kirsten Stewart just doesn't suit the whole Bella image anymore, because she's supposed to be some sort of beauty, statuesque, if that's the word to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into Midnight Sun's drafts now. It's just so tiring to read off from the computer screen. I feel like I could do with another round of sleep, even though I've just woken up from a nap. I just wanna sleep 'til tomorrow morning.&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlG7oSsihEI/AAAAAAAAGTo/DYs-lmm_qY4/s1600-h/Mini6A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlG7oSsihEI/AAAAAAAAGTo/DYs-lmm_qY4/s400/Mini6A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355267732808041538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're a part-time lover and a full-time friend.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; my son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-4866522471225809288?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4866522471225809288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4866522471225809288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4866522471225809288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4866522471225809288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-i-know-if-i-dont-take-it-theres-no.html' title='But I know if I don&apos;t take it, there&apos;s no chance.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SlG7oSsihEI/AAAAAAAAGTo/DYs-lmm_qY4/s72-c/Mini6A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-2467214315238879217</id><published>2009-07-05T23:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:26:54.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted.</title><content type='html'>Today's experience at the Hainan Hwee Kuan was pretty good I guess, like, helping out, even though I'm not a member, and then this governer from Hainan (I think) came all the way here, and there was this whole ceremony thing. Like today's and tomorrow's papers will talk about it, if I'm not wrong. That was what I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Adeline and I were made to hold like trays, so the guests will take wet towels from her tray then when they're done, they'll place their used ones on mine. Both of us had to bear with the super loud lion dance troupe, like seriously, they were just in front of us. Cringed to the maximum, and this guy, purposely went to bang his cymbals like probably five times harder than his other member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite interesting, apparently, I was the youngest but probably looked the oldest among the girls :D Hahahaha, I'm so used to people thinking I'm from University! HOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy:&lt;/b&gt; Hey, are you from SIM or NUS??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Errr, I'm from Secondary school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy:&lt;/b&gt; Huh? (Looks at Adeline) Which secondary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adeline:&lt;/b&gt; I'm not in Secondary school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guy:&lt;/b&gt; Then which Primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adeline:&lt;/b&gt; I'm in university.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And random people kept thinking that we held scholarships (!?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yea played games, and I went to hug this small boy, to escape from eating the cake, so yea, and after that, apparently the boy asked his mum if he could ask me to hug him again. I took the chance to run away. Damn scary :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K session was pretty fun, horrible voice and yes, turns out Yen Tinge is Chang Hsien's sister. No wonder she looked so familiar, because I've seen her around in school before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm dead beat. Swensen's Earthquake at 10pm in the night. I'm super full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watching Ah Long Pte Ltd for the 3rd time never fails to crack me up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE MY BABY :D :D&lt;/b&gt; Actually slept super still while hugging him last night. Omgzx. Next day, he was still in my arms and not on the floor :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Look into your heart and you'll find love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me find the will to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-2467214315238879217?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2467214315238879217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=2467214315238879217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2467214315238879217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2467214315238879217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-tried-to-be-chill-but-youre-so-hot.html' title='I tried to be chill but you&apos;re so hot that I melted.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-793555548583220532</id><published>2009-07-04T19:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:22:35.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are my convictions blinded by your spotlight?</title><content type='html'>I don't know if today was awesome or not. Every moment, every time spent with you is a treasured memory. Maybe I shouldn't view it as a bad thing, maybe things will be better like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your confirmations, may have brought me down time and again but I don't know why I have such perserverance (Well, nicer word for stubborness). Or maybe, I can't imagine life without you anymore. I've never felt this way before, you make me weak in my knees, you make my heart beat like crazy, you make me blush like a tomato. With you, I've got to tell myself to breathe. Crazy eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart beat beats me senselessly&lt;br /&gt;Why's everything got to be so intense with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to handle all this unpredictability&lt;br /&gt;In all probability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a long shot, but I say why not&lt;br /&gt;If I say forget it, I know that I'll regret it&lt;br /&gt;It's a long shot just to beat these odds&lt;br /&gt;The chance is we won't make it&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I don't take it, there's no chance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the best I got&lt;br /&gt;So take a long shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I waited for fact to come of fiction&lt;br /&gt;And you fit my description&lt;br /&gt;I never saw you coming&lt;br /&gt;But we'll make it &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many confirmations I need, at least 3 has happened. I don't want to give up &lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will treasure the toy, it's like the cutest thing ever, because of the special meaning behind it. When I'm an old spinster next time, maybe I can hug it and just be reminded of you. &lt;i&gt;You're such a smiling sweetheart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks anyway, for doing something that you don't like. Exception I guess :) I guess, that's the most precious thing I've ever gotten?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't you know that&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;Even if you leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can love&lt;br /&gt;You can lust&lt;br /&gt;You can use me&lt;br /&gt;All you want&lt;br /&gt;You can lie&lt;br /&gt;You can trust&lt;br /&gt;You confuse me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just confusing myself but it's ok, I'm still holding on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A setback doesn't mean much to me anymore, I've never been like this before, and since I've come pretty far, so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't have you, then I don't want anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You're the best I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not upset, I kinda know it. You just mean a whole deal to me. And cheers to whatever we've got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-793555548583220532?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/793555548583220532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=793555548583220532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/793555548583220532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/793555548583220532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-are-my-convictions-blinded-by-your.html' title='Why are my convictions blinded by your spotlight?'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-808371469881841827</id><published>2009-07-03T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:37:17.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bury that sound, so no one hears anything now.</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty obnoxious this week, it hardly is normal. Too many things happening, all overwhelming me at the same time. Seriously, I feel like, some irritating prick. I can't stand the way I'm behaving, so yea, explains my horrendous attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What's wrong, what's wrong now? Too many, too many problems. Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's crashing down, suddenly, in just the first week of Term 3. WHAT THE F IS GOING ON!? Hell. &lt;i&gt;A carwreck on the highway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's all the little things in life that makes me happy? Well, hope my weekends turn out well. At least, they seem like they will. And I actually brought my Chemistry TB home to study for an open book test, something that I'd totally &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; do, and I'd never done so for the past 3 half years of my pathetic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to burn off money. Just walk into Esprit, look at nice clothes, take the sizes, take many clothes at one go, and head to the fitting room. Sometimes, it's just so much easier to seek comfort in retail therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 blouses, 2 berms, 1 belt. I think I'm happy. Sometimes, spending quality time (Even though bimbotic) with your family is really super heartwarming. At least, you don't feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Laughing like it works&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding like it don't hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too fucking easy, make me skin and bones&lt;br /&gt;I'm always on my knees for you&lt;br /&gt;Break like it's even&lt;br /&gt;When you're leaving and thin&lt;br /&gt;Where the hell have you been&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you always win, and you always win, you always win&lt;br /&gt;I will burn all this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it's not about love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, I really don't understand why the last episode of Season 2 was so bullshitty! For one, well, Nerissa got her deserts, but she &lt;b&gt;ISN'T&lt;/b&gt; suffering. She &lt;b&gt;HAS&lt;/b&gt; to pay for all the suffering and hurt for whatever she'd inflicted on others. Instead, she's deludedly living in her own fantasy world, thinking she's ruling Kandrakar, Meridian, Zamballa, (Some rock planet), Earth whatever, in the Heart of Meridian. And the ending, just leaves everyone else hanging there!!! Obviously the guy saw through the whole glamour thing! Obviously there is something wrong with him! The producers so need to produce a freaking third season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then The Brink of Law! How can you claim that you &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; someone so much, and then you brutally stab him in his abdomen? If you love your son so much, you wouldn't even want to harm him and yet you killed him? So much for trying to reconcile and protecting him. Why do shows have stupid endings? Rijin doesn't &lt;b&gt;deserve&lt;/b&gt; to die. Xiangqing doesn't need another blow, she's lost her brother, she doesn't need to lose her boyfriend. Horrendous ending! Why didn't the HKers complain to the TV channel (Like they did for a few other shows) and ask the producers to make an alternate ending!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agitated much. I'm being super hormonal. It's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have my own private slumber party tonight. Let's party, froggies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; Thanks Hanying! For the Keroppi stuff! :D Super cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-808371469881841827?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/808371469881841827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=808371469881841827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/808371469881841827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/808371469881841827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/bury-that-sound-so-no-one-hears.html' title='Bury that sound, so no one hears anything now.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-6203626698598165075</id><published>2009-07-01T18:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:38:23.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>They slap you like a bitch and you take it like a whore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Did I let you down to get that sound&lt;br /&gt;And break my knees to get release&lt;br /&gt;And you needed some just to take you from&lt;br /&gt;And I hit you more&lt;br /&gt;Is your face still sore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I tried&lt;br /&gt;It was never mine&lt;br /&gt;And I can still pretend&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all depends&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a little crazy all the time&lt;br /&gt;But I can try to hide it&lt;br /&gt;That's still mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try a little more&lt;br /&gt;A little more&lt;br /&gt;A little more&lt;br /&gt;They slap you like a bitch&lt;br /&gt;And you take it like a whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a cheap perfume&lt;br /&gt;I hate this room&lt;br /&gt;So testify&lt;br /&gt;But I still tried&lt;br /&gt;And you need that stamp&lt;br /&gt;Little handshake tramp&lt;br /&gt;And you hit me more&lt;br /&gt;And my face is still sore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I tried&lt;br /&gt;It was never mine&lt;br /&gt;And I can still pretend&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all depends&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a little crazy all the time&lt;br /&gt;But I still try to hide it&lt;br /&gt;That's still mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try a little more&lt;br /&gt;A little more&lt;br /&gt;A little more&lt;br /&gt;They slap you like a bitch&lt;br /&gt;And you take it like a whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upside down&lt;br /&gt;And around&lt;br /&gt;And around&lt;br /&gt;Just another piece&lt;br /&gt;Till you need another sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faze them out&lt;br /&gt;I know what you scream about&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guilt in me is the hurt in you&lt;br /&gt;And the hurt in you is the lost in me&lt;br /&gt;And the lost in me is the need in you&lt;br /&gt;And the need in you is the guilt in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try a little more&lt;br /&gt;A little more&lt;br /&gt;A little more&lt;br /&gt;They slap you like a bitch&lt;br /&gt;And you take it like a whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upside down&lt;br /&gt;And around&lt;br /&gt;And around&lt;br /&gt;Just another piece&lt;br /&gt;Till you need another sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try a little more&lt;br /&gt;A little more&lt;br /&gt;A little more&lt;br /&gt;They slap you like a bitch&lt;br /&gt;And you take it like a whore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upside down&lt;br /&gt;And around&lt;br /&gt;And around&lt;br /&gt;Just another piece&lt;br /&gt;Till you need another sound&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MqAetEnUDQ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MqAetEnUDQ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Serena (For your super cute toy, video on it can be found on Bro's FB. HAHAHA!), Siyin (For your awesome Hello Kitty mouse, IT'S FRIGGING PRETTY!) and Sinyee (Your super super colourful cards! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how my email to Mr Yap looks like, really pretty (Definition: Colour coded and neat). I'm a freaking sucker for colour coded stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to JJ (If you ever read this): &lt;b&gt;I AM MRS CALEB.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate aim of world governance is to provide coordination over areas where national governments are not capable of adequately addressing as independent polities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, &lt;b&gt;who cares&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-6203626698598165075?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6203626698598165075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=6203626698598165075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6203626698598165075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6203626698598165075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/07/they-slap-you-like-bitch-and-you-take.html' title='They slap you like a bitch and you take it like a whore.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-5038231303717309406</id><published>2009-06-26T20:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:28:46.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do you have to put down my dreams, so you're the only thing on my mind?</title><content type='html'>I'm bloated. Gah, mini 6A gathering at Kuishinbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear when I saw Alex eating that one whole plate of Sashimi, I was like gonna puke -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, will upload piccies when Amelia upload the piccies :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyuan says I look cute with Iris. Awwww, she's super cute :) (&lt;b&gt;MWAHAHAHA, LOVEEEE CUTE PEOPLE :D :D :D&lt;/b&gt;) Apparently, she was like,"HI!!!!", then I look up, and stared at her with some blank look or something for super long -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks Grandson for actually wishing me 'Happy Birthday' on your FB status!&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkS-Z0m_eXI/AAAAAAAAGTg/4CmpCbUOf2Y/s1600-h/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 51px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkS-Z0m_eXI/AAAAAAAAGTg/4CmpCbUOf2Y/s400/Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351611608051186034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go check out my status!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I've got interesting names for people (Or rather, interesting relationships) heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena wifey, Hubbs miss you tonnes! YOU WON'T FREAKING GET QUARANTINED RIGHT!!!!!!! Come back to SG and let me hug you like a koala bear :D Hohos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/b&gt; HEH! IODINE NEHNEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deborah:&lt;/b&gt; Yes! I know! Haha, it's super cute. For a moment, I was thinking,"Since when did I become Angela?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-5038231303717309406?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5038231303717309406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=5038231303717309406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5038231303717309406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5038231303717309406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-do-you-have-to-put-down-my-dreams.html' title='Why do you have to put down my dreams, so you&apos;re the only thing on my mind?'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkS-Z0m_eXI/AAAAAAAAGTg/4CmpCbUOf2Y/s72-c/Image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-1543442282801067932</id><published>2009-06-25T20:18:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T20:13:01.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't know who I was supposed to be at fifteen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;Foreword:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It's a long and not so entertaining post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I was contemplating to blog with another lyrics in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Except for the fact, it was my birthday. My stupid birthday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years ago, I wanted to put my blog song as some chinese song on this day, when yours truly turns sixteen (Uh huh, I don't feel the difference because I've already sneaked into a NC16 show, and I've already watched R21 shows, so hmmmmm, where's Sex and the City!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;昨天我十五岁&lt;br /&gt;你说今像含苞的蔷薇&lt;br /&gt;我猜那句是赞美 有个性又女人味&lt;br /&gt;今天我十六岁 我一个人过生日派对&lt;br /&gt;我哭着想那词汇 原来你是想离别&lt;br /&gt;为了你我不顾妈妈反对&lt;br /&gt;我相信爱会给人智慧&lt;br /&gt;当眼泪不自觉地往下坠&lt;br /&gt;你像陌生人离开座位&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago, I thought this birthday would be really horrible, I thought I would just stone my day off (Because there's nothing to do and yes, Huiying, double standards ._.) Well, I guess it wasn't THAT bad, and it's just, could be better. Because 4 important people weren't there. When we're 18/21, it's so gonna be different! (LET'S MAKE BITCH CLAN LAST!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know people, thanks for your well wishes. Well, I made 1 wish, and it didn't come true. Maybe, because I didn't wish the right way - &lt;b&gt;Usual clasping of hands, smiling retardedly in front of your cake, shut your eyes tightly, and go,"Oh please oh please oh please, let dream boy come fly to me now!!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess trying to be Irma doesn't really work, I was just staring at myself in the mirror, and repeating my wish in my mind, hoping for something to happen, and bah, nothing happened. It's okay, I'm pretty contented :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty frogged up! It's a good thing, I feel so Will (Even since P6 years, we just have this frog fetish thing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;THANKS A WHOLE LOT DEBORAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thanks for spending well, 7 hours with me! It may just be the 2 of us, simple chit chat, eating and almost puking, and singing like siao zhar bors, but y'know, I've never really celebrated with any friend for the past 15 years of my life, and there, I spent my 16 birthday, with my daughter! Awwww :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate fondue, Starbucks and Kbox. I swear, chilling is fun. But let's do it at Coffee Bean next time. I'm definitely a Coffee Bean lover, count me out of Starbucks. I would &lt;u&gt;prefer&lt;/u&gt; an Ice Blended Mocha any day! It's amazing how we kept spamming Love Story, sang it like 3 1/2 times! Hahahaha. FUNFUNFUN! They should have all of Taylor Swift's songs (E.g. &lt;b&gt;YOU BELONG WITH ME&lt;/b&gt;, Our Song etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've to say that I was pretty annoyed by the constant vibration of my phone this morning, I was like tossing and turning, and was trying so hard to get more sleep and I just sat up and went,"OKOK! NO MORE SLEEPING! GRRRR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I should seriously be less sensitive to sounds! A tired man, is an angry man! I remember how pissed I was 2 days ago, like I was trying to nap before training, then Mum's voice was super loud, it kept disturbing me, and I was like tsk-ing, tossing and turning like mad! DROVE ME INSANE, I SWEARRRRR!!!!!!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a big &lt;b&gt;thanks&lt;/b&gt; to all who wished me, I wonder if I'll become super blessed or what! (Have been watching too much W.I.T.C.H. I swear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote"&gt;In order of timing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; Justin: Yes, I'm &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; putting you as 12 because, since I wished you earlier, and you wished me earlier too, therefore thou shall be first. Cheers to brotherhood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; Qiqian: Uh oh, Po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; Jasmine: Iodineeeeeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; Hanying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt; Colin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt; Shikai: SIMS 3 heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt; Fangqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt; Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; Leonard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt; Yongquan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt; Sumei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt; Junjie: &lt;b&gt;CALEB&lt;/b&gt; IS THE HOTTEST! Haha, smsing at 3+ in the morning lands you at my register number!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14&lt;/b&gt; Deborah: THANKS SO MUCH DAUGHTER! PAPA LOVES YOU :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt; Huiying: Hey, even though we couldn't meet up today but it's fun with you all the time! Doesn't really matter &lt;b&gt;when&lt;/b&gt;. It's the person that counts! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16&lt;/b&gt; Sweeyan: Even though you couldn't come due to exams but I know you wanted to come! Well, you've been saying so since forever (not really) but your presence is felt. You should have come! I was wearing really high heels today! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt; Stephen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; Ruixin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19&lt;/b&gt; TJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20&lt;/b&gt; Xintian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21&lt;/b&gt; Kellie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22&lt;/b&gt; Siyin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23&lt;/b&gt; Timothy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24&lt;/b&gt; Szeyuen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25&lt;/b&gt; Ken Leong: &lt;b&gt;Awww&lt;/b&gt;, aren't you jealous wifey? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26&lt;/b&gt; Yeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27&lt;/b&gt; Junrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28&lt;/b&gt; Noel Yap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29&lt;/b&gt; Bryan: THANKS GRANDSON! FOR PLASTERING MY BIG NAME EVERYWHERE! AHMA &lt;b&gt;LOVES&lt;/b&gt; YOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30&lt;/b&gt; Xingfang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31&lt;/b&gt; Xinyuan: Miss you babe, still as lovable and cute as ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;32&lt;/b&gt; Wanyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;33&lt;/b&gt; Eugene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;34&lt;/b&gt; Weilee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;35&lt;/b&gt; Serena: WIFEYYYYY. TOY! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;36&lt;/b&gt; Natasha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;37&lt;/b&gt; Shuqi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;38&lt;/b&gt; Jocelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;39&lt;/b&gt; Yokeming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;40&lt;/b&gt; Vincent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;41&lt;/b&gt; Charissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;42&lt;/b&gt; Marie: Haven't seen you for ages, gym buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;43&lt;/b&gt; Vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u&gt;QIQIAN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qiqian:&lt;/b&gt; happy 16th birthday&lt;br /&gt;sweet sixteen or whatever u call it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Eh I thought nobody's birthday today O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qiqian:&lt;/b&gt; ok loi take it back ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Oh yea, I can copy conver actually&lt;br /&gt;Proof&lt;br /&gt;Hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qiqian:&lt;/b&gt; unappreciative leh u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; OH YEA&lt;br /&gt;HAVEN'T SAID THANKS YET&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;THANKS :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qiqian:&lt;/b&gt; ah&lt;br /&gt;good girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; o_o&lt;br /&gt;Omg can't imagine you saying that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qiqian:&lt;/b&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;neither can i&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; You sounded like some lao ahpek or smt&lt;br /&gt;Like&lt;br /&gt;Guai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Qiqian:&lt;/b&gt; rofl&lt;br /&gt;mr ___!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;Ack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;JASMINE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/b&gt; Hello U Iodine Enchanting Not-ugly (LOL cant think of ath) woman! Hope you have a great 16th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; -_-&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA THANKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHA np&lt;br /&gt;sry my vocab sucks&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I was like Iodine o_o?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jasmine:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHA lol tt was random&lt;br /&gt;oh then N i was thinking nehnehpok -.- but then nt v appropriate&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Hello U Iodine Enchanting Nehneh&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA Can alrd&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Enchanting nehneh -.-&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnp5EYqNI/AAAAAAAAGSg/uCywNTioSfE/s1600-h/FB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 99px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnp5EYqNI/AAAAAAAAGSg/uCywNTioSfE/s400/FB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351305120381970642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnp0vCGVI/AAAAAAAAGSY/Ccqx1eXgvB8/s1600-h/FB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnp0vCGVI/AAAAAAAAGSY/Ccqx1eXgvB8/s400/FB2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351305119218669906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnpgROPmI/AAAAAAAAGSQ/6hSuvlscio4/s1600-h/FB3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnpgROPmI/AAAAAAAAGSQ/6hSuvlscio4/s400/FB3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351305113724927586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOo5-tv0uI/AAAAAAAAGSo/Z6OnBhQYxSk/s1600-h/FB4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 52px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOo5-tv0uI/AAAAAAAAGSo/Z6OnBhQYxSk/s400/FB4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351306496287167202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The good thing about this year? I managed to talk to old friends, Colin and Marie. One that I've not talked to since P1 and the other, we've not seen each other for years :) It's amazing, the power of technology.&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOkhHM9u5I/AAAAAAAAGQs/Vuz0VRBrT0k/s1600-h/P1030642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOkhHM9u5I/AAAAAAAAGQs/Vuz0VRBrT0k/s400/P1030642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351301671022345106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearly tradition. Cake, cards, presents. Check. Wait no, my heels and Breaking Dawn ain't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOkg-ky4xI/AAAAAAAAGQk/VsM0C4Y1MKI/s1600-h/P1030643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOkg-ky4xI/AAAAAAAAGQk/VsM0C4Y1MKI/s400/P1030643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351301668706378514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOkgpbELAI/AAAAAAAAGQc/MdvimjhG4qs/s1600-h/P1030644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOkgpbELAI/AAAAAAAAGQc/MdvimjhG4qs/s400/P1030644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351301663028423682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More forced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOkgP_r_KI/AAAAAAAAGQU/ThYZGHm8nE4/s1600-h/P1030647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOkgP_r_KI/AAAAAAAAGQU/ThYZGHm8nE4/s400/P1030647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351301656202706082" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOkfwGzo4I/AAAAAAAAGQM/Ymh2mmlhaDQ/s1600-h/P1030648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOkfwGzo4I/AAAAAAAAGQM/Ymh2mmlhaDQ/s400/P1030648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351301647642633090" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOl6UCx2HI/AAAAAAAAGRc/vZm_RgMYtFs/s1600-h/P1030650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOl6UCx2HI/AAAAAAAAGRc/vZm_RgMYtFs/s400/P1030650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351303203477641330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOl57FHWLI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/7dQHyZm6kOk/s1600-h/P1030651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOl57FHWLI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/7dQHyZm6kOk/s400/P1030651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351303196776552626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Momo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOl5mwgIZI/AAAAAAAAGRE/8LXkm3VsW_4/s1600-h/P1030652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOl5mwgIZI/AAAAAAAAGRE/8LXkm3VsW_4/s400/P1030652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351303191321387410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Deborah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOl5SbXgPI/AAAAAAAAGQ8/YpJ_GBvaZ5s/s1600-h/P1030653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOl5SbXgPI/AAAAAAAAGQ8/YpJ_GBvaZ5s/s400/P1030653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351303185864032498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Maijong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOl4-jm5eI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/4ejQ1UXhCF4/s1600-h/P1030660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOl4-jm5eI/AAAAAAAAGQ0/4ejQ1UXhCF4/s400/P1030660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351303180529886690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt's card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnagau-GI/AAAAAAAAGSI/ay6K7oOEtFc/s1600-h/P1030661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnagau-GI/AAAAAAAAGSI/ay6K7oOEtFc/s400/P1030661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351304856066783330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, Will! Frog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnaPfm47I/AAAAAAAAGSA/rLDJXieSM6g/s1600-h/P1030654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnaPfm47I/AAAAAAAAGSA/rLDJXieSM6g/s400/P1030654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351304851523822514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From well, the rest of the Royal Family (:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnZ9e1t2I/AAAAAAAAGR4/vbLuuvvhEKU/s1600-h/P1030657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnZ9e1t2I/AAAAAAAAGR4/vbLuuvvhEKU/s400/P1030657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351304846688761698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the card. Cool much huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnZjV1AlI/AAAAAAAAGRw/YemwNGc803I/s1600-h/P1030658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnZjV1AlI/AAAAAAAAGRw/YemwNGc803I/s400/P1030658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351304839671644754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keroppi madness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnZD0zMuI/AAAAAAAAGRo/sEF6iHOphZY/s1600-h/P1030659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnZD0zMuI/AAAAAAAAGRo/sEF6iHOphZY/s400/P1030659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351304831211614946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah's card! HEHE :D&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOrINdB4QI/AAAAAAAAGSw/7LRlNjJk-eM/s1600-h/P1030629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOrINdB4QI/AAAAAAAAGSw/7LRlNjJk-eM/s400/P1030629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351308939785003266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Band Concert&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Sixteen's over, I guess there's &lt;b&gt;Sassy Seventeen&lt;/b&gt; next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.S.&lt;/b&gt; I love &lt;u&gt;Caleb&lt;/u&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOr-jdbFnI/AAAAAAAAGTY/4poOweY6d_U/s1600-h/caleb-witch-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOr-jdbFnI/AAAAAAAAGTY/4poOweY6d_U/s400/caleb-witch-04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351309873405171314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOr-bE6WlI/AAAAAAAAGTQ/c7YqRLYoD2Q/s1600-h/2637522961_a6f51535d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOr-bE6WlI/AAAAAAAAGTQ/c7YqRLYoD2Q/s400/2637522961_a6f51535d0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351309871154879058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOr-YvyCKI/AAAAAAAAGTI/PKluG5BtyAk/s1600-h/375423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOr-YvyCKI/AAAAAAAAGTI/PKluG5BtyAk/s400/375423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351309870529382562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOr-DnLAfI/AAAAAAAAGTA/sR0QXp1IVUE/s1600-h/2637522957_7a30ae4709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOr-DnLAfI/AAAAAAAAGTA/sR0QXp1IVUE/s400/2637522957_7a30ae4709.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351309864856125938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOr9_korGI/AAAAAAAAGS4/KEslLqYJJhs/s1600-h/2637520831_92a9e87770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOr9_korGI/AAAAAAAAGS4/KEslLqYJJhs/s400/2637520831_92a9e87770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351309863771745378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-1543442282801067932?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1543442282801067932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=1543442282801067932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1543442282801067932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1543442282801067932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-didnt-know-who-i-was-supposed-to-be.html' title='I didn&apos;t know who I was supposed to be at fifteen.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SkOnp5EYqNI/AAAAAAAAGSg/uCywNTioSfE/s72-c/FB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-8462818510166291165</id><published>2009-06-22T17:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:44:39.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not.</title><content type='html'>Deborah's so lameeeee (Look at her tag) RX exclaimation-marked you because you -.- sy. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High tea at Mariott Hotel today! Hahaha, awesomezx. I love the cake. And I was being pretty cheapo (As usual).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;At the cake area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aunt:&lt;/b&gt; Wah, the char siew soh not worth it (It's like $2.20 for one pathetic small ball)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Yea, totally, look at the muffin, so huge, $3.20 only, can store like 2-3 char siew sohs. So much more worth it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And went on to eat somemore at NYDC. I swear, I almost died. I ate lots of potatoes and cheese. Potato salad, spud-nik, then Bro's &lt;b&gt;red hot chilli pepper&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought new heels today, not the chioest thing (I saw 2 other chioer one, both don't have my size, zzzz) but still chio :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really dreading birthday. Let's chill at Starbucks and sip fraps, I swear. Burn off my birthday, burn off the Starbucks voucher, burn off my money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Double standards, yes yes, sigh, I've no idea. You could write a book on how to ruin someone's perfect day. Well, I get so confused and frustrated, forget what I'm trying to say.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear Bella is so sexually active for a plain highschool girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I will not make love with you until you've been changed. I will never hurt you again.'&lt;br /&gt;-Edward Cullen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I took a chance, I took a shot&lt;br /&gt;And you might think I'm bulletproof, but I'm not&lt;br /&gt;You took a swing, I took it hard&lt;br /&gt;And down here from the ground, I see who you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of your attitude&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you love me then you cut me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need you like a heartbeat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a step back, let you go. I told you I'm not bulletproof. Now you know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-8462818510166291165?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/8462818510166291165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=8462818510166291165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/8462818510166291165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/8462818510166291165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-might-think-im-bulletproof-but-im.html' title='You might think I&apos;m bulletproof but I&apos;m not.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4743869129918530713</id><published>2009-06-20T15:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T18:57:55.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at first sight, never thought it could happen to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;But you made me believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kidnap my heart&lt;br /&gt;Take me with you&lt;br /&gt;Kidnap my heart&lt;br /&gt;Make my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Take me away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause falling in love ain't very far&lt;br /&gt;Not far from the start&lt;br /&gt;Kidnap my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I quit&lt;br /&gt;My old ways&lt;br /&gt;I quit ignorin’ all the things you say&lt;br /&gt;Quit gettin’ high&lt;br /&gt;Stayin’ out all night&lt;br /&gt;I quit to keep you from lettin’ me go&lt;br /&gt;You say it’s over, but I’m sayin’ no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit! I quit! I quit!&lt;br /&gt;But I ain’t givin’ you up&lt;br /&gt;You got that somethin’ that I can’t get enough of&lt;br /&gt;I’d give you anything&lt;br /&gt;But I ain’t givin’ you up&lt;br /&gt;Either way, you’re the fix&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I quit! I quit! I quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me&lt;br /&gt;Another shot&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me baby for the things I forgot&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never be&lt;br /&gt;In your magazines&lt;br /&gt;They got two reasons for leavin’ me flat&lt;br /&gt;But I got a big one for takin’ me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit! I quit! I quit!&lt;br /&gt;But I ain’t givin’ you up&lt;br /&gt;You got that somethin’ that I can’t get enough of&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you anything&lt;br /&gt;But I ain’t givin’ you up&lt;br /&gt;Took a hit, you’re the fix&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I quit! I quit! I quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew I could change&lt;br /&gt;Would it change anything?&lt;br /&gt;You saw right through&lt;br /&gt;You knew and now you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit! I quit! I quit!&lt;br /&gt;But I ain’t givin’ you up&lt;br /&gt;You got that somethin’ that I can’t get enough of&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you anything&lt;br /&gt;But I ain’t givin’ you up&lt;br /&gt;Either way, you’re the fix&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I quit! I quit! I quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it! That’s it! I quit!&lt;br /&gt;But I ain’t givin’ you up&lt;br /&gt;You got that somethin’ that I can’t get enough of&lt;br /&gt;I’d give you anything&lt;br /&gt;But I ain’t givin’ you up&lt;br /&gt;Took a hit, you’re the fix&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I quit! I quit! I quit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I quit!)&lt;br /&gt;I quit! I quit! I quit!&lt;br /&gt;(That’s it! I quit!)&lt;br /&gt;That’s it! That’s it! I quit!&lt;br /&gt;(I quit!)&lt;br /&gt;I quit! I quit! I quit!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I watched Taking Five! I swear it's like soooooo cute. Like ahhhh, Ben Romans is so cuteeeeeeee! Omg, totally love him. And Joey Zehr is ultra cute as well. His voice is like so sexy. Oh wells, Ben is the hottest, cutest and sexiest :D (Totally wanna see him AGAIN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessed *_* (I see stars :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're my only reason to stay alive - If that's what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd give you anything but I ain't giving you up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-4743869129918530713?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4743869129918530713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4743869129918530713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4743869129918530713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4743869129918530713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-at-first-sight-never-thought-it.html' title='Love at first sight, never thought it could happen to me.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-202928072719154770</id><published>2009-06-19T12:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:56:40.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Square can't shine as bright as you, I swear it's true.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Hey there Delilah, what's it like in New York City&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thousand miles away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rereading Princess Diaries. I HAVE to get Breaking Dawn. By this week. Well, but I don't feel like going for training today. I'm too lazy to travel all the way to Bishan. And what's with Trigo worksheet? It takes forever to get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry just now. Ahhh, I colour-coded my clothes and Momo went to organise my clothes and disrupted my whole order and I almost lost my head. Suck majorly, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Curious Dunmanian:&lt;/b&gt; I have no comments, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ruixin:&lt;/b&gt; Ohkay, I request that you come back healthily and happily. Oh, if you see any cheap cute stuff (It's NYC, how cheap can things be ._.), just buy one. Uhm, make sure it's really cheap if not don't buy it at all -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-202928072719154770?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/202928072719154770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=202928072719154770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/202928072719154770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/202928072719154770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/times-square-cant-shine-as-bright-as.html' title='Times Square can&apos;t shine as bright as you, I swear it&apos;s true.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-1677041975996730694</id><published>2009-06-18T19:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:57:14.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could say that I'll always be here for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;But that would be a lie and quite a pointless thing to do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out my cute pet on Pet Society. I think I've lost a bit of interest in it because now the only think I can do is try to earn as much money as possible because I want to decorate my house (I realise, doing up a house, is always like the best part, same goes for Sims)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, my pet is cute and modelled after a certain someone (MWAHAHA), who says that he/she is going to beat up my pet o_o Horrible potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like celebrating my birthday anymore. Don't feel like doing so. Waste of time, maybe. Anyway it's not some big event or anything. Just sixteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, nobody cares? (Ok well, I really don't feel like celebrating anymore, I don't know why. Maybe it's good to be special and be the only one to not celebrate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is Breaking Dawn :D (HOHO, hint hint to Momo already :D :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no wait, can someone give me &lt;b&gt;Carlisle Cullen/Dr. Vampire&lt;/b&gt; for my birthday? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-smittens *_*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ruixin:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHA, What special requests? LOLOL. What's there in NYC!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-1677041975996730694?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1677041975996730694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=1677041975996730694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1677041975996730694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1677041975996730694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-could-say-that-ill-always-be-here-for.html' title='I could say that I&apos;ll always be here for you.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-1055525626705143452</id><published>2009-06-17T15:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T15:23:26.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me how does that feel to see me waving goodbye?</title><content type='html'>Actually, I realised some things ain't gonna happen anymore. I really shouldn't be hoping for a miracle. The more I hope, the harder I fall. I'm sick of disappointments. Nobody said it should be sweet anyway. And you ain't going to realise what I want. But if it were to happen, it'd be the best damn thing that would ever happen. What are the chances anyway? No, I want it to be of your own choice, and not someone telling you to do so. I'm so sick of that. I shouldn't even have thought and placed hopes in the first place. Now I just wrecked my own fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It took two days&lt;br /&gt;For me to figure out&lt;br /&gt;This isn't working out&lt;br /&gt;But I lost my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove all night&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you&lt;br /&gt;But you weren't worth the view&lt;br /&gt;I gotta hit the brakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in your soul&lt;br /&gt;Lies a lonely heart&lt;br /&gt;That only ever pumps&lt;br /&gt;For you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't relate&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta leave you here&lt;br /&gt;I can breathe without you, dear&lt;br /&gt;Just start walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how does that feel?&lt;br /&gt;With a great canyon in between me and you?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how does that feel?&lt;br /&gt;To see me waving goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're history&lt;br /&gt;I'm stranded&lt;br /&gt;Get me out&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, you can't help feeling so useless, and unrecognised. I feel sad, that even though, no matter how much I try to fight for certain people, time and again, I failed. The same thing always happens, doesn't it? If my failure to do certain things have disappointed certain people, I'm sorry. But all I can say is I've tried my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And y'know what baby, I want the best for you too. Suddenly, all those great dreams I had for you are now gone, but you're still the perfect candidate in my heart. I hope you understand what everyone wants for you and I just want you to be happy. Knowing you, is such a joy, you're like the cutest thing ever, and I just want to see you smile everyday. I fear of seeing the disappointment in your face, and then I'll tell myself that I didn't try hard enough. But maybe, certain things are better this way, better for you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling, go for it :)! No matter what happens, I think you're the best person for it and you'll always be in that position, in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you. When the time is right, I'll tell you all that I wanted to have for you and whatever, I'm still going to carry out what I want to do!!! Ahhhh, don't wanna see your disappointment but I wanna see you smile, when I finally tell you everything that I wanna say and all the hopes I had for you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then again, the bondness ain't there eh? It happens, so many times, in one community, then another. I never thought this would happen but I guess it did and I'm not the only one who realised it. I'm sick of doing so many things and pretending like I don't care. I've had enough, seriously. I'm sick and tired of all this shit. Hell, help anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm so done with Eclipse. Like finished it in 4-6 days (Can't really count 6 days because I wasn't really reading during the first 2 days of holding on to the book) Thanks Hanying for lending it to me! Now, I just need to psycho my mum into buying Breaking Dawn as birthday present. Seriously, I can't read off the computer, my eyeballs would probably pop out and get stuck on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-1055525626705143452?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1055525626705143452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=1055525626705143452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1055525626705143452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1055525626705143452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/tell-me-how-does-that-feel-to-see-me.html' title='Tell me how does that feel to see me waving goodbye?'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-940094723324952206</id><published>2009-06-15T11:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T20:51:47.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You think that you never make a mistake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;You say, you say, everyone else is to blame&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy shit, Noel checked my (obviously undone) portfolio. Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/edit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am watching W.I.T.C.H. now. It pretty much sucks but I really want to know the whole story, ever since losing touch with it in P6. Read till don't know which magazine and then we all graduated and I never bought it (Except for the first issue) The voices used are horrible I swear. And the comic is like 1 bazillion times better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lazy to wake up early tomorrow :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-940094723324952206?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/940094723324952206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=940094723324952206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/940094723324952206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/940094723324952206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-think-that-you-never-make-mistake.html' title='You think that you never make a mistake.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4493825397392183152</id><published>2009-06-14T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:09:06.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm not a saint but I'm not a sinner.</title><content type='html'>Into Eclipse. Rosalie, sounds really nice to me. Well, it's just that, because after watching a movie, the characters' faces gets etched into your mind and then you start to think oh Rob Pattinson is Edward Cullen (When he can also be Cedric). Sucks, because I really don't see why Nikki Reed is very very very beautiful :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks have passed, and my life is just wasting away, like water. Ack. My only accomplishment during the holidays was probably reading of books. Like, seriously, this is the worst time to be reading because everyone else is like mugging/doing homework/slacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gson's so cute. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I am a weapon of massive consumption&lt;br /&gt;And it's not my fault, it's how I'm programmed to function&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to talk to you again. I've got so many things to say but I just don't know where to start from. And everytime I see you, I always forget what I want to say. Looking at you just makes me forget everything, I guess. Your smile is the sweetest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a reason why they say&lt;br /&gt;That we should give it time&lt;br /&gt;But time is not enough&lt;br /&gt;And that's the reason why&lt;br /&gt;When you're young you fall in love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-4493825397392183152?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4493825397392183152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4493825397392183152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4493825397392183152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4493825397392183152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-im-not-saint-but-im-not-sinner.html' title='Now I&apos;m not a saint but I&apos;m not a sinner.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7285283736452545664</id><published>2009-06-13T12:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:02:42.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>何が僕らを待ってる?</title><content type='html'>I love my phone a lot, but I really need to change it. (Though I can't really imagine myself using any other phone because this phone is totally like an MP3 player, it's like, I don't like the Sony Ericsson player, I like my phone's touch-wheel function and the fact that it looks really nice compared to any other phone's music player, well, not that I know every single phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, my phone is conked up. Like sometimes, it just hangs and I've got to restart, then it might still hang again. If not, it will keep restarting (Omg, horror, the phone didn't want to start up). Now, it's like minor stuff, like uh, even though I've checked my missed calls, there will still be the symbol showing that I've got a missed call, and even the registering of numbers (SY case).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I have a brand new same phone again? (And I freaking need to change my laptop. Screwed to the maxzxzx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why's everything so screwed man? And I can't find my Chinese holiday homework paper, so I don't know what to write on for the essays. I can't do anything at all, Maths, Physics, Chem. Sometimes, I feel that stupidity is such a detestable thing. Like, I look at others writing non-stop, and everything, and I just can't remember my formulas, I can't remember what I've learnt. Full stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I don't make the point to remember. Or maybe it's just that I've got no interest in such stuff. Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think starting on LA journals might just be a great start, since writing doesn't really need much memory work and I think I can write. Well, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. Some screwed up holiday. I've never felt so busy before ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I'm just ranting, ignore meeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to change my phone plan, but apparently, I've to keep exploding it if not I can't change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the Olsens' birthday! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYsz85Z9Ho4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Caucasian! I swear he's like so cute. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;強く, 前へ, 進め&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be strong, go forward, move ahead&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7285283736452545664?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7285283736452545664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7285283736452545664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7285283736452545664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7285283736452545664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='何が僕らを待ってる?'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-1155771667628992230</id><published>2009-06-12T20:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T20:56:38.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand what it is that you're chasing after.</title><content type='html'>Study session with SY today. And pretty productive, I guess. Not as productive as yesterday but still, I did quite a bit :D Better than not doing anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drag Me To Hell is like a comedy -_- SORRRRRY, but it's like &lt;b&gt;quite funny&lt;/b&gt;. Lots of gross stuff I swear, lots of blearghhhhhhhh but hahaha, that's the funny part -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got shocked at certain parts, like suddenly, &lt;b&gt;BAM&lt;/b&gt; and you're like (jump).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not haunted actually and I'll be more than glad to narrate the story because it won't haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THE FEMALES IN THE SHOW DON'T REALLY SEEM TO HAVE THE HABIT OF WEARING BRAS.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA BLOODY HELL, KEPT SEEING NIPPLES, LIKE THE SHIRT GOT WET, AND YOU SEE SOMETHING STICKING OUT AND YOU'RE LIKE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"OMG, SHE'S NOT WEARING A BRA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mrs Ganush is like springing up in every direction -_- (HAHAHAHA, MRS GANUSH, IS THE HUMOUR FACTOR -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DMTH, freaky but funny. But tries too hard to scare all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got a $5 Starbucks voucher to use, birthday present from HY from last year till now, it's expiring soon! (Daughter, let's go chill :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should continue with Eclipse. I don't like being a super slow reader. Sucks man.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me feel like some snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blob blob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-1155771667628992230?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1155771667628992230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=1155771667628992230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1155771667628992230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1155771667628992230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-understand-what-it-is-that-youre.html' title='I don&apos;t understand what it is that you&apos;re chasing after.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7833777533923861913</id><published>2009-06-11T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:11:20.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All this time, how could you not know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah said 2 days ago that it was her best day of the holidays. And I hereby declare that today's my best day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Firstly&lt;/b&gt;, awesome friend. Seeing you just made me forget everything and I just hope from in within that you are that nice great friend (and didn't curse me when I called you fishbrain ._.) Freezing our asses off together was fun. I swear. Awesomezxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Secondly&lt;/b&gt;, I &lt;b&gt;completed&lt;/b&gt; like Matrices, Differentiation &amp;amp; Integration Techniques. And well, I did a little a Chem paper, looked at Geog and gave up, look at Physics and gave up, read Chem notebook and stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thirdly&lt;/b&gt;, I've started on Eclipse. Boring for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fourthly&lt;/b&gt;, thanks people :D I enjoyed myself :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel bitchy anymore :D Good, asshole to you.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do anything to deserve all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;I was never wrong.&lt;br /&gt;4+ (Well, one which I'm not sure to count) people justified and said that I was innocent, and it's just that you are being one hell of a fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, pictures from Tess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/BLOODY%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs117.snc1/4722_90770326374_596881374_2001166_6458410_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs117.snc1/4722_90770286374_596881374_2001158_8298367_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who so sneaky ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs097.snc1/4722_90770411374_596881374_2001183_4344298_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs117.snc1/4722_90770551374_596881374_2001207_5267299_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I wasn't acting cute. I didn't know how it turned out that way. I gave a really fierce look (Well, my eyes ._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs117.snc1/4722_90770476374_596881374_2001195_1387133_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With daughter :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see how not to love 4F :)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Xinyuan:&lt;/b&gt; Yups I'M GOING! (Hyperventilates) I missed you a lot. You sure it's just the both of you ._.? That's, quite sad :/ HAHA, BEATS DOING A LEVELS BADLY AND ENDING UP WITH ONLY A PSLE CERT! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7833777533923861913?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7833777533923861913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7833777533923861913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7833777533923861913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7833777533923861913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-this-time-how-could-you-not-know.html' title='All this time, how could you not know?'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-1862252759495837022</id><published>2009-06-10T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:38:19.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot wake up in the morning, without you on my mind.</title><content type='html'>Ahah. I'm super happy. After taking like god knows how long (Since the day Twilight movie came out) till last week, I finally finished reading Twilight and I've completed New Moon. Haven't been reading this quickly for a super long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only books that I could read at extreme speed were like, Princess Diaries? The first 3 books all took pretty much 1 day each, and the rest were like either 1 week or a few days. So yea, accomplishment :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I read New Moon, the more I felt Kristen Stewart shouldn't be Bella. Weird, I know. It's just, the feeling of her asking Edward to kiss her on her birthday, shouldn't be that of raising one eyebrow. But still, pretty, nevertheless. Awwwwwww :) Edward's so sweet as ever, but Jacob's just as sweet too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on homework!! Hold on, push on!!! Omg, I wanna chiong finish maths first! Seems like the easier work to me (Somehow ._.) I don't even want to think about Physics but it's okay, heaven will help me! :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a convo with Wifey. Omggggg, this feels like LDR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear wifey, I could never tell you how much I love you and want to be with you right now!!! For now, we shall just give each other online msn kisses but it's ok, soon you'll be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;xoxo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Talking to Ms Ho was just so good today, it's like you can tell her almost anything and everything, and you just feel really good after that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting week! Bro's flying off to Hainan Island tomorrow! (HIAK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey friend(s), I love you so much. I miss you so much and I can't wait to see you soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-1862252759495837022?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1862252759495837022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=1862252759495837022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1862252759495837022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1862252759495837022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cannot-wake-up-in-morning-without-you.html' title='I cannot wake up in the morning, without you on my mind.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3745326451901960485</id><published>2009-06-08T20:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:41:22.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Were you just kidding?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;'Cause it seems to me&lt;div&gt;This thing is breaking down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We almost never speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't feel welcomed anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby, what happened?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause one second it was perfect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now you're halfway out the door&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally completed the girls' part :) Pretty much satisfactory but yea, it was easy because those were the ones that learnt the previous moves before. For the guys, I hope that you guys will just remember the moves? And when the school reopen, let's use our Monday mornings and lunch breaks wisely :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever, nobody's gonna listen to me ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The classroom today, was just the perfect place to dance, I swear. It's gonna be so much more difficult when we've got to go through the hassle of moving the tables and chairs when school reopens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was either cycling plus kite flying session at ECP or movie session, and obviously, y'know which one the majority went with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tough choosing among Drag Me To Hell, Nightmare At The Museum 2, Terminator and Monsters VS. Aliens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, MVA in the end. I don't regret it actually, I'm actually starting to enjoy animation :D (e.g. The Incredibles, Kungfu Panda, Bolt) Bob is the cutest glob I've ever seen, like totallyyyyyy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello, jello with pineapples :D (wobble wobble)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yello jello yummo bingo. Taaaaaaaaaaah :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS is like super lame (but really cute) as usual :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;JJ:&lt;/b&gt; What plans do y'all have in mind?&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;PS:&lt;/b&gt; Simple plan.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And some stupid dudes were in the lift, trying to be all zzz. Deborah and I were like,"WTF" but cool PS obviously, did the awesomest thing ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glad we took neos, at the usual green screen machine. Like 7 people, weird mix, but coolios :D And we met the guys outside, with Leon Nick &amp;amp; Dillon playing Guitar Heroes. (Shit, I wanna play too)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JJ stepping on my feet is extremely itchy, like hell, he stepped on my feet like countless of times! (WTH!?!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love 4F (And how Jansey asked the counter lady,"Hey can my friend have a discount here? Her shirt says 'SOL'." We were in the korean shop, SOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby's on the plane to China now. Will miss her like truckloads. Like hell, June holidays, Sweet Sixteen, is gonna be boring without half of Bitch Clan. I've only got one bitch to accompany me :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's looking after Frex &amp;amp; Mrex???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You feel so low you &lt;b&gt;can't feel nothing at all&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you flashback to when he said,"&lt;b&gt;Forever and always.&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You didn't mean it, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Should I trust someone, that I'm supposedly not as close to as I am to you, or should I just trust you? If I don't trust you, it's like I feel guilty for not being the best friend there, but then again, how real were you originally?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just exactly, how much do I mean to you? I don't know if waiting is still worth it anymore. I'll just looking forward, to certain stuff, which might probably not happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Don't blow me hot and cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Soon I'll fall ill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1816673664495500680-3745326451901960485?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3745326451901960485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3745326451901960485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3745326451901960485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3745326451901960485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-you-just-kidding.html' title='Were you just kidding?'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7240122370072138898</id><published>2009-06-06T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T11:00:37.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me.</title><content type='html'>Gosh, am in love with &lt;b&gt;You Belong With Me&lt;/b&gt; by Taylor Swift. Especially the video.&lt;br /&gt;I like the cute guy in the vid, shall watch Hannah Montana (Movie) because of him and laugh at her when she falls off the beautiful horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/palpY5-FPLI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/palpY5-FPLI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find that&lt;br /&gt;What you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me, you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking the streets, with you and your worn-out jeans&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;Lauging on a park bench, thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hey isn't this easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by and waiting at your back door&lt;br /&gt;All this time how could you not know?&lt;br /&gt;Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're about to cry&lt;br /&gt;And I know your favourite songs and you tell me about your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought just &lt;b&gt;maybe&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7240122370072138898?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7240122370072138898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7240122370072138898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7240122370072138898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7240122370072138898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/think-i-know-where-you-belong-think-i.html' title='Think I know where you belong, think I know it&apos;s with me.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7895969910096236811</id><published>2009-06-05T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:23:12.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna hurt you, 'cause I don't think it's a virtue.</title><content type='html'>Studying today. RX pangseh me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Elmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at homework. Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making no sense, because I didn't nap this afternoon X_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love using Bro's Macbook :D Ahhhh, never knew it could be such fun! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A few days ago, Prime Minister Mori was given some Basic English conversation training before he visits Washington and meets president Barack Obama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The instructor told Mori Prime Minister, when you shake hand with President Obama, please say 'how are you'.&lt;br /&gt;Then Mr. Obama should say, 'I am fine, and you?' Now, you should say 'me too'. Afterwards we, translators, will do the work for you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks quite simple, but the truth is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mori met Obama , he mistakenly said 'who are you?' (Instead of 'How are you?'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Obama was a bit shocked but still managed to react with humor:&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I'm Michelle's husband, ha-ha...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Mori replied 'me too, ha-ha.. .'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was a long silence in the meeting room.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently that's supposed to be a true incident, according to the Japanese Embassy in US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Band Concert tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How on Earth could I be anymore obvious?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7895969910096236811?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7895969910096236811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7895969910096236811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7895969910096236811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7895969910096236811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-wanna-hurt-you-cause-i-dont.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna hurt you, &apos;cause I don&apos;t think it&apos;s a virtue.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7794447576971688219</id><published>2009-06-03T20:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:33:17.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I'm singing</title><content type='html'>I'm glad I let it all out. All that I wanted to say. Well maybe not all but at least, the outline of what I wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it's not that I'm ungrateful for whatever you've done for me, it's just that, sometimes you just don't know how to say certain stuff. I really want to thank you for everything but in this era, sometimes it's not easy to say a word of thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, sometimes, I just want to have a kid, and teach him/her the way I want to, and make the parent-child relationship a really fun, and open thing. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I've got one of those 'gay-like' bands from Sweeyan. LOL. Sia la, looks damn gay on him ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, one thing still freaks me out. From 5 years ago till now, ackkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've finally watched Camp Rock. After Disney Channel was cancelled, finally it was played on Channel 5 but I had to tape it down and managed to watch only just now. Ah, feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Demi Lovato and Joe Jonas look really awesome together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You're the missing piece I need&lt;br /&gt;The song inside of me&lt;br /&gt;I need to find you&lt;br /&gt;I gotta find you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just beside me, I'm pretty sure you know how I feel. Yea?&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting, I want to tell you that I don't mind waiting for the next few years. I pretty much made up my mind ever since we talked about that topic, I just felt like, you're worth all the waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7794447576971688219?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7794447576971688219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7794447576971688219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7794447576971688219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7794447576971688219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-voice-inside-my-head-reason-that.html' title='You&apos;re the voice I hear inside my head, the reason that I&apos;m singing'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7398335522453133114</id><published>2009-06-01T23:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:51:43.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need your loving hands to come and pick me up.</title><content type='html'>Just came back from RX's BBQ, and I'm really glad, to have connected with well, people, and primary school friends I guess. I spent the whole day on RX's card because I was chionging Maiden's Vow so most of the time, my eyes were glued to the TV. And finally, I had to switch off the TV in order to get things done effectively :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Ma's damn handsome la!!!! Wlaoooooo. How can anyone look so dashing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b72/peizhen_k/phoenixquartetvn7jt2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiPzlXBC75I/AAAAAAAAGNs/X6yw-zfo-GU/s1600-h/joemacharmaineseh-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiPzlXBC75I/AAAAAAAAGNs/X6yw-zfo-GU/s400/joemacharmaineseh-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342381406150651794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, let's list the highlights of today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt; I watched around 4 episodes of Maiden's Vow today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; I spent 7 hours on RX's card (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt; SK asked if I drank any alcoholic drink, which I didn't, because I was super high and kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt; I wore a tank top out of the house for the first time in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt; SY tried to push me into the whole grass patch of huge red ants, which I smartly turn around and he managed to only grab both of my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt; SY and YQ put cake on my face (Grossest shit ever, smelt like cream and butter, damn oily somemore, couldn't take it so I washed my face and sprayed Impulse Goddess on my face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt; I was really nice to Fred for once. Like I didn't ignore him or say mean stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt; Serena humped me :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt; My contacts didn't melt in my eyes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; I headed to ECP with 2 guys, who were shorter than me, and walked at a snail's pace. Wlao, guys where got walk so slow one. I thought my speed was quite slow already -_-&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP2GECkskI/AAAAAAAAGOU/-fGHPIaU51g/s1600-h/P1030527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP2GECkskI/AAAAAAAAGOU/-fGHPIaU51g/s400/P1030527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342384167015723586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Front of card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP2F0EQ4II/AAAAAAAAGOM/0WjhXAMViSw/s1600-h/P1030528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP2F0EQ4II/AAAAAAAAGOM/0WjhXAMViSw/s400/P1030528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342384162727846018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back of card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP2FiH7Z2I/AAAAAAAAGOE/Y0lwwKZCKCI/s1600-h/P1030529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP2FiH7Z2I/AAAAAAAAGOE/Y0lwwKZCKCI/s400/P1030529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342384157911377762" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP2FXqhppI/AAAAAAAAGN8/oS5-H1zW3nY/s1600-h/P1030542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP2FXqhppI/AAAAAAAAGN8/oS5-H1zW3nY/s400/P1030542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342384155103700626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice brand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP2E1rWLuI/AAAAAAAAGN0/P1lRLymlZPY/s1600-h/P1030543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP2E1rWLuI/AAAAAAAAGN0/P1lRLymlZPY/s400/P1030543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342384145980337890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP3KwQfvhI/AAAAAAAAGO0/oG-MF45NTF8/s1600-h/P1030549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP3KwQfvhI/AAAAAAAAGO0/oG-MF45NTF8/s400/P1030549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342385347116383762" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP3KnmzuCI/AAAAAAAAGOs/f5kTOy-YXKE/s1600-h/P1030550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP3KnmzuCI/AAAAAAAAGOs/f5kTOy-YXKE/s400/P1030550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342385344794048546" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP3KKi5KCI/AAAAAAAAGOk/xbDNllJHksY/s1600-h/P1030553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP3KKi5KCI/AAAAAAAAGOk/xbDNllJHksY/s400/P1030553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342385336992999458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP3J0LFCoI/AAAAAAAAGOc/ePwmov3oY1A/s1600-h/P1030556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP3J0LFCoI/AAAAAAAAGOc/ePwmov3oY1A/s400/P1030556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342385330987534978" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP47f0dKmI/AAAAAAAAGPk/ayJzpQAzzkM/s1600-h/P1030562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP47f0dKmI/AAAAAAAAGPk/ayJzpQAzzkM/s400/P1030562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342387284029024866" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP47IixTRI/AAAAAAAAGPc/EbfGqn_84as/s1600-h/P1030563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP47IixTRI/AAAAAAAAGPc/EbfGqn_84as/s400/P1030563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342387277780831506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute flendzxzx. LOL. (Wenzhong look-alike in primary school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP46g1sHpI/AAAAAAAAGPU/mRNiuwlS08g/s1600-h/P1030570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP46g1sHpI/AAAAAAAAGPU/mRNiuwlS08g/s400/P1030570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342387267122765458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP46SHyqiI/AAAAAAAAGPM/9EELuF5Fjpk/s1600-h/P1030572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP46SHyqiI/AAAAAAAAGPM/9EELuF5Fjpk/s400/P1030572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342387263172160034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP46MYX7BI/AAAAAAAAGPE/6CWMqm1QnAs/s1600-h/P1030576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiP46MYX7BI/AAAAAAAAGPE/6CWMqm1QnAs/s400/P1030576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342387261631097874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just &lt;b&gt;a year ago&lt;/b&gt;, I queued at SIS for the whole day, then 8pm, I ran like a madwoman, trying to get a good view. &lt;b&gt;1 year ago&lt;/b&gt;, I was super high, I jumped, sang, met new people whom I talked to for a few minutes who shared the same sentiments as me. I met disgusting people who kept pushing, using their big body or boobs. I clawed people's hair away. &lt;b&gt;1 year ago&lt;/b&gt;, I felt really special. I felt like I had this special connection with Kyle for just 1 or 2 seconds. I cried when he sang 'Empty', it touched me so much, that I couldn't help it but tear. And I felt like he looked at my direction and then everything just felt so different. &lt;b&gt;1 year ago&lt;/b&gt;, I got so crazy over Ben and his sexy ass. I was totally in love with Ben. &lt;b&gt;1 year ago&lt;/b&gt;, I was so motivated to go to Berklee, I still feel motivated. I'm not sure what I want in life, I really want to go to Boston to study though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of Romans, The Click Five, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Baby, you're my saving grace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7398335522453133114?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7398335522453133114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7398335522453133114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7398335522453133114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7398335522453133114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-need-your-loving-hands-to-come-and.html' title='I need your loving hands to come and pick me up.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiPzlXBC75I/AAAAAAAAGNs/X6yw-zfo-GU/s72-c/joemacharmaineseh-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3936622811567067182</id><published>2009-05-31T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:49:49.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never thought not having you here now would hurt so much.</title><content type='html'>Pictures from Danzage! (Well only 2 but.....)&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiKXIedWJsI/AAAAAAAAGNc/GXDosCa5P18/s1600-h/4648_86289922276_515527276_1725033_2055251_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiKXIedWJsI/AAAAAAAAGNc/GXDosCa5P18/s400/4648_86289922276_515527276_1725033_2055251_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341998279885727426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiKXIKq16TI/AAAAAAAAGNU/lbuZg1J-umE/s1600-h/n515527276_1725032_5505642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiKXIKq16TI/AAAAAAAAGNU/lbuZg1J-umE/s400/n515527276_1725032_5505642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341998274573625650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love how my hair looks (Sorry can't help it but I feel really rock chick and my hair looks pretty brown on top :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I'm not going for fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I think tongues are gonna wag. Probably say I'm a slut/whore/prostitute or something because of fishnets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I said, I &lt;b&gt;think&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiKYqZC78SI/AAAAAAAAGNk/TsKx2RkNCPA/s1600-h/P1030501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiKYqZC78SI/AAAAAAAAGNk/TsKx2RkNCPA/s400/P1030501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341999962059960610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks wifey for your fishnets and wrist thingy! Love them alot :D It added to the rock chick look I was planning to have. So muacks :D&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/1816673664495500680-3936622811567067182?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3936622811567067182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3936622811567067182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3936622811567067182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3936622811567067182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/never-thought-not-having-you-here-now.html' title='Never thought not having you here now would hurt so much.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SiKXIedWJsI/AAAAAAAAGNc/GXDosCa5P18/s72-c/4648_86289922276_515527276_1725033_2055251_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7310048373289096630</id><published>2009-05-30T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:25:08.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you were here with me tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I remember the times we spent together on those drives&lt;br /&gt;We had a million questions all about our lives&lt;br /&gt;And when we got to New York everything felt right&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here with me&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the days we spent together were not enough&lt;br /&gt;And it used to feel like dreamin' except we always woke up&lt;br /&gt;Never thought not having you here now would hurt so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;And know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time you told me about when you were eight&lt;br /&gt;And all those things you said that night that just couldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;I remember the car you were last seen in and the games we would play&lt;br /&gt;All the times we spilled our coffees and stayed out way too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time you sat and told me about your Jesus&lt;br /&gt;And how not to look back even if no one believes us&lt;br /&gt;When it hurt so bad sometimes not having you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing,&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;And know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing,&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;And know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open House was, pretty much screwed but ok. Well, it's the first (and last) JH Open House I've attended. We were like late for all 3 shows (-__- POW WOW) but it's ok. It's cool to be late. Fashionably late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I was just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though my MBTI says I'm perceiving, I'm mostly on time or earlier. Like seriously, being late is one of the few things I'm afraid of. So yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Danzage was great :D Really like D'MVMT. Just one thing holding me back though. Am really spoilt for choices for SH CCAs (Don't even know if can get promoted or not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to continue dancing but I want to join Music Society :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I really like Modern Dance but I can't imagine myself being all flowy and doing splits and what nots. I mean like, that's not me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like hot milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up&lt;br /&gt;I need your loving hands to come and pick me up&lt;br /&gt;And every night I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I can just look up&lt;br /&gt;And know the stars are&lt;br /&gt;Holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you tonight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;.:&lt;/b&gt; Hi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deborah:&lt;/b&gt; LOL! I thought none of you were going o_o You're supporting who?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7310048373289096630?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7310048373289096630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7310048373289096630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7310048373289096630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7310048373289096630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wish-you-were-here-with-me-tonight.html' title='I wish you were here with me tonight.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3925131951417223337</id><published>2009-05-27T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:26:57.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want nobody, nobody but you.</title><content type='html'>I'm excited and tired. Oh no :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy busy this week. And Fabian is leaving us on Friday. He's really cool, like seriously, he's nice (Even though I don't really get what he's teaching, maybe only Alcohols).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things to look forward to! Danzage, RX's birthday, Band concert etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My acute stomach pain is still there, seriously it doesn't feel like I overstrained myself or something. Feels weird. And I haven't been taking my medicine :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went grocery shopping with wifey today :D I'm really proud of her, and I think she'll make like a totally great housewife. Like seriously! (Looking forward to her cooking, if she's bringing any tomorrow :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously want to learn the Nobody dance. (Sorry la, people lag cannot is it -_-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-3925131951417223337?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3925131951417223337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3925131951417223337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3925131951417223337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3925131951417223337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-want-nobody-nobody-but-you.html' title='I want nobody, nobody but you.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-5658722560978468870</id><published>2009-05-25T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T22:15:25.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause your words don't translate, and it's getting quite late.</title><content type='html'>Things I'll never say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-5658722560978468870?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5658722560978468870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=5658722560978468870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5658722560978468870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5658722560978468870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-your-words-dont-translate-and-its.html' title='&apos;Cause your words don&apos;t translate, and it&apos;s getting quite late.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4622546550220515530</id><published>2009-05-24T20:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:40:09.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause I need you more than just for tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorry baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the flowers and balloons were like the combined Bitch effort thingy. But y'know what, thanks hun! Cos those balloons were really cute! (And I hope you had a meaningful enjoyable 100 days. Hoped he like the sketchbook even though........)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped everyone like the 'Opening' playlist. HAHAHA. Songs that were used in the past few EDS Nights, and super high songs like, Ultraviolet, Great DJ, Good Day, Friday Night. AWESOMEZXZX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDS Night was a total blast, I ended up taking pictures of everyone else instead. AND IT'S MY LAST EDS NIGHT (Gosh, what the hell was I thinking) I didn't take pictures with all my friends! Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad, that I managed to get a few primary school friends to watch it, and selling 21 tickets (Though not alot) was really a great satisfaction. I managed to get a large number of classmates, and good friends, and family members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything. The presence of these 21 people, really made my night. And it will continue to do so for the rest of my days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the presence of others, who didn't buy from me, were as equally meaningful and touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to a well-deserved break. And then get my engines all oiled up and get ready to be a senior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach is better now, doctor says I probably overstrained myself or something. I rejected the opportunity to get an MC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mouth and throat is prolly full of ulcers! It's burning! (And I'm eating chocolates and cookies)&lt;br /&gt;Subway cookies, yummum :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June holidays is gonna be an exciting one! Secret agent's birthday, Class outing, &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWEET 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (I hope nobody screws it up), etc.&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlFUhihtSI/AAAAAAAAGMs/bvJbnUv_bog/s1600-h/P1030362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlFUhihtSI/AAAAAAAAGMs/bvJbnUv_bog/s400/P1030362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339375052127319330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JJ and I (How contrasting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlFUK7JueI/AAAAAAAAGMk/GyZgv19wyuk/s1600-h/P1030351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlFUK7JueI/AAAAAAAAGMk/GyZgv19wyuk/s400/P1030351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339375046056589794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers, check. Subway cookie, check. Balloons, check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlFTw8pYyI/AAAAAAAAGMc/eBT3yudtvxs/s1600-h/P1030346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlFTw8pYyI/AAAAAAAAGMc/eBT3yudtvxs/s400/P1030346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339375039083537186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my bitches :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlFTpLPa5I/AAAAAAAAGMU/gOjUGKrM7nc/s1600-h/P1030295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlFTpLPa5I/AAAAAAAAGMU/gOjUGKrM7nc/s400/P1030295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339375036997266322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine Sinyee and Happy Huien! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlFTYYwTiI/AAAAAAAAGMM/Fdwtp6QG8UQ/s1600-h/P1030296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlFTYYwTiI/AAAAAAAAGMM/Fdwtp6QG8UQ/s400/P1030296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339375032490544674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sumei :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlN60aCvXI/AAAAAAAAGNM/W6wVKeJC2so/s1600-h/4393_91340467141_577837141_2409049_1231793_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlN60aCvXI/AAAAAAAAGNM/W6wVKeJC2so/s400/4393_91340467141_577837141_2409049_1231793_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339384506120060274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like a maid. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlN6vClJAI/AAAAAAAAGNE/hU4nHl3YQ3E/s1600-h/n577837141_2409064_5998267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlN6vClJAI/AAAAAAAAGNE/hU4nHl3YQ3E/s400/n577837141_2409064_5998267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339384504679474178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Kok. (I'M WEARING SHORTS K)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlN45VE1XI/AAAAAAAAGM8/c9fzTHgkkyg/s1600-h/n577837141_2409051_5238676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlN45VE1XI/AAAAAAAAGM8/c9fzTHgkkyg/s400/n577837141_2409051_5238676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339384473081664882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1816673664495500680-4622546550220515530?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4622546550220515530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4622546550220515530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4622546550220515530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4622546550220515530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/cause-i-need-you-more-than-just-for.html' title='&apos;Cause I need you more than just for tonight.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShlFUhihtSI/AAAAAAAAGMs/bvJbnUv_bog/s72-c/P1030362.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-1384952445433841463</id><published>2009-05-24T00:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:59:27.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want this to end.</title><content type='html'>Just kept saying,"It's over! It's over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all who came for EDS Night because you guys were seriously a wonderful audience. (I think I just burst my phonebill by smsing countless of people, thanking them for coming)&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShgqUZNXGtI/AAAAAAAAGME/r8DArykaAi0/s1600-h/P1030371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShgqUZNXGtI/AAAAAAAAGME/r8DArykaAi0/s400/P1030371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339063888100399826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShgpJwYnhwI/AAAAAAAAGL8/sHoF_Rwh-Do/s1600-h/P1030369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShgpJwYnhwI/AAAAAAAAGL8/sHoF_Rwh-Do/s400/P1030369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339062605831440130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShgpJgGYU7I/AAAAAAAAGL0/xKZqyC0Vtzc/s1600-h/P1030368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShgpJgGYU7I/AAAAAAAAGL0/xKZqyC0Vtzc/s400/P1030368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339062601459979186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Bitches! :D (FAVOURITE FLOWERS!!! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShgpJQZIxDI/AAAAAAAAGLs/WuoO9bymx7k/s1600-h/P1030367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShgpJQZIxDI/AAAAAAAAGLs/WuoO9bymx7k/s400/P1030367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339062597243683890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Shikai. (I was nice enough to choose small bunch :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShgpJCt0oJI/AAAAAAAAGLk/qA1VaNqdo38/s1600-h/P1030366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShgpJCt0oJI/AAAAAAAAGLk/qA1VaNqdo38/s400/P1030366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339062593572348050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Justin/Stephen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShgpI-g75hI/AAAAAAAAGLc/Telb5zjGbeY/s1600-h/P1030364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShgpI-g75hI/AAAAAAAAGLc/Telb5zjGbeY/s400/P1030364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339062592444556818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Angela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house looks like a nursery now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me in the orbituaries tomorow people! I've been having an acute stomachache for 41 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-1384952445433841463?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1384952445433841463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=1384952445433841463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1384952445433841463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1384952445433841463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-want-this-to-end.html' title='I don&apos;t want this to end.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShgqUZNXGtI/AAAAAAAAGME/r8DArykaAi0/s72-c/P1030371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7445552781171966798</id><published>2009-05-21T22:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T22:51:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby can't you see? You belong with me.</title><content type='html'>I feel really bad, for not being able to be there for the guys (like the other girls), to be there for the whole match, to be only there for the first few minutes. But I'm glad I gave it my all in the cheering, I risk getting killed (By anyone, because I'm not supposed to be outside), I'm glad, I screamed like a crazy idiot, made myself look like a fool, because &lt;b&gt;it's worth it&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'know, it feels good, just to sit there and cheer madly, and even though you hope to win and sometimes you do and sometimes you don't, the experience that you went through, actually means much more than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not win the final battle, but you won close relations. You win some, you lose some. That's part of life. I'm glad that I got a really cool bonded class. I really want to know what Janson said to you guys that made you (girls) cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, even though it was really tiring to run from PAC to the court, to and fro a few times, it was really fun and it's just unexplainable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much heard what Janson said to the guys in class and stuff, and even though, our surprise didn't manage to be a surprise, but thanks for acting surprised :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love 4Flipflop. During the rehearsal, I was like, since I can't support them, all I can do now, is to work hard, give all my best for EDS Night, since around 13+ people from our class is going. I think that's pretty much what I can do for the class?&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShVnyzvgciI/AAAAAAAAGLE/NAvBmuP8BlI/s1600-h/4F.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShVnyzvgciI/AAAAAAAAGLE/NAvBmuP8BlI/s400/4F.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338287055898178082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[4FLIPFLOP'09&lt;3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShVpfks_5lI/AAAAAAAAGLU/9btnaEmjysA/s1600-h/DSC08081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShVpfks_5lI/AAAAAAAAGLU/9btnaEmjysA/s400/DSC08081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338288924466865746" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShVpfVcn54I/AAAAAAAAGLM/8YVnRB8MXkk/s1600-h/DSC08080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShVpfVcn54I/AAAAAAAAGLM/8YVnRB8MXkk/s400/DSC08080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338288920371652482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the memories we shared are irreplaceable and unerasable :D&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/1816673664495500680-7445552781171966798?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7445552781171966798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7445552781171966798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7445552781171966798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7445552781171966798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby-cant-you-see-you-belong-with-me.html' title='Baby can&apos;t you see? You belong with me.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/ShVnyzvgciI/AAAAAAAAGLE/NAvBmuP8BlI/s72-c/4F.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3682840362819287898</id><published>2009-05-20T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:06:05.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think you and I should stay the same.</title><content type='html'>Excited! Scared! Nervous! Busy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals tomorrow against G. It's gonna be really tough and exciting. Hopefully our gentlemanly guys can put up a good fight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4F!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys, we've come so far. We cheered together, did crazy stuff together, so it's now or never!!! (I swear I'm such a fabulous poet, whatever) No matter what the outcome is, you guys will always be the champions because we know how much effort and sweat y'all have put for the past one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When y'all were training the girls last year, y'all started training as well. And it was even more intensive then our own training. You guys bonded really well, and if basketball is that common thing that brought our class closer together, I'm sure that one year was spent really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt; guys! 'Cos y'all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rock&lt;/span&gt; and all the others just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;flop&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; days to EDS Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO EDS!&lt;br /&gt;WE BRIGHT! YOU DIM!&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! HEHE!&lt;br /&gt;WE ROCK! YOU FLOP!&lt;br /&gt;E-D-S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Who still wanna buy EDS Night tickets?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to be late than never!&lt;br /&gt;So grab them before you regret forever!&lt;br /&gt;Bring along your grandfather and grandmother!&lt;br /&gt;And you'll enjoy it like there's no other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok whatever.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm so good at rhyming)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-3682840362819287898?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3682840362819287898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3682840362819287898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3682840362819287898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3682840362819287898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-you-and-i-should-stay-same.html' title='I think you and I should stay the same.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3199144117129181593</id><published>2009-05-19T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:49:22.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>越煞车越停不下来, 反而越来越爱。</title><content type='html'>Great job guys :D Totally cheered like a madwoman today! (What if I lose my voice and can't talk on Saturday! LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let chances slip by :( Quite horrible but it's ok. I'm glad you felt it. (Hopefully you meant it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible, I can't support the guys in their crucial match!!! Angry manzxzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to talk about your problems! HAHAHA. I feel so goooooooood.&lt;br /&gt;Except for a weird throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat B&amp;amp;J ice-cream. HOHOHO :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-3199144117129181593?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3199144117129181593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3199144117129181593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3199144117129181593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3199144117129181593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_19.html' title='越煞车越停不下来, 反而越来越爱。'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3770512571217538586</id><published>2009-05-17T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T16:31:50.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hold my breath because you were perfect.</title><content type='html'>Feeling jittery. And I ARE PRO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold an EDS Night ticket in less than 3 minutes during Aspen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Eh Wenzhong, &lt;i&gt;-smiles widely&lt;/i&gt;, d'you want to go for EDS Night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wenzhong:&lt;/b&gt; Maybe, who's going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Junjie, Dillon, Terence, Leon, Charlene, Teresa, Serena, Ruixin, Deborah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wenzhong:&lt;/b&gt; Oh ok then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;i&gt;Turns to Xinwei&lt;/i&gt; HAHAHA, I JUST SOLD A TICKET!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, I think I'm so funny. I behave super crazily when I'm with Huiying :D Hardly is normal. Because I think I always say the funniest/wittiest/stupidest things whenever she's around. Somehow, my mind can think in a very weird way. Like how I was telling her about me standing in front of the Watson's automated door, happily thinking it would open but it didn't, and I continued standing there and people were staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$19.80/$18.90!!! GOSH, WHY SO EX. I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE LESS THAN $10 :( ZZZZ. Don't wanna buy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEWHEEE :D I'M CRAVING FOR MOS FRIES. HAHAHAHA. I EAT MY CHILLI DUDEZXZX! (MOS CHILLI IS YUMMEH :P EVEN THOUGH I'M NO CHILLI EATER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 DAYS TO EDS NIGHT :D&lt;br /&gt;(Mummy told me that the plays are interesting! And she actually &lt;b&gt;understands&lt;/b&gt; them. Brilliant! I had to watch 'Touch With Fire' 3 times to understand the full story man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;During Strings concert yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mum:&lt;/b&gt; Can we buy bouquet of flowers and go up to the stage and give ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Feeling damn shocked and happy because I was thinking,"Wah, Mummy so nice this year! BOUQUET OF FLOWERS!&lt;/i&gt; Uh, can give at the end I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mum:&lt;/b&gt; Ohhh, I want to give Mr Ken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; HUH? FOR WHAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mum:&lt;/b&gt; He worked so hard for EDS Night...............&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzzz. What!?!?!?! LOLOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-3770512571217538586?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3770512571217538586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3770512571217538586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3770512571217538586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3770512571217538586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hold-my-breath-because-you-were.html' title='I hold my breath because you were perfect.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-2290403905034318427</id><published>2009-05-16T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T23:02:14.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Until I saw the stranger that was you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;In the halls you pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Without a hello, without a goodbye&lt;br /&gt;No second glance my way&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart, ripped it in half&lt;br /&gt;You took my smiles, my childhood laughs&lt;br /&gt;No more smiles on my face&lt;br /&gt;No more chances in this race&lt;br /&gt;I'm never going to be that girl&lt;br /&gt;Who smiles in her perfect world&lt;br /&gt;When will you see that I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Your smile, laugh and crazy hairdos&lt;br /&gt;When you turn around, I won't be there&lt;br /&gt;Took you so long to see that I care&lt;br /&gt;In the halls I pass you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My favourite hello and hardest goodbye&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Silence Dogood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Strings was awesome. Like really nice. And the encore was like damn cute please! It's just so amusing and they're such a crowdteaser. But somehow, when it was nearing the end, I just felt this sense of dread like, when the performance is over, the year 4s CCA lives just end like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a beautiful ending. But hope higher, fall harder. I don't seem to learn from the countless lessons I've had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance was super high today, hopefully I can continue pushing myself and become like, really strong (As in stamina).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO EDS! :D&lt;br /&gt;(I don't wanna cry on the stage)&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/1816673664495500680-2290403905034318427?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2290403905034318427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=2290403905034318427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2290403905034318427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2290403905034318427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/until-i-saw-stranger-that-was-you.html' title='Until I saw the stranger that was you.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4431110381137469842</id><published>2009-05-13T20:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:21:46.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to everything, coming down to nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Baby what happened?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me please&lt;br /&gt;'Cause one second it was perfect&lt;br /&gt;Now you're halfway out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Thought I knew you for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not so sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to everything, coming down to nothing&lt;br /&gt;Here's to silence, that cuts me to the core&lt;br /&gt;Where is this going?&lt;br /&gt;Thought I knew you for a minute&lt;br /&gt;But I don't anymore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were supposed to be the one that understands me the most but now I realised how much you don't know me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all I can do is to be a fake ass bitch and hide it all. Isn't it better? Sometimes, maybe being the good person might hurt badly, but as long as y'know you're doing it for a good cause, why not? Even if it means going through the same torture constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the one who truly understands me, turns out to be someone that I shouldn't even be talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was just perfect a few days back, and now, it just doesn't seem so anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temporary highs. I never seem satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's no easy way to say goodbye, so baby just say goodnight....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need me, the way I need you. I'm so tempted to just end everything, just like that. But I know I'll regret. Maybe hurting myself more would be better instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know where things are heading.&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know how scary I can be (You too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a not a thing you know about me. At all.&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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sgq6zRScbhI/AAAAAAAAGK8/eRM81FE-8M0/s1600-h/WC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sgq6zRScbhI/AAAAAAAAGK8/eRM81FE-8M0/s400/WC1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335282098550631954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to smile from within the heart.&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/1816673664495500680-4431110381137469842?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4431110381137469842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4431110381137469842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4431110381137469842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4431110381137469842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/heres-to-everything-coming-down-to.html' title='Here&apos;s to everything, coming down to nothing.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sgq6zRScbhI/AAAAAAAAGK8/eRM81FE-8M0/s72-c/WC1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-1141450753480104872</id><published>2009-05-12T22:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:47:58.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>才发觉在我心间， 有回忆碎片， 一作梦翻身， 就刺痛流血。</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;连你都会残忍隔绝&lt;br /&gt;我的心能要谁了解&lt;br /&gt;眼中烛光摇晃着熄灭&lt;br /&gt;为何把我推向边缘&lt;br /&gt;被砸坏了的一切&lt;br /&gt;卡住了我让我无法往前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;囚禁在距离笑声最远的房间&lt;br /&gt;单独隔离 寂寞地盘旋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;全世界都停了电 全世界都封了街&lt;br /&gt;我所有窗子外面 被贴上黑夜&lt;br /&gt;我呐喊思念 却没人听见&lt;br /&gt;绝望到极点剩的是疲倦&lt;br /&gt;全世界都停了电 全世界白雪满天&lt;br /&gt;才发觉在我心间 有回忆碎片&lt;br /&gt;一作梦翻身 就刺痛流血&lt;br /&gt;我卷着身体缩成一个圈 像一个句点&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;连你都会残忍隔绝&lt;br /&gt;我的心能要谁了解&lt;br /&gt;眼中烛光摇晃着熄灭&lt;br /&gt;为何把我推向边缘&lt;br /&gt;被砸坏了的一切&lt;br /&gt;卡住了我让我无法往前&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;囚禁在距离笑声最远的房间&lt;br /&gt;单独隔离 寂寞地盘旋&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;全世界都停了电 全世界都封了街&lt;br /&gt;我所有窗子外面 被贴上黑夜&lt;br /&gt;我呐喊思念 却没人听见&lt;br /&gt;绝望到极点剩的是疲倦&lt;br /&gt;全世界都停了电 全世界白雪满天&lt;br /&gt;才发觉在我心间 有回忆碎片&lt;br /&gt;一作梦翻身 就刺痛流血&lt;br /&gt;我卷着身体缩成一个圈 像一个句点&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this have to happen every time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going back to who I am before. I don't want to. I'm trying so hard to fight it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like who I've become. I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fake ass bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fisheyes tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't want to lose what I already have. Why do things always have to be like this? Or rather why am I like this?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-1141450753480104872?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1141450753480104872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=1141450753480104872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1141450753480104872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1141450753480104872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='才发觉在我心间， 有回忆碎片， 一作梦翻身， 就刺痛流血。'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7005759442436699929</id><published>2009-05-11T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:20:11.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My oh my what a wonderful day.</title><content type='html'>Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah, Zip-A-Dee-A&lt;br /&gt;My oh my what a wonderful day :D&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of sunshine heading my way&lt;br /&gt;Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah, Zip-A-Dee-A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did the craziest thing ever (No, maybe not, but crazy still)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:$ :$ :$ :$ :D :D :D :D :) :) :) :) HEHEHEHEHEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, do this! LOL &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/quizdoyouknowme/take_quiz.jsp?q=1535492&amp;amp;key=IM4N&amp;amp;tr=0406&amp;amp;rid=709687612" target="_blank"&gt;Quiz&lt;/a&gt; on FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Bro and Tess passed. LOL. Bro is cheaterbuggy too. He took again then got 100% but, still, not bad. 100%. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am damn tired :( Why isn't the busy-week-syndrome going away????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our song is the slamming screen door&lt;br /&gt;Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you're on the phone and you talk real slow&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's late and your mama don't know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our song is the way you laugh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first date, man, I didn't kiss her and I should have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And when I got home, 'fore I said 'Amen'&lt;br /&gt;Asking God if He could play it again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not slacking really. I'm finding my points for PW. Just suddenly felt a surge of happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7005759442436699929?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7005759442436699929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7005759442436699929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7005759442436699929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7005759442436699929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-oh-my-what-wonderful-day.html' title='My oh my what a wonderful day.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4316826509261333934</id><published>2009-05-10T22:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T22:39:02.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is it with you it makes me act like this?</title><content type='html'>Tired but it's worth it :) I know. Slept at 2am for the past few days. It really is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward silence but it's unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on heels never felt tiring today. Maybe it's meant to be. I could get used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With you it all comes naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say out loud, how beautiful you really are to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giorgio Armani underwear. Guys should really learn to cover up a bit. Or maybe that dude was just trying to show off that he's 'rich'. God, he had belly hair. And what's up with his Armani phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hungrrrrrry. (Serves me right for not finishing my food  D:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-4316826509261333934?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4316826509261333934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4316826509261333934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4316826509261333934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4316826509261333934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-it-with-you-it-makes-me-act.html' title='What is it with you it makes me act like this?'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-7079273206127845919</id><published>2009-05-10T01:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:50:28.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to think.</title><content type='html'>CS concert was pretty good actually, excluding the part whereby I didn't understand the Beijing Opera. I liked the Xiang Shengs, those never fail to crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have got a new found respect for Ce Ce. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are aching from writing at more 1,250 word essay. Congratulate me. I'm feeling pretty much accomplished now. I shouldn't hope to high, probably will fall more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let nature take it's course I guess, it doesn't really matter if people don't appreciate what you do for them anymore.. Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't expect anything from you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-7079273206127845919?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/7079273206127845919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=7079273206127845919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7079273206127845919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/7079273206127845919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know-what-to-think.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to think.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-3084877318442022359</id><published>2009-05-09T15:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T16:07:38.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We even got a secret handshake.</title><content type='html'>Suddenly, I'm dreading everything. This week has been a super busy week. I'm excited nervous happy whatever, but at the same time, there's this tide of dread that's about to hit me. Might breakdown anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like everything this year ain't gonna be as good as the past. It's quite saddening at the thought of that. But then again, nobody said it was going to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks. Just 14 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just not cut out for studying. Why the hell am I even in this school anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maybe I should get used to it then maybe it won't feel so horrible anymore. I've got no rights to be feeling like this anyway.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing that keeps me motivated. I wonder how long will this last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do, when my CCA life is over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was never meant as studying for me. It was more of CCA. Hung on so long for CCA. I just wanna make EDS Night the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, listening to 'Love Story' just made me cried. I've became a hopeless romantic. I know, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna eat keropok.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Marks &amp;amp; Spencers Chocolate Chip Cookies are delicious :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-3084877318442022359?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/3084877318442022359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=3084877318442022359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3084877318442022359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/3084877318442022359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-even-got-secret-handshake.html' title='We even got a secret handshake.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-1661015547130639252</id><published>2009-05-08T00:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:15:07.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want anything more, than to see your face when you open the door.</title><content type='html'>Heart to heart talk today I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Discussed a little of poster with wifey and ended up sleeping when she went off to toilet. Then we slept together. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel pretty much useless.&lt;br /&gt;Your looks just make me feel uneasy. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;It's a horrible feeling anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone called.&lt;br /&gt;And after that, I just felt like, maybe we aren't appreciating those around us enough.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're taking their existence for granted.&lt;br /&gt;You never know how much someone care for you until someone else tells you so.&lt;br /&gt;But it's better than waiting till the person departs then you realise how much they care for you.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how mean some people may be to you but sometimes, some of them are the way they are because out of love and care.&lt;br /&gt;While some people may be nice, but they just want to see the way you fail and then laugh at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be happy for this week.&lt;br /&gt;Just this week, and EDS Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will then be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2927/166/32/565884674/n565884674_1558880_4336572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2927/166/32/565884674/n565884674_1558880_4336572.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearts wifey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2736/234/67/545582439/n545582439_1593206_2876523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2736/234/67/545582439/n545582439_1593206_2876523.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be like Little Miss Sunshine (Without all the freckles of course)&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/1816673664495500680-1661015547130639252?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/1661015547130639252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=1661015547130639252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1661015547130639252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/1661015547130639252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-want-anything-more-than-to-see.html' title='I don&apos;t want anything more, than to see your face when you open the door.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-207392933800795310</id><published>2009-05-06T18:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:19:00.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I close my eyes and the flashback starts.</title><content type='html'>This week is one hell of a busy week. So many things to do, so little time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty helpless and lost. It's quite a horrible feeling because I've never felt so lost and horrible before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, my dreams last night had like some colours, and soon after, it's all black and white again. Or maybe I always dream in colours but I never remember what they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing volleyball was a little better this time round I guess. Still so embarrassing but better than before. And now that I've burst capillaries and have weird bruises on my hand, I look like an abused kid of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hand looks like some ghost just pinched me or something :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My serving sucks man. Like I miss the ball totally for like 99% of the time or something?&lt;br /&gt;Like I was happily swinging my hand and I'm like,"Eh? Where's the ball?" and turn around and see the ball drop behind me -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice one eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's ok, I managed to hit some balls. And talk about stoning and walking away from balls dropping from the sky. And I actually kept screaming when the balls came to me, plus Mr Yap (PE Teacher) was like,"You should scream longer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level Camp cancelled. Need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;Like let's totally look forward to pumping of 4 days of studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A: Shit 是不是脏话?&lt;br /&gt;B: 你觉得大便脏吗?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-owned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-207392933800795310?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/207392933800795310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=207392933800795310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/207392933800795310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/207392933800795310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-close-my-eyes-and-flashback-starts.html' title='I close my eyes and the flashback starts.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-431846174210996015</id><published>2009-05-05T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:21:54.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our song is the way you laugh.</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's just me, but when I first heard of the H1N1 (Pigs can fly, swine flew. Yes..........), I was like, this is obviously God's way of punishing humans for all the shit we've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not there's like K trying to create this virus to eliminate humans that are useless in this world. Sounds so typico L Change The World somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, I'm just praying hard it won't go 6 on the level thingy, it's like no matter how much I wanna miss school, I really don't want to end up missing Level Camp &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; EDS Night. It's our last year, I don't want to graduate from Junior High with any regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I really want EDS Night so so so badly that I totally said,"I really want EDS Night, even if it means having PTM, I just want EDS Night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PTM would totally kill me, but I'd rather get killed than to kill this last performance in EDS. It's just so crucial. It's going to leave a beautiful mark of my JH CCA. I really want to make this performance a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross our fingers, hope for the best?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-431846174210996015?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/431846174210996015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=431846174210996015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/431846174210996015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/431846174210996015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/our-song-is-way-you-laugh.html' title='Our song is the way you laugh.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-2841330405304005464</id><published>2009-05-04T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:16:46.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I no longer feel alone.</title><content type='html'>In case you saw me playing volleyball today and decided to think that I'm this big ass bimbo who wants to play volleyball but obviously can't because I hide from the ball, run away from it, complain that it's painful yada yada yada, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volleyball totally makes me look like one hell of a bimbo that wants to play it yet obviously have got no talent for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will understand the fear I have for balls, especially volleyballs. Like dude, who the hell happily walks over to the ball to touch it for the first time and before laying her hands on it, one ball just smacked from high above right onto her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of floorball too. Like totally. Doesn't really help if you get smacked in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, it's not my fault, it's how I'm programmed to function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a bitch by the way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows I don't even want to touch that ball. Ack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-2841330405304005464?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/2841330405304005464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=2841330405304005464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2841330405304005464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/2841330405304005464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-no-longer-feel-alone.html' title='I no longer feel alone.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4810037391601416432</id><published>2009-05-03T21:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:51:55.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You put your arm around my shoulder, and it was good the room got colder.</title><content type='html'>Neoprints from Deborah's birthday (and super long time ago, finally found the time to scan them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2epUVXsXI/AAAAAAAAGK0/c6NzgXccn_8/s1600-h/0015.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2epUVXsXI/AAAAAAAAGK0/c6NzgXccn_8/s400/0015.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331591966546702706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this picture the most :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2epOji3CI/AAAAAAAAGKs/ZJcQDfxaOV0/s1600-h/0011.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2epOji3CI/AAAAAAAAGKs/ZJcQDfxaOV0/s400/0011.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331591964995542050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eo6HHkaI/AAAAAAAAGKk/kkqEc4g5YFs/s1600-h/0012.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eo6HHkaI/AAAAAAAAGKk/kkqEc4g5YFs/s400/0012.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331591959507603874" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eogTVtOI/AAAAAAAAGKc/LvEpiaQLpuc/s1600-h/0013.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eogTVtOI/AAAAAAAAGKc/LvEpiaQLpuc/s400/0013.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331591952579540194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugs crawling on Ruixin's barefeet and bunny staring at Deborah's boobs o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eoVces3I/AAAAAAAAGKU/PWF2c5gF8SE/s1600-h/0014.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eoVces3I/AAAAAAAAGKU/PWF2c5gF8SE/s400/0014.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331591949665088370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn good at Maureen pose! I swear! And I'm damnnnnn addicted to it -o-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eXkA0GtI/AAAAAAAAGJs/s0iMxbxQtTk/s1600-h/0010.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eXkA0GtI/AAAAAAAAGJs/s0iMxbxQtTk/s400/0010.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331591661517806290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut my own head off while scanning it. HAHAHA. Look at Serena and I in our own world and Deborah and Ruixin in their own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eYTgVhKI/AAAAAAAAGKM/csmx31y5mmI/s1600-h/0006.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eYTgVhKI/AAAAAAAAGKM/csmx31y5mmI/s400/0006.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331591674266485922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted photos are always cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eYTDHWNI/AAAAAAAAGKE/sjmr3OUCok4/s1600-h/0007.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 119px; height: 155px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eYTDHWNI/AAAAAAAAGKE/sjmr3OUCok4/s400/0007.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331591674143922386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eYL-CGgI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/ilXAslZyXqU/s1600-h/0008.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eYL-CGgI/AAAAAAAAGJ8/ilXAslZyXqU/s400/0008.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331591672243558914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eX3E_VhI/AAAAAAAAGJ0/PM-5nVNPQFM/s1600-h/0009.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2eX3E_VhI/AAAAAAAAGJ0/PM-5nVNPQFM/s400/0009.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331591666635593234" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2bzutmsdI/AAAAAAAAGJc/7iQ3EumMKec/s1600-h/0004.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2bzutmsdI/AAAAAAAAGJc/7iQ3EumMKec/s400/0004.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331588846891479506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have coloured hair (And my looks like Granny's, in general, hair colour. Zzz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2bzzrqMHI/AAAAAAAAGJk/N0KvBzmAuTE/s1600-h/0005.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 173px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2bzzrqMHI/AAAAAAAAGJk/N0KvBzmAuTE/s400/0005.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331588848225497202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2bzcbRILI/AAAAAAAAGJU/u98Vxnvf2uw/s1600-h/0003.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2bzcbRILI/AAAAAAAAGJU/u98Vxnvf2uw/s400/0003.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331588841982730418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smartest picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2bzXwBpiI/AAAAAAAAGJM/s2HbVzzIOrg/s1600-h/0002.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2bzXwBpiI/AAAAAAAAGJM/s2HbVzzIOrg/s400/0002.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331588840727619106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2bzEN-nyI/AAAAAAAAGJE/4jFihXzOTXs/s1600-h/0001.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 246px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2bzEN-nyI/AAAAAAAAGJE/4jFihXzOTXs/s400/0001.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331588835484540706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look like I'm trying to squeeze Deborah out of the picture or something (Is it just me or do I look like Yan Xing Shu here!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm so happy it's pretty much unexplainable. This week was really productive and fruitful! :D Like I spent a lot of time on project and stuff (I mean like, it beats wasting my life away in front of the computer, i.e. Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna continue working on my top secret project. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie's Angels. Ruixin's our agent/manager/whatever you call it. Because she totally looks like one. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top secret project nothing to do with them. Just suddenly thought of the Charlie's Angels and who am I again? Cameron Diaz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Feels like Totally Spies :D Love Sam :D :D :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, I wanna watch X-Men all over again. I totally forgot the whole story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Suite, X-Men Origin anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Can someone please tell me I'm dumb or stupid because I was happily waiting for Hotel For Dogs to come out and Wenting says it's probably over alrd -_- and I always thought it wasn't out yet all this while)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-4810037391601416432?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4810037391601416432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4810037391601416432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4810037391601416432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4810037391601416432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-put-your-arm-around-my-shoulder-and.html' title='You put your arm around my shoulder, and it was good the room got colder.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sf2epUVXsXI/AAAAAAAAGK0/c6NzgXccn_8/s72-c/0015.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-5692887721469263970</id><published>2009-05-02T20:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:31:24.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can cut you into pieces, when my heart is broken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxAy9Ww7cI/AAAAAAAAGIU/Oo8KE1GpcZw/s1600-h/01052009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="quote"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I don't mind it&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind at all&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;You're the swing set&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the kid that falls&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;The way we fight&lt;br /&gt;The times I cry&lt;br /&gt;We come to blows&lt;br /&gt;And every night&lt;br /&gt;The passion's there&lt;br /&gt;So it's gotta be right&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you say don't come around here no more&lt;br /&gt;I won't remind you&lt;br /&gt;You said we wouldn't be apart&lt;br /&gt;No I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you say you don't need me anymore&lt;br /&gt;So don't pretend to&lt;br /&gt;Not love me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind it&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind at all&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;One of those bad dreams when you can't wake up&lt;br /&gt;Looks like&lt;br /&gt;You've given up&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But I want more&lt;br /&gt;No I won't stop&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just know&lt;br /&gt;You'll come around right&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you say don't come around here no more&lt;br /&gt;I won't remind you&lt;br /&gt;You said we wouldn't be apart&lt;br /&gt;No I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you say you don't need me anymore&lt;br /&gt;So don't pretend to&lt;br /&gt;Not love me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't stand there and watch me fall&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I still don't mind at all&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;The way we fight&lt;br /&gt;The times I cry&lt;br /&gt;We come to blows&lt;br /&gt;And every night&lt;br /&gt;The passion's there&lt;br /&gt;So it's gotta be right&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you say don't come around here no more&lt;br /&gt;I won't remind you&lt;br /&gt;You said we wouldn't be apart&lt;br /&gt;No I don't believe you&lt;br /&gt;When you say you don't need me anymore&lt;br /&gt;So don't pretend to&lt;br /&gt;Not love me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I don't believe you&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgosh, haven't been able to update, due to screwy internet (Which is surprisingly not screwy today! I didn't like DC at all, maybe it likes Janson or something -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sfw9HVn5QRI/AAAAAAAAGHs/pDQpDxAGWpY/s1600-h/dsc00013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sfw9HVn5QRI/AAAAAAAAGHs/pDQpDxAGWpY/s400/dsc00013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331203255172677906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sfw9HeGv8xI/AAAAAAAAGHk/kHQtr1mZoYI/s1600-h/dsc00015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sfw9HeGv8xI/AAAAAAAAGHk/kHQtr1mZoYI/s400/dsc00015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331203257449575186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'No matter what, dear Huien just &lt;s&gt;don't want&lt;/s&gt; can't show her face 'cause she knows we'd all get blinded by her beauty' -Quote Deborah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm really good at the Maureen's pose, and I'm addicted to it -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Deborah's Birthday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really had fun on Deborah's birthday. Never really like, just went out to celebrate a person's birthday, in a way, like just go out, and hit the malls and window shop. Which reminds me that Janelle's birthday is coming and she'll probably have a birthday party and I won't be able to go :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really hopes Deborah had fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughter, I never could say how much I love you and you're just so awesome! No matter how slow you may be when it comes to most stuff but you're so much smarter than the rest of us in your academia. And you're just that perfect friend, that never fails to make me smile because you're like Little Miss Sunshine. PAPA LOVES YOU :D (I know I'm 2 days late on my blog but hey, I'm probably the first person to wish her Happy Birthday. I stayed up specially for it ok!!!! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxHXN6wrLI/AAAAAAAAGIs/jw2wYH-_HCA/s1600-h/IMAGE_223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxHXN6wrLI/AAAAAAAAGIs/jw2wYH-_HCA/s400/IMAGE_223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331214523098508466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional photo before mirror before leaving Serena's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Labour Day&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the random breaking down (Well it wasn't all that random) but I just couldn't help it but felt like my efforts were wasted that instant. At least it was productive that day. I sacrificed my sleep to stay up just to do the dance, like what, I worked on it from 10pm to 3.30am when I was already super tired that night from all the walking and tuition till 8+ in the evening. But I hung on, then slept for 4 hours and went all the way to Simei and I felt that what I got was shit but it was really good in the end and &lt;b&gt;I really really really appreciated everyone's efforts!!!! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the other people will be just as enthu as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Leon is so................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sfw9HHehRPI/AAAAAAAAGHc/pYuorj74hZE/s1600-h/01052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sfw9HHehRPI/AAAAAAAAGHc/pYuorj74hZE/s400/01052009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331203251375260914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He totally ripped Ken's head off and placed it there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sfw9G-YbweI/AAAAAAAAGHU/TL9pu82LoEk/s1600-h/01052009%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sfw9G-YbweI/AAAAAAAAGHU/TL9pu82LoEk/s400/01052009%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331203248933814754" 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/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sfw9GxBKEcI/AAAAAAAAGHM/XkMS387LtX8/s1600-h/01052009%28002%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sfw9GxBKEcI/AAAAAAAAGHM/XkMS387LtX8/s400/01052009%28002%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331203245346525634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Ken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxAy9Ww7cI/AAAAAAAAGIU/Oo8KE1GpcZw/s1600-h/01052009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxAy9Ww7cI/AAAAAAAAGIU/Oo8KE1GpcZw/s400/01052009%28003%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331207303107505602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed Ken's head in the wrong direction and he looked totally retarded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxAyxjAN7I/AAAAAAAAGIM/IR-xciEFR_E/s1600-h/01052009%28004%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxAyxjAN7I/AAAAAAAAGIM/IR-xciEFR_E/s400/01052009%28004%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331207299937613746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxAysSdwnI/AAAAAAAAGIE/ovUWqHkeB58/s1600-h/01052009%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxAysSdwnI/AAAAAAAAGIE/ovUWqHkeB58/s400/01052009%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331207298526069362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headless Ken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxAyZWF0NI/AAAAAAAAGH8/Yn5muwuPcRM/s1600-h/01052009%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxAyZWF0NI/AAAAAAAAGH8/Yn5muwuPcRM/s400/01052009%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331207293441003730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice one, Ken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxAx88RHAI/AAAAAAAAGH0/y_q0uHOuvZY/s1600-h/01052009%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxAx88RHAI/AAAAAAAAGH0/y_q0uHOuvZY/s400/01052009%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331207285816499202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxHXQvKXCI/AAAAAAAAGI8/HHF1UCIDsWU/s1600-h/01052009%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxHXQvKXCI/AAAAAAAAGI8/HHF1UCIDsWU/s400/01052009%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331214523855166498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah's masterpiece -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxHXJpIBNI/AAAAAAAAGI0/CQMr_gKluQU/s1600-h/01052009%28009%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxHXJpIBNI/AAAAAAAAGI0/CQMr_gKluQU/s400/01052009%28009%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331214521950799058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken doing the perfect split -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxHWwCOGtI/AAAAAAAAGIk/nBfkj1TcuNE/s1600-h/IMG_5026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxHWwCOGtI/AAAAAAAAGIk/nBfkj1TcuNE/s400/IMG_5026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331214515076733650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxHWv0gVaI/AAAAAAAAGIc/XXBRuoMR76k/s1600-h/IMG_5028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxHWv0gVaI/AAAAAAAAGIc/XXBRuoMR76k/s400/IMG_5028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331214515019208098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SfxAy9Ww7cI/AAAAAAAAGIU/Oo8KE1GpcZw/s1600-h/01052009%28003%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm really happy. Today was really productive. I'm so sure my laptop loves Janson. When I wanted to blog this, it kept DC-ing. Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-5692887721469263970?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/5692887721469263970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=5692887721469263970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5692887721469263970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/5692887721469263970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-can-cut-you-into-pieces-when-my-heart.html' title='I can cut you into pieces, when my heart is broken.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/Sfw9HVn5QRI/AAAAAAAAGHs/pDQpDxAGWpY/s72-c/dsc00013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-6473198445462149039</id><published>2009-04-28T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:56:44.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have faith, restart.</title><content type='html'>I'm psychic, telepathic, whatever!!! I'm just cool. BAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can totally be like (whoever this star is, inserts her name here ______________) and say that,"We're best friends and we complete each other's sentences."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. GEOG ONLINE RIVER THINGY IS ULTIMATE DUMBNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what's dumber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Table Of Glory -_- (Is it trying to be like Shaolin Soccer or something???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind, whatever it is, I'm glad Ah Wu won. Jiajun is so irritating manzxzxzx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dai Yang Tian seriously look better with his hair all gelled up. Looks so retro. Totally pwn all the other actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know why he looks like Arron. TOTALLY. LOOK AT HIS HAIR. The fringe is totally Yan's fringe can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that I made an improvement (very great indeed) from selling only 1 EDS Night ticket 2 years ago (Stop laughing at me, yes I know you are).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-6473198445462149039?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6473198445462149039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=6473198445462149039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6473198445462149039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6473198445462149039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/04/have-faith-restart.html' title='Have faith, restart.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-6250791370284028432</id><published>2009-04-25T20:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:00:05.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's why I started to hate you so much.</title><content type='html'>I thought I was going to be so happy, and I was, for like what, &lt;b&gt;5 minutes&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, conventions are meant to be broken. Bloody hell. Mood totally lost. So much so I don't exactly want to talk to you anymore even though it would mean to be very rude to not reply and leave a conversation hanging. But whatever, this time round I've got to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这是一个没有答案的问题，我感觉我变了，哦谁让我变了？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've became a totally different person ever since I knew you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;People seem to love you&lt;br /&gt;They gravitate towards you&lt;br /&gt;That's why I started to hate you so much&lt;br /&gt;And I just completely ignored you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I felt the need to keep it up for so long&lt;br /&gt;It's all my fault I'm sorry you did absolutely nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I felt the need to drag it out for all these years&lt;br /&gt;All the pain &lt;s&gt;I've caused you&lt;/s&gt; (you've caused me)&lt;br /&gt;The constant flow of all the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you please find it deep within your heart,&lt;br /&gt;To try and go back, go back to the start?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about forever, let's just go back to the start, when we're all just friends. Normal friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;So here's to everything, coming down to nothing&lt;br /&gt;Here's to silence, that cuts me to the core&lt;br /&gt;Where is this going?&lt;br /&gt;Thought I knew you for a minute but I don't anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it rains in your bedroom, everything's wrong&lt;br /&gt;It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I was there when you said forever and always&lt;br /&gt;You didn't meant it baby&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I want to cry but the tears can't seem to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You (another), told me to weigh the pros and cons, I did. You felt that the pros were better, now I seriously feel like maybe the cons are weighing me down so badly that I can hardly feel a thing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not you, it's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's gotta be more to life&lt;br /&gt;Than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so what&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a rock star&lt;br /&gt;I got my rock moves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I don't need you&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm having more fun&lt;br /&gt;And now that we're done&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna show you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright&lt;br /&gt;I'm just fine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be over. Soon. Just 2 weeks. These memories will be erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whatever I'm still going to reply you. I'm not so bastard to end a conversation in the middle of nowhere.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to play Bella' Lullaby. Maybe I would feel better. Virtually impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不要害怕爱情的存在&lt;br /&gt;不然等你真的错过了&lt;br /&gt;再伤心后悔都来不及了&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-6250791370284028432?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6250791370284028432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=6250791370284028432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6250791370284028432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6250791370284028432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/04/thats-why-i-started-to-hate-you-so-much.html' title='That&apos;s why I started to hate you so much.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-279711012662559740</id><published>2009-04-24T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:43:38.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't seem to know, don't seem to care, what your heart is for.</title><content type='html'>I'm back home. Home sweet home I guess. For the past few days, my body clock has been getting on my nerves (I'm so not perceptive or whatever you call it, that makes you sound like you don't have time management).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep waking up like one hour before my wake up time -_- Sigh. And I kept dozing off during Mr Kiw's lesson. So I kept pinching myself, ask Joy to pinch me, and whenever I dozed off, she'd pinch my cheek and stuff to keep me awake. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed myself thoroughly, in a sense, talking about the past and present with Hanying is like really fun. We were like damn excited, when talking about primary school life, life in 5A/6A, canteen food in the past. It's just so amazing how these memories remain so vividly etched in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times were unforgettable. I really miss everyone from 6A, I miss the old times. I miss the old canteen food! I WILL GO BACK TO PCPS THIS YEAR!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But DHS is where I met the people who changed my life a lot. They made me stronger, we forged strong bonds, so much so, I can't imagine my life without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not about finding someone you can live with but rather finding someone you can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My laptop is making stupid noises. Got to back up my stuff real soon :/ I don't want to lose all my precious music files T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN MY LAPTOP JUST HANG ON FOR THE NEXT FEW MONTHSSSSSSSS???&lt;br /&gt;(I want a new laptop D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDS NIGHT TICKETS FOR SALE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 May 2009, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;7.30pm @ Performing Arts Centre&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/1816673664495500680-279711012662559740?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/279711012662559740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=279711012662559740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/279711012662559740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/279711012662559740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-dont-seem-to-know-dont-seem-to-care.html' title='You don&apos;t seem to know, don&apos;t seem to care, what your heart is for.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-4100840819237007241</id><published>2009-04-22T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:26:00.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything's cool as long as I'm getting thinner.</title><content type='html'>I wonder how I look like when my face is super pale. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to figure out what was the main factor that caused me so many problems today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could be due to lack of sleep or period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I pushed myself a little too hard during the stupid run. I wonder how's my timing. Held on despite a horrible horrible stitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the stupid puking feeling set in, and I started experiencing horrible cramps. They were so bad that I had difficulties walking. And my pain threshold is pretty high. So it was really quite bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And great, I felt really dizzy, so I sat near the drain (that everyone was jumping across) and started looking down. BAM!!! I started puking everything out. Walking back to school from that pretty condo was really tough. Considering the fact that the cramps were really affecting me a lot and my vision was like blurred. Y'know you're walking and the world seems to be spinning. So I just sat on the ground, at the drop off area near the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to the toilet to sit on the toiletbowl and stone. Such a horrible feeling I swear. Everything coming at one go. Thanks Ruixin for accompanying me, and holding my right hand (even though my left hand had my vomit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed some time alone I guess, so I told RX to go find the rest. And after a while, I went to sit at the sink top, and just stone. Some junior came in and was quite shocked I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I (cold)sweated profusely that it hardly isn't normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was pretty much a chain effect. Like I was losing so much blood that it probably resulted in the dizziness, and I was having such horrible cramps that it led to the vomiting? Possible? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate a banana and amazingly, I wasn't like hungry till lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone was hoping that I would die, too bad, none of that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happily ate an ice-cream during lunch :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm starting to feel that I shouldn't place my hopes too high, even though the hope seems quite high. It's true, they say,"The higher your hopes, the larger your disappointment." But I'm crossing fingers. Maybe I'll be disappointed, but at least it was appreciated and that's what really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be first in order to gain recognition, sometimes a few nods from people is enough to make you feel like everything's worth it. I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not my fault, it's how I'm programmed to function.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-4100840819237007241?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/4100840819237007241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=4100840819237007241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4100840819237007241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/4100840819237007241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/04/everythings-cool-as-long-as-im-getting.html' title='Everything&apos;s cool as long as I&apos;m getting thinner.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1816673664495500680.post-6961474960899424601</id><published>2009-04-17T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:52:44.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, it's all for the better that we end this here.</title><content type='html'>My knee hurts, like crap :( Must have looked really horrible sprawling and banging my knee right onto the ground. I think I was like not concentrating at that point of time. Bam!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard one of the best news in our lives today. We shouldn't rejoice over another person's sadness (Whatever lah), but seriously, this is called, retribution, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch your words people, because I seriously believe in karma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project, Celebration, Project, Test, Dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(First batch of pictures uploaded onto FB, my internet is screwed)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1816673664495500680-6961474960899424601?l=sketchoflove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/feeds/6961474960899424601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1816673664495500680&amp;postID=6961474960899424601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6961474960899424601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1816673664495500680/posts/default/6961474960899424601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sketchoflove.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-its-all-for-better-that-we-end-this.html' title='No, it&apos;s all for the better that we end this here.'/><author><name>Sketchoflove♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05552123369343467460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XvR-HGjXGfs/SKVxTILAYvI/AAAAAAAADZY/0Z4FL0fGCVU/S220/21022008(025).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
