<?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-1009714274747185965</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:34:16.759+08:00</updated><category term='MY BIRTHDAY'/><title type='text'>XUANROOONG!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>360</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-3865425906554726940</id><published>2009-08-22T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:12:44.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wg80Melb4ww&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wg80Melb4ww&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only there was such a sweet dude.&lt;br /&gt;but anyways, can't believe i actually listen to cheena songs.&lt;br /&gt;.__.&lt;br /&gt;k, once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;.. SO IT'S OKAY!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's choir farewell was fun.&lt;br /&gt;at least, i felt a sense of belonging.&lt;br /&gt;unlike the previous crappy CCA, really.&lt;br /&gt;today, was great too.&lt;br /&gt;well, i did all i loved.&lt;br /&gt;and then got coffeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;caffeine fix.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;real fab!&lt;br /&gt;i lurrrrrrrrrrrrve coffee. &lt;br /&gt;and, after reading so much about hotties, i wonder if such people exist.&lt;br /&gt;totally.&lt;br /&gt;like, i get all dreamy-eyed (subconsciously, duh) whenever i'm reading.&lt;br /&gt;like, the guy would always be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet.&lt;br /&gt;gentlemanly.&lt;br /&gt;HOT!&lt;br /&gt;thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;witty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, man.&lt;br /&gt;awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;in xuanrongsville, every guy shall be hot and charming &lt;big&gt;PLUS WITH A GORGEOUS AMERICAN/BRIT accent!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, at the very least, he oughta speak good english.&lt;br /&gt;no offence, but i hate poor grammer.&lt;br /&gt;(think: HOME ECONS)&lt;br /&gt;yuck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3865425906554726940?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3865425906554726940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=3865425906554726940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3865425906554726940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3865425906554726940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-only-there-was-such-sweet-dude.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8810548801677159455</id><published>2009-08-11T17:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:44:05.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time that stays eternally stagnant. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay kay, just go have a good night's sleep, and make sure you're online at 12pm for me to wish you&lt;br /&gt;tommorow shall be a wonderful day despite this most horrific thing called life.&lt;br /&gt;kay, now stop smiling to yourself when it's not your birthday YET (:&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I can imagine you jumping up and down on your chair right now&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daren Tay's hardly so sweet and nice and all.&lt;br /&gt;I should be honored!&lt;br /&gt;don't you just love being showered with tons of love?&lt;br /&gt;thanks lovely DT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333333333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;p.s/ don't forget dear ol' Wei Ren! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;italics&gt;my practically-twin&lt;/italics&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;HUGS AND TONS OF KISSES&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-8810548801677159455?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8810548801677159455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=8810548801677159455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8810548801677159455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8810548801677159455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/time-that-stays-eternally-stagnant.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-7676404110529871831</id><published>2009-08-11T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:15:57.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MY BIRTHDAY'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was my turn at the window I ordered an orange sherbet, and I had just taken my first bite when someone grabbed my arm, spinning me around.&lt;br /&gt;"Frankie!"&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Birthday."&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;"Having a good day?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mostly, yeah. I thought it would be grim without my parents, but my brother and aunt made up for it." I looked around. "Where's Nora?"&lt;br /&gt;Frankie tightened her grip on my arm. "Okay, you need to come with me now. And you may as well know, resisting is futile."&lt;br /&gt;She propelled me along the pool deck, past the spot where Peyton still lay with a towel draped over his head. She slowed me down long enough me to snag my bag and my new book before leading me out the gate.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait! What are you doing? I need to tell Peyton-"&lt;br /&gt;"Peyton knows."&lt;br /&gt;Nora appeared and fell into step beside us. "You're being kidnapped."&lt;br /&gt;"What?" My sherbet was melting; a sticky orange stream dripped down my arm. I licked the cone. &lt;br /&gt;Nora took it from me and tossed it away. "You need a break from all the nasty stuff with that Camilla person, and more recently the totally stupid gossip about you and your 'new boyfriend,' not to mention all the stress of the BOE."&lt;br /&gt;"The BOE?"&lt;br /&gt;"Betrayal of Evan. Although you could have spared yourself that if you'd listened to us." She sighed. "The good news is, now that you've seen his true colors, it shouldn't be all that hard to forget him."&lt;br /&gt;Since my brain was stuck on stupid again, I couldn't talk, so Nora did. "Plus, it's your birthday. Time for a makeover."&lt;br /&gt;Frankie nodded solemnly. "At the Beauty Emporium."&lt;br /&gt;"I can't afford that place!"&lt;br /&gt;"You can, with all the money you've made this summer, but fortunately that won't be necessary. It's all arranged."&lt;br /&gt;Frankie led me to Nora's car and opened the back door with a flourish. "Hop in."&lt;br /&gt;"Wait. I have to call Aunt B, let her know..."&lt;br /&gt;"She knows too," Nora said, starting the car and flipping the radio and the AC to full blast.&lt;br /&gt;"So everyone is in on it but me? When did you set this up?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;Nora backed out of the parking lot. "Yesterday. When you called in sick, we realised the situation was critical and something had to be done."&lt;br /&gt;"So I called my cousin Julian," Frankie said, turning around in her seat. "He's the artistic director at the BE, and when he learned of your sad plight, he agreed to give you a whole new look, pro bono."&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to thank us now," Nora said, leaning on the horn as a guy in a bright yellow Corvette cut us off. "When you win the Pulitzer just be sure we get front-row seats for the ceremony."&lt;br /&gt;Their protectiveness brought tears to my eyes and gave me a little more hope. If they were willing to go through so much trouble for me, maybe I still had a future. Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-7676404110529871831?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7676404110529871831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=7676404110529871831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/7676404110529871831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/7676404110529871831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-it-was-my-turn-at-window-i-ordered.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-7255546122942892308</id><published>2009-07-29T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:38:58.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I really don't feel like going to school on august 12th.It'll be a sad day.Someone wants me to stare at the teacher for 5 seconds then do chicken dance outsider her class just cause its her birthday.I don't dare do leh.Very embarrassing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapted from dancingwithasseslikechanghchang.blogass.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-7255546122942892308?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7255546122942892308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=7255546122942892308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/7255546122942892308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/7255546122942892308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-really-dont-feel-like-going-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-4965590571222900880</id><published>2009-07-25T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T23:41:59.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;T.L (23)       ; Afrose make chocolate babies! says:&lt;br /&gt;the only few fun u get when u in mid 30s are from ur children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XUANRONG says:&lt;br /&gt;lOl&lt;br /&gt;ass lah you&lt;br /&gt;i'd pity your wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'             T.L (23)       ; Afrose make chocolate babies! says:&lt;br /&gt;my wife shall be kalam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XUANRONG says:&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-4965590571222900880?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4965590571222900880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=4965590571222900880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/4965590571222900880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/4965590571222900880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/t_25.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8081166641780083496</id><published>2009-07-22T20:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:38:18.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;i like word.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;beautiful-sounding!&lt;br /&gt;year 2034, another solar eclipse is said to happen.&lt;br /&gt;mm.&lt;br /&gt;i'd be..&lt;br /&gt;48 by then!&lt;br /&gt;whoa. &lt;br /&gt;come to think of it, aging is a freaky thing.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna age.&lt;br /&gt;and die.&lt;br /&gt;awww, that's sad.&lt;br /&gt;well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i should just enjoy what i have now.&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't digress.&lt;br /&gt;mm.&lt;br /&gt;k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                      ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, almost grinning whn i think of my horoscope for aug.&lt;br /&gt;ohmygosh.&lt;br /&gt;it's a long story, much to explain.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;OMG&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;it's so gonna be a fantastic month.&lt;br /&gt;but to give you the gist of the stuff, &lt;br /&gt;actually, my birthday's supposedly my best day (wed) and my lucky number (12)!!!&lt;br /&gt;for august, that is.&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;so that'd be 3 good stuff in a row!&lt;br /&gt;or rather, in a day.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;i like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;august baby, i'd be waiting.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, now to blog proper.&lt;br /&gt;realise i haven't been at the com for a few days.&lt;br /&gt;and that's gotta do with all the piles of work.&lt;br /&gt;.__.&lt;br /&gt;namely, stupid chi compo.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i admit: i slacked. &lt;em&gt;alot&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it's just almost a normal thing to do!&lt;br /&gt;i kick off my shoes, dump my bag, and turn on the tv everyday.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, even before i make my way to the bathroom to wash my feet.&lt;br /&gt;which is totally ass-y.&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe i'm beginning to become a bum.&lt;br /&gt;a total bum!&lt;br /&gt;like, i leave all my h/w for the night.&lt;br /&gt;(i'm currently not started with any work, just for your info)&lt;br /&gt;and i totally stay glued to the TV.&lt;br /&gt;all channels.&lt;br /&gt;including okto.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't pull myself up to do anything other than watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;which is fcking assy.&lt;br /&gt;yuck.&lt;br /&gt;i'm becoming a frggin bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/big&gt;AND SPEAKING OF BUM!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cute can my kimbum get!&lt;br /&gt;aww man.&lt;br /&gt;the dimples?&lt;br /&gt;that smile?&lt;br /&gt;those eyes?&lt;br /&gt;that hottie??!!!&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod.&lt;br /&gt;this is love.&lt;br /&gt;and i am in love.&lt;br /&gt;good xuanrong!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  ---&lt;br /&gt;i'm digressing.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;not good.&lt;br /&gt;so today, sci was 3 periods.&lt;br /&gt;quite ok.&lt;br /&gt;i was freaked out abt physics experiments, but not today.&lt;br /&gt;well, the last few minutes anw.&lt;br /&gt;cos zoey and i were done with the stuff.&lt;br /&gt;then i &lt;em&gt;borrowed&lt;/em&gt; huimin/wenting's batteries.&lt;br /&gt;then connected.&lt;br /&gt;and the bulb was freakin bright!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and then both of us made random people come to our table.&lt;br /&gt;then we'll go "come nearer.. hold it ah!"&lt;br /&gt;then i'll connect the wires.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHHAAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;then they'll go "whoa!!"&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;real bright.&lt;br /&gt;brighter than, say.. polished diamonds.&lt;br /&gt;- just thinking of it makes my forehead weird.&lt;br /&gt;good xuanrong.&lt;br /&gt;good zoey.&lt;br /&gt;then recess.&lt;br /&gt;i spilled water all over evangelyn's bag.&lt;br /&gt;oooops!&lt;br /&gt;yeap.&lt;br /&gt;then i played ard. &lt;br /&gt;and then stomp my feet into the puddle and then tip-toed to xizhe's table.&lt;br /&gt;then i jumped and made tons of footprints there.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH!!&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;and xizhe.&lt;br /&gt;he's mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mean&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;calls himself a male.&lt;br /&gt;disgrace!&lt;br /&gt;ok, enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;then math.&lt;br /&gt;boring.&lt;br /&gt;pass.&lt;br /&gt;english.&lt;br /&gt;poetry.&lt;br /&gt;ew.&lt;br /&gt;pass.&lt;br /&gt;then chi spelling.&lt;br /&gt;it totally didn't felt like any spelling, really.&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;br /&gt;i like.&lt;br /&gt;cos i can pass.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;good xuanrong.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-8081166641780083496?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8081166641780083496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=8081166641780083496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8081166641780083496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8081166641780083496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/eclipse.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-3873927817361232731</id><published>2009-07-17T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T23:04:09.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T.L(23)         ; eli was infected with H1n1 &gt;.&lt; and he infected my coffee as well says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(class) pledge&lt;br /&gt;We the gays of _____(class)&lt;br /&gt;Pledge ourselves as a bunch of horny people&lt;br /&gt;We will do our best in bed and strive hard to achieve orgasm&lt;br /&gt;regardless of parents or teachers,we never stop watching porn&lt;br /&gt;in order to build a gay society,we must fuck as many horny guys as possible evn if it means squirting everywhere&lt;br /&gt;MASTURBATING IS WHAT WE DO BEST&lt;br /&gt;WHITE OR BLACK,WE SHALL PUT OUR DICKS TOGETHER AND SHOUT " PEW PEW!!(OR ANY FAVOURITE CLASS PHRASE)" WITH PRIDE&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hawnehhentaimeep(HHM) enterprise copyright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3873927817361232731?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3873927817361232731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=3873927817361232731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3873927817361232731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3873927817361232731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-4634300059980991903</id><published>2009-07-17T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:54:33.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0I2inJdaT8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X0I2inJdaT8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's song is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;unlike last year's.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;(think: SHINE FOR SINGAPORE! DO THE BEST YOU CAN!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;JEEZ&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always feel this feeling overwhelming me whenever i think abt NDP.&lt;br /&gt;like, esp after last year.&lt;br /&gt;i can't really put a name to it.&lt;br /&gt;it's just...&lt;br /&gt;as such.&lt;br /&gt;a kinda &lt;em&gt;singaporean&lt;/em&gt; feeling, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;but then again..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;cos fact is, i've been dying to get the hell outta here.&lt;br /&gt;frankly.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i'm so bloodeh contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;stupid xuanronggg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-4634300059980991903?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4634300059980991903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=4634300059980991903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/4634300059980991903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/4634300059980991903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-years-song-is-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-6069452468981283200</id><published>2009-07-17T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:44:22.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today.&lt;br /&gt;interesting.&lt;br /&gt;too bad mr lim didnt come.&lt;br /&gt;i missed him.&lt;br /&gt;i was so looking forward to being perked up with more jokes.&lt;br /&gt;a pity..&lt;br /&gt;so anw, PE was all abt NAPFA.&lt;br /&gt;and mr ong didnt agree to just minusing off my one round of 2.4km.&lt;br /&gt;i ran extra, you see.&lt;br /&gt;jeez, mr ong.&lt;br /&gt;take pity!&lt;br /&gt;alright.&lt;br /&gt;so recess.&lt;br /&gt;lazed around.&lt;br /&gt;umm, then sci.&lt;br /&gt;i kinda forgot what i did.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;OH I KNOW!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was trying to tie a tie.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHH!&lt;br /&gt;i know, it's retarded.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;so, zoey helped me.&lt;br /&gt;then wenting came along.&lt;br /&gt;and then jessica.&lt;br /&gt;then finally wayne kinda got enough of my crap and taught me.&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;ok good.&lt;br /&gt;thanks!&lt;br /&gt;now i know.&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;br /&gt;but it still comes out weird.&lt;br /&gt;guess i need more practice.&lt;br /&gt;well, as they say, &lt;em&gt;practice makes perfect&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;ok, then math.&lt;br /&gt;the test was faily managable (thank goodness).&lt;br /&gt;then of course, the tradition of comparing answers jumped in.&lt;br /&gt;and we were all discussing.&lt;br /&gt;willi's totally upset, though.&lt;br /&gt;he seemed to have screwed up the area.&lt;br /&gt;and keeps going "I'M BLIND. I'M BLIND!"&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;totally!!&lt;br /&gt;then he wraps his arms ard his head and bury it into the table.&lt;br /&gt;seemingly.&lt;br /&gt;i think the comparing of answers were &lt;strong&gt;reallyreally&lt;/strong&gt; amusing.&lt;br /&gt;i think i just cracked up seeing willi in distress.&lt;br /&gt;(oooops!)&lt;br /&gt;HEH! &lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, i shall take my leave now.&lt;br /&gt;and to sum it all up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;2E's entertainment is revolved around our dear vice-chair XD&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-6069452468981283200?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6069452468981283200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=6069452468981283200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6069452468981283200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6069452468981283200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/today.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-3884228119598727420</id><published>2009-07-12T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T13:47:10.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Semf6me_HZA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Semf6me_HZA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hung up the phone tonight &lt;br /&gt;Something happened for the first time deep inside &lt;br /&gt;It was a rush, what a rush &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the possibility &lt;br /&gt;That you would ever feel the same way about me &lt;br /&gt;It's just too much, just too much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth? &lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you &lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized &lt;br /&gt;And I've just got to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone &lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go &lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love? &lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush? &lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you? &lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do? &lt;br /&gt;Cause I try and try to walk away &lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever cross your mind &lt;br /&gt;When we're hanging, spending time girl, are we just friends? &lt;br /&gt;Is there more, is there more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it's a chance we've gotta take &lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe that we can make this into something that will last &lt;br /&gt;Last forever, forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone &lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go &lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love? &lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush? &lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you? &lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do? &lt;br /&gt;Cause I try and try to walk away &lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth? &lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you &lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized &lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone &lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go &lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love? &lt;br /&gt;Is it real or just another crush? &lt;br /&gt;Do you catch a breath when I look at you? &lt;br /&gt;Are you holding back like the way I do? &lt;br /&gt;Cause I try and try to walk away &lt;br /&gt;But I know this crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;This crush ain't goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy &lt;br /&gt;Goin' away-ay-ay-ay-ayy&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3884228119598727420?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3884228119598727420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=3884228119598727420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3884228119598727420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3884228119598727420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/lyrics-david-archuleta-lyrics-crush.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8047995342659760069</id><published>2009-07-10T16:34:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:01:48.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided to unlock the thingy once again.&lt;br /&gt;ok, it's so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;ya know why i don't wanna open this for this period?&lt;br /&gt;it's like, i'm practically entertaining you guys!&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;i want my blog to be like, personal and all.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, i'm pretty much amusing you guys.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm blaming anyone, 'cos this kills time anw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;but still...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to top it off, people plagiarise my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda sad, come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;like, these #$%!%$^* have no originality.&lt;br /&gt;as in, follow the way i usually speak and write.&lt;br /&gt;what's that for, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;tanlong said this blog's nice.&lt;br /&gt;and i might as well leave it like that even though it's dead.&lt;br /&gt;'cos i've gotta outdo his blog!&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;big&gt;people, people&lt;/big&gt; please tag more and more often!!&lt;br /&gt;(tanlong, watch out ;p) &lt;br /&gt;yup, that's one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;people creep in here and linger linger, and not tagging.&lt;br /&gt;it's kinda like, an acknowledgment, &lt;big&gt;so do just that, man&lt;/big&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;gee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;though this is what i'm counting on to outdo tanlong.&lt;br /&gt;but that's &lt;strong&gt;so not&lt;/strong&gt; the point.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, as part of an effort to revive this, here's something i found over the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“Come on.” The snark from Robyn’s voice is replaced with genuine surprise. She actually stops walking, and Adrian almost bumps into her. “You’re not, like, dating the captain or anything?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No,” I repeat. Not me. My best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Of course she’s not,” Fiona says. “Jocks don’t dare girls who draw dead kitties on tank tops or freak out over Duchamp. Unless they put out. But you don’t put out, do you, Emily?” I’d normally be embarrassed by this question, especially with Adrian around. But something about the way Fiona asks makes me feel like it’s okay. Or not just okay, but the right answer. So I shake my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona falls back into line with us. “Good. Stupid high school boys aren’t worth it.” She throws an arm over my shoulder. “They’re trained to like a certain type of girl, with highlights and pretty nails – the kind who are good at remembering to put on lotion every morning after they shower.” She smiles like she’s got a dirty secret. “And let’s face it… sluts.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;no hard feelings, honest! i mean, that is, unless you're admitting you're a total slut yourself. which isn't very nice to say. i just love this extract so much. so just read and then give &lt;em&gt;constructive&lt;/em&gt; comments.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-8047995342659760069?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8047995342659760069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=8047995342659760069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8047995342659760069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8047995342659760069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-decided-to-unlock-thingy-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8220601859576517078</id><published>2009-07-03T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:53:44.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.L(23)         ; Subway,Eat Fresh......Whiteway,Eat White says:&lt;br /&gt;gambling is a sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XUANRONG says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;look who's talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'            T.L(23)         ; Subway,Eat Fresh......Whiteway,Eat White says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm holy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XUANRONG says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;holy shit&lt;br /&gt;HAWH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'            T.L(23)         ; Subway,Eat Fresh......Whiteway,Eat White says:&lt;br /&gt;indian priest = holy shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait till he gets a load about his color.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-8220601859576517078?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8220601859576517078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=8220601859576517078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8220601859576517078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8220601859576517078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/t.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-4908671699043999909</id><published>2009-07-03T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T13:51:32.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;che cosa è amore?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to take up italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quel est amour?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to take up french, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-4908671699043999909?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4908671699043999909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=4908671699043999909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/4908671699043999909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/4908671699043999909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/07/che-cosa-e-amore-id-like-to-take-up.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8431559900635634700</id><published>2009-06-28T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:24:54.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, esctasy aside, i really also hope the teacher's fine.&lt;br /&gt;so, unknown teacher:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SkdE2eADwvI/AAAAAAAAA0A/rqyLgXkV-5U/s1600-h/get+well+soon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SkdE2eADwvI/AAAAAAAAA0A/rqyLgXkV-5U/s320/get+well+soon.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352322384710058738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-8431559900635634700?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8431559900635634700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=8431559900635634700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8431559900635634700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8431559900635634700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-esctasy-aside-i-really-also-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SkdE2eADwvI/AAAAAAAAA0A/rqyLgXkV-5U/s72-c/get+well+soon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-3452098039591243265</id><published>2009-06-28T18:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T18:19:14.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/big&gt;OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYGAWWWWWWWWD!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOL!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTS&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;SHIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOK&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS, I'VE NEVER BEEN THIS HAPPY FOR A LONG TIME ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTSIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE PHS.&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY DO.&lt;br /&gt;THANKS, PHS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO HAPPY I MIGHT TELL TANLONG HE'S BLACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO HAPPY I MIGHT TELL YIDA HE'S HAWT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO HAPPY I MIGHT TELL MY SIS I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO HAPPY I'D KISS THE TEACHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MUAMUA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SkdDN0uEcHI/AAAAAAAAAz4/PPo2EgZNbds/s1600-h/KISS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SkdDN0uEcHI/AAAAAAAAAz4/PPo2EgZNbds/s320/KISS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352320586922356850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really, and stupid xuanrong was wondering what excuse to come up with.&lt;br /&gt;gee, xuanrong.&lt;br /&gt;get a life man!&lt;br /&gt;WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTS!!!&lt;br /&gt;poyi and i are spamming each other with lalalalalalalas 'cos we're happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;ESCTATICCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3452098039591243265?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3452098039591243265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=3452098039591243265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3452098039591243265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3452098039591243265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SkdDN0uEcHI/AAAAAAAAAz4/PPo2EgZNbds/s72-c/KISS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-1655632946604203574</id><published>2009-06-27T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:41:52.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>truly, it only takes such a legend to create such uproar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-1655632946604203574?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1655632946604203574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=1655632946604203574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1655632946604203574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1655632946604203574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/truly-it-only-takes-such-legacy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-1530165680035829474</id><published>2009-06-27T10:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:11:23.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have never been a fan of MJ, but i &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; feel sorry for his death.&lt;br /&gt;ok, he sparked controversy and all.&lt;br /&gt;but he'd also did his part for nearly 40 charity stuff, if i rmb correctly.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so it kinda neautralises out the bad stuff, right?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;and his death..&lt;br /&gt;whoa.&lt;br /&gt;is causing such a big bang.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, it's pretty understood.&lt;br /&gt;he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; afterall, a legacy.&lt;br /&gt;one minute of silence, huge gatherings and all.&lt;br /&gt;btw, wad do you call such a scene?&lt;br /&gt;i kinda have the word at the tip of my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;just cant get it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so, wad do you call it again?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all that aside, he's a great music person.&lt;br /&gt;well, that is that the grammys and all can vouch for him.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, but who on earth who's a real loser gets so much grammys?&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;br /&gt;so meaning: MJ isn't a loser, so he &lt;em&gt;does&lt;/em&gt; does great music to earn all that.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;so he deserves respect.&lt;br /&gt;kinda.&lt;br /&gt;but even if you think he doesn't, we shouldnt frown upon him.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, we're hardly superior.&lt;br /&gt;(think: charity and grammys)&lt;br /&gt;(think &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt;: sexual child abuse, drug abuse and skin-bleaching)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pop king, they call him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-1530165680035829474?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1530165680035829474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=1530165680035829474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1530165680035829474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1530165680035829474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-never-been-fan-of-mj-but-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-896413862194968596</id><published>2009-06-25T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T23:39:13.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, for a project meet-up.&lt;br /&gt;we had tons of fun in the library.&lt;br /&gt;and it didnt even &lt;em&gt;sound&lt;/em&gt; like one.&lt;br /&gt;literally, no less.&lt;br /&gt;so after all the shit, we went for long john silver.&lt;br /&gt;the batter's basically for all the meat.&lt;br /&gt;except for the texture and so on, prawns and fish thr don't taste any different.&lt;br /&gt;ok, it's always been like that.&lt;br /&gt;but hoooboy, laugh all you want: i havent been too LJS for as long as you havent..&lt;br /&gt;uh, lemme think...&lt;br /&gt;sucked a pacifier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i.e:&lt;/strong&gt; darned long. period.&lt;br /&gt;so aft, meifang was still hungry.&lt;br /&gt;and i was craving for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;(though i was seriously shivering after the coldcold sprite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;HEY, THAT'S THE KICK WHAT!&lt;/big&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so we went to swensens.&lt;br /&gt;and got an earthquake.&lt;br /&gt;pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;i had vouchers.&lt;br /&gt;and then we wanted to ask if we could use it before using it.&lt;br /&gt;then i gave meifang &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; to hand to the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so yadayada~~&lt;br /&gt;i shall be a good girl today and not expose and embarrass vivien.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, we had so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;and in the end when we called for bill, the waiter was half-impressed half-amused that we had a bunch of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, we had so much fun at swensens.&lt;br /&gt;4 of us: meifang, her white and flat guy, vivien and me!&lt;br /&gt;yeaps.&lt;br /&gt;this was definitely the most fun outing which &lt;em&gt;had to&lt;/em&gt; involve work.&lt;br /&gt;egad.&lt;br /&gt;don't even remind me man.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i shall be off now!&lt;br /&gt;toodles(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-896413862194968596?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/896413862194968596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=896413862194968596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/896413862194968596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/896413862194968596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/ytd-was-pretty-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8927204240424438073</id><published>2009-06-19T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:26:10.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gee i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm, meeting up with choochoo the hawneh woman later.&lt;br /&gt;hawh.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, hawneh vivien!&lt;br /&gt;is MOE gonna extend the hols or not?&lt;br /&gt;cant they see the seriousness of H1N1?&lt;br /&gt;they should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hear thee, MOE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a matter of life and death, so extend hols k!&lt;br /&gt;awww, school's gonna start so soon.&lt;br /&gt;jeez.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed with myself for not even completing &lt;em&gt;half&lt;/em&gt; of the work yet.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;what now man?&lt;br /&gt;argh, hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-8927204240424438073?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8927204240424438073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=8927204240424438073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8927204240424438073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8927204240424438073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/gee-im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-1077227918002057941</id><published>2009-06-13T15:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:34:40.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;“You’re like the North Pole of a magnet bar, and Jacky is also like the North Pole of a magnet bar. There’s no way for both of you to be close together. There’s a force that’ll always push you both apart. This force is called the obstacle, like interest differences, communication problems and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“However, if you put a metal bar in between, both you magnets will stick to it. And you’ll be close to each other. That metal bar dissolves the force that pushes both of you away. And that metal bar is what we called love.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought this pretty extract would revive my blog a lil'.&lt;br /&gt;really cute and nice and all.&lt;br /&gt;i just like it alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-1077227918002057941?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1077227918002057941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=1077227918002057941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1077227918002057941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1077227918002057941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/youre-like-north-pole-of-magnet-bar-and.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8964651108150126080</id><published>2009-06-12T12:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:37:47.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;a reminder to myself and the ones who read my blog&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 Things Life Is Just Too Short For.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sugar-free dessert. How good can an unsweetened cookie really taste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Patience. Whoever decided that it was a virtue never waited for hours in an airport queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Not splurging on a fabulous designer bag at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pretending you'd rather watch the big game with your boyfriend instead of going to the big sale with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Giving that really bad kisser - the one that made you gag - another chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Baking bread from scratch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hoping that fabulous dress you've been lusting after goes in the sale. Just buy it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Leave-in hair conditioner. Wash it, rinse it, get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Wondering, "Do these jeans make me look fat?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Holding a grudge. It's OK if you still want to smash something every time his cheating name is mentioned, but try to let some of the grievances go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Pleasing your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Any kind of extreme diet. We'd all like to drop 10lbs in a week, but cabbage soup three times a day? It's just not worth the dress size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Only using sick days when you're actually sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Wasting precious time on automated phone calls. Remember the good old days when you could speak to an actual real, live person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Making work the focus of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Knitting a jumper when it's far cheaper (and easier) to buy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Not giving into temptation every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Getting out of your cosy pyjamas on a cold, rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Baked potatoes done in the oven. One word ladies - microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Not realising you will look back one day and ask yourself, "WHY DIDN'T I?" - so just do it!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-8964651108150126080?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8964651108150126080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=8964651108150126080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8964651108150126080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8964651108150126080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminder-to-myself-and-ones-who-read-my.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-3870148878901150282</id><published>2009-06-05T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:25:35.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;&lt;big&gt;"&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font&gt;she puts on an accent which i'm still trying to figure out is from what country&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3870148878901150282?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3870148878901150282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=3870148878901150282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3870148878901150282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3870148878901150282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-puts-on-accent-which-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-766034884822868996</id><published>2009-06-05T15:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T15:33:18.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>crap.&lt;br /&gt;PTC's pretty much a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;it's like, handing out of report books and tellin' me what i gotta improve on.&lt;br /&gt;-.-?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, all of it seems pretty obvious to me.&lt;br /&gt;like, i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;time there, is wasted.&lt;br /&gt;so anws, i cant go out!&lt;br /&gt;ok, i can.&lt;br /&gt;as in, i don't wanna go anywhr considering the flu and bad cough i'm down with.&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to go out carrying so many packets of tissue.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i'm like, real drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;aww, this isnt the way i wanna spend my hol!!&lt;br /&gt;grr.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pathetic man!&lt;br /&gt;but ya know, all isn't &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much wasted.&lt;br /&gt;i went shopping on tue!!&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda like a cheesy family day kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;but well, family still matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anws, we went to the flyer.&lt;br /&gt;and then i dunno, all the way from the highway to the carpark to the cabin..&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help but to recall the beautiful bittersweet memories of NDP '08.&lt;br /&gt;yea, the carpark whr we ate, made-up, (hell no, not out. -.-) rehersed and all.&lt;br /&gt;really, i just felt quite..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, just cnt put a name to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;i goshdamned miss NDP'08!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up in the cabin, i was like forever snapping away at the platform.&lt;br /&gt;the colorful, vibrant seats..&lt;br /&gt;and btw, they're like renovating the stage again.&lt;br /&gt;aww, they were doing it too, whn we went for our rehersals.&lt;br /&gt;i miss NDP'08~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after the flyer, we went to sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's lame, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;totally lame.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, that's my sis's &lt;em&gt;reward&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she asked to go to the underwater world, of all stuff.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;jeez man, right!&lt;br /&gt;and i think the money's wasted since i was all bored out.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, could've spent it more wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for instance, on a new top or bag.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nvm, i shan't be the mean ol' sister.&lt;br /&gt;so, we went to the UWW.&lt;br /&gt;then dad drove ard to the beach and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;pretty vacation-y kinda thing, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to vivo!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;ahh, after my continuous yakking.&lt;br /&gt;hawh.&lt;br /&gt;guess my dad did had enough.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, we went and had dimsum.&lt;br /&gt;mm, yum.&lt;br /&gt;the fortunate restaurant's stuff are nice.&lt;br /&gt;i've always thought it was better than yumcha's.&lt;br /&gt;but yumcha seem to have a greater variety, so mum prefers it.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, let's move on and quit yakking.&lt;br /&gt;ok, so aft we went to m)phosis!&lt;br /&gt;oohlala!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;THERE WAS A GREAT FAT SALE!!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50%-70% discount, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;but i didnt manage to get anything i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;OMG. IT SUDDENLY STRUCK ME MAN!! THE FLIP-FLOPS!!! ARGH. SHIT. WHY DIDN'T I THOUGHT OF THAT MAN. SHITSHITSHIT. SCREW MY BRAIN. WTF. AHHH!!! OK, THAT ASIDE, I FORGOT ABT THEIR BAGS AND WHATNOT.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, shit.&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's time i composed myself.&lt;br /&gt;ok, then so yeah..&lt;br /&gt;then we browsed ard zara,esprit,topshop and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;argh, just the usual ones downstairs luh!&lt;br /&gt;shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mentioning abt the m)phosis thing brought me nth but more pissness.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ye-ah lah!!&lt;br /&gt;we shopped ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went to centrepoint.&lt;br /&gt;and in m)phosis down thr, i ironically found what i've always wanted!&lt;br /&gt;this jumpsuit thingy.&lt;br /&gt;yeaps, i bought 2 variations!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;ok, well that was the only good thing abt the sale.&lt;br /&gt;then we moved on to mango, then dad went to Robbinsons.&lt;br /&gt;there, i got my white shorts!&lt;br /&gt;ooohlalala!&lt;br /&gt;ok, though it was &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; over my budget.&lt;br /&gt;who cares anw, dad was paying part of it.&lt;br /&gt;HAWH.&lt;br /&gt;ok, that's very unbecoming of me to think this way.&lt;br /&gt;but still.&lt;br /&gt;ya knw, a girl's mind can get so clouded up with shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i bought the shorts.&lt;br /&gt;actually, i saw this green-luminous kinda belt at mango.&lt;br /&gt;it's really cute.&lt;br /&gt;like, real long, so you've to wind it ard you twice.&lt;br /&gt;i really loved it!!&lt;br /&gt;but then it's edges were like, a lil' i-dunno-what-but-it's-just-not-good.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then i thought maybe i could go some other outlet to get it.&lt;br /&gt;so i skipped and just bought the shorts.&lt;br /&gt;oohlala.&lt;br /&gt;i love the buttons on the shorts.&lt;br /&gt;simple but not that simple.&lt;br /&gt;HAWH, i'm being lame again.&lt;br /&gt;ahem, pardon moi.&lt;br /&gt;yeap!&lt;br /&gt;then we went to mark's &amp; spencer's.&lt;br /&gt;and got some titbits and chocs.&lt;br /&gt;oohlalala!&lt;br /&gt;the chocs's damn nice eh!!&lt;br /&gt;yummydeyumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, so aft we went to AMK Hub 'cos mum needed silver heels.&lt;br /&gt;and i was still on The Belt Quest.&lt;br /&gt;but alas, she found her shoes alright.&lt;br /&gt;but then i couldn't find a belt i loved as much as the mango one.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, so we went home after going to NTUC.&lt;br /&gt;then changed, then went for dinner near grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;so aft went grandma's to get my bag and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;(hahah, i left them there the other day when i went for choir practice. fine, so to put it bluntly, i was &lt;strong&gt;lazy&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;then finally went home.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;that was pretty much everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was pretty good that dad was ard.&lt;br /&gt;although yea, sometimes you'll worry if he's waiting for too long.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;he found his stores ard too, what.&lt;br /&gt;cos i guess we couldn't have moved ard to so many places w/o the car.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm guaiguai.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm counting my blessings^^&lt;br /&gt;hahah, k.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, and here i am, after 3 days, sick.&lt;br /&gt;crap man!&lt;br /&gt;now everything taste all the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;argh, buzz off man, flu.&lt;br /&gt;fly to the whitest person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;i.e: c_ _ _ _ c _ _ _ _!!&lt;br /&gt;HAWH. &lt;br /&gt;ok, kidding~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;wow, this is some lengthy post, huh?&lt;br /&gt;alright, good job if you've read till here!&lt;br /&gt;love ya!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SijKC5gcajI/AAAAAAAAAzw/DL7_T9e1Jow/s1600-h/DSC03428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SijKC5gcajI/AAAAAAAAAzw/DL7_T9e1Jow/s320/DSC03428.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343743109020543538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-766034884822868996?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/766034884822868996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=766034884822868996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/766034884822868996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/766034884822868996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/crap.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SijKC5gcajI/AAAAAAAAAzw/DL7_T9e1Jow/s72-c/DSC03428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-6380943365275605638</id><published>2009-06-01T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:52:35.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>choir practice was fun.&lt;br /&gt;real fun.&lt;br /&gt;i like the gloria festiva more the to joseph one, though.&lt;br /&gt;it sounds, well..&lt;br /&gt;grander and basically nicer.&lt;br /&gt;so yah, i'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;and i think ms yee's pretty fun and all.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so freakin out cos of mr tay.&lt;br /&gt;(mental reminder: tay wei peeen!)&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, freaky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-6380943365275605638?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6380943365275605638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=6380943365275605638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6380943365275605638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6380943365275605638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/06/choir-practice-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-5616018149152572896</id><published>2009-05-29T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:25:32.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm such a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh.&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-5616018149152572896?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5616018149152572896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=5616018149152572896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/5616018149152572896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/5616018149152572896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-such-jerk.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8414134756339091151</id><published>2009-05-27T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:01:23.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You’re torn between the dual needs for freedom and the pleasure that an intense connection brings. Is it possible to have your cake and eat it too? You bet it is, Leo, as long as you choose well. &lt;strong&gt;Find someone who will give you space to shine while adoring you behind the scenes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just for this, i'm not bothering abt the invitation thing first.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;i like this thing.&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me why.&lt;br /&gt;i just like it.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-8414134756339091151?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8414134756339091151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=8414134756339091151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8414134756339091151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8414134756339091151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-torn-between-dual-needs-for.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-2713122281775593877</id><published>2009-05-23T18:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:23:40.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/ShfNmdvdSMI/AAAAAAAAAzo/zAVCZAS0Y-Q/s1600-h/KIM+BUMM.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/ShfNmdvdSMI/AAAAAAAAAzo/zAVCZAS0Y-Q/s320/KIM+BUMM.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338961943973415106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/ShfNBJ8jonI/AAAAAAAAAzg/jvpsxkwddFs/s1600-h/kim+bum+II.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/ShfNBJ8jonI/AAAAAAAAAzg/jvpsxkwddFs/s320/kim+bum+II.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338961303004488306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just adore him?&lt;br /&gt;i dont want brad pitt alr.&lt;br /&gt;too old.&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 kim bum!!&lt;br /&gt;like, omg.&lt;br /&gt;his dimples.&lt;br /&gt;gah.&lt;br /&gt;that's HAWTHAWTHAWT!&lt;br /&gt;ser lin's all over him too.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;so is fang yu.&lt;br /&gt;oolalaa!&lt;br /&gt;kim bum's godlike.&lt;br /&gt;he's my new found &lt;big&gt;greek god&lt;/big&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;hawhawh.&lt;br /&gt;tanlong doesnt approve of him.&lt;br /&gt;ass.&lt;br /&gt;he was like, ew.&lt;br /&gt;but i think he's just jealous.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;right!!!&lt;br /&gt;kimbum's my new found The One.&lt;br /&gt;but then agn, i think brad pitt's hotter whn he was 19.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;he cant turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;cos well, reality is as such.&lt;br /&gt;unless he's in that Benjamin Button show again.&lt;br /&gt;he wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;OOOOOOOOOH, MY KIM BUM!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mwahmwah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-2713122281775593877?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2713122281775593877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=2713122281775593877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/2713122281775593877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/2713122281775593877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-you-just-adore-him-i-dont-want.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/ShfNmdvdSMI/AAAAAAAAAzo/zAVCZAS0Y-Q/s72-c/KIM+BUMM.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8802814939843836602</id><published>2009-05-23T17:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:25:30.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Xuan just took the "What does your mind look like?" quiz and the result is A Flower Garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is like a Flower Garden. You are the most wonderful person of this planet, positive, loving and always smiling. You never have too many friends and are always ready to help. Sometimes youre sad, cause you want to know so much about this universe no one can ever tell you. But you know life goes on and that it will work out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;=D&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-8802814939843836602?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8802814939843836602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=8802814939843836602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8802814939843836602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8802814939843836602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/xuan-just-took-what-does-your-mind-look.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-2837235761640362222</id><published>2009-05-22T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:23:55.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;T.L(23):[; BEST TIMING FOR GUYS IN P.E SELECTION =) 54.3sec says:&lt;br /&gt;lord,i pray dat my dick will be intact with me for life,i also pray dat it will be able to enjoy alot of women,in jesus name i pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T.L(23):[; BEST TIMING FOR GUYS IN P.E SELECTION =) 54.3sec says:&lt;br /&gt;AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one will believe how much my stomach muscles are hurting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-2837235761640362222?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2837235761640362222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=2837235761640362222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/2837235761640362222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/2837235761640362222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/t.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-3036109594933218085</id><published>2009-05-22T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:18:50.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>frankly, i didn't like that smile moments ago.&lt;br /&gt;i almost felt obliged to bawl.&lt;br /&gt;i totally recognise that smile.&lt;br /&gt;the smile she smiles to &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so weird and funny inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3036109594933218085?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3036109594933218085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=3036109594933218085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3036109594933218085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3036109594933218085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/frankly-i-didnt-like-that-smile-moments.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-6650860570397452078</id><published>2009-05-22T16:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:21:35.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/ShZgi6BjWXI/AAAAAAAAAzY/fmhFsIORV6w/s1600-h/poppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/ShZgi6BjWXI/AAAAAAAAAzY/fmhFsIORV6w/s400/poppy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338560561101887858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poppy, my birthday flower.&lt;br /&gt;pretty, ain't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-6650860570397452078?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6650860570397452078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=6650860570397452078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6650860570397452078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6650860570397452078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/poppy-my-birthday-flower.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/ShZgi6BjWXI/AAAAAAAAAzY/fmhFsIORV6w/s72-c/poppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-7558603388977163445</id><published>2009-05-20T18:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T18:51:28.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vice-Mayor Xuan Rong&lt;br /&gt;The Shit Penthouse&lt;br /&gt;1200 Diganiggavania Avenue DW&lt;br /&gt;NigaVille, HAJC 56500&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-7558603388977163445?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7558603388977163445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=7558603388977163445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/7558603388977163445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/7558603388977163445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/vice-mayor-xuan-rong-shit-penthouse.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-6399813138936146609</id><published>2009-05-20T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:07:49.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/ShPIMM-Is7I/AAAAAAAAAzI/2D7vhgMOKUQ/s1600-h/app_full_proxyCA8000ND.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/ShPIMM-Is7I/AAAAAAAAAzI/2D7vhgMOKUQ/s320/app_full_proxyCA8000ND.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337830095329997746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;a new hawt item to my list(:&lt;br /&gt;to-die-for heels.&lt;br /&gt;yesyesyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-6399813138936146609?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6399813138936146609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=6399813138936146609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6399813138936146609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6399813138936146609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay-new-hawt-item-to-my-list-to-die-for.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/ShPIMM-Is7I/AAAAAAAAAzI/2D7vhgMOKUQ/s72-c/app_full_proxyCA8000ND.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-6444755824180115686</id><published>2009-05-17T14:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:12:23.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;i am so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;excuse me, i just had breakfast at 11.&lt;br /&gt;and then my dad's tellin me to go for lunch like, now.&lt;br /&gt;am i a pig or what?&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;and then he nagsnagsnags.&lt;br /&gt;translation: daughter, i think you've got an eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;hell, no.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he thinks that someone who skips lunch is mentally ill or smth, that's insane.&lt;br /&gt;totally.&lt;br /&gt;it's only for today.&lt;br /&gt;hell, what is he thinking?&lt;br /&gt;like, i'm bloated!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so not having an eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;jeez.&lt;br /&gt;what does he think i am?&lt;br /&gt;hooboy.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so insulted.&lt;br /&gt;sososo insulted.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't shove anything down my mouth now, alright?!&lt;br /&gt;jeez.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought he'd be cooler than to think i've a disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am so wrong 'bout that man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-5979022724815459398</id><published>2009-05-17T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:37:19.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>only once.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't even talked much.&lt;br /&gt;i did, but it all sounded stupid and dumb.&lt;br /&gt;gawd!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-5979022724815459398?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5979022724815459398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=5979022724815459398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/5979022724815459398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/5979022724815459398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-once.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8185654721853934605</id><published>2009-05-16T11:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:56:08.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/Sg41S0LwEnI/AAAAAAAAAzA/E6MyvfnMOrk/s1600-h/vienna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/Sg41S0LwEnI/AAAAAAAAAzA/E6MyvfnMOrk/s200/vienna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336261205842465394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vienna(Austria)'s supposedly the best place on earth to live in.&lt;br /&gt;oohlala, i'd love to visit it someday.&lt;br /&gt;near future.&lt;br /&gt;beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;more beautiful than angelina jolie!&lt;br /&gt;ranked following are:&lt;br /&gt;2. Zürich, Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;3. Geneva, Switzerland &lt;br /&gt;4. Vancouver, Canada&lt;br /&gt;4. Auckland, New Zealand &lt;br /&gt;6. Düsseldorf, Germany&lt;br /&gt;7. Munich, Germany&lt;br /&gt;8. Frankfurt, Germany&lt;br /&gt;9. Bern, Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;10. Sydney, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can say is, lucky europeans.&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;i'd migrate there once i've got enough money.&lt;br /&gt;totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pardon me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;, but these facts really put asians down.&lt;br /&gt;crud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-8185654721853934605?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8185654721853934605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=8185654721853934605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8185654721853934605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8185654721853934605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/viennas-supposedly-best-place-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/Sg41S0LwEnI/AAAAAAAAAzA/E6MyvfnMOrk/s72-c/vienna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-1235594029491220385</id><published>2009-05-15T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:07:49.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHOHOH!&lt;br /&gt;and not forgettin' my list(:&lt;br /&gt;up next; a tiara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/Sg2FJ6TsC5I/AAAAAAAAAy4/c_W442gTfao/s1600-h/tiara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/Sg2FJ6TsC5I/AAAAAAAAAy4/c_W442gTfao/s200/tiara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336067538821057426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-1235594029491220385?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1235594029491220385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=1235594029491220385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1235594029491220385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1235594029491220385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohohoh-and-not-forgettin-my-list-up.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/Sg2FJ6TsC5I/AAAAAAAAAy4/c_W442gTfao/s72-c/tiara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-2238151525844312364</id><published>2009-05-15T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T23:12:17.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today!&lt;br /&gt;well well.&lt;br /&gt;played Spin The Bottle.&lt;br /&gt;very fun.&lt;br /&gt;ok, beyond fun.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed so much my cheeks were so sore afterthat.&lt;br /&gt;so you can imagine its extend, huh?&lt;br /&gt;so anw, alvin came up with all sortsa antics linked to CRL.&lt;br /&gt;pretty mean, but i got helloada fun outta it anw.&lt;br /&gt;no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're sporty, eh alvin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i guess empty vessels &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; make the most noise.&lt;br /&gt;not that i'm implying alvin is one.&lt;br /&gt;length wise, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;but he's too thin for a vessal.&lt;br /&gt;pipe, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, weird.&lt;br /&gt;so anw, we played and played.&lt;br /&gt;until the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;which was soo cool.&lt;br /&gt;it's really been quite some time since my last game of ToD.&lt;br /&gt;so not to mention STB.&lt;br /&gt;it was really fun.&lt;br /&gt;esp with willi.&lt;br /&gt;he was like...&lt;br /&gt;whoa, the victim of it all.&lt;br /&gt;but who cares?&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day, we're just silly teens fooling ard.&lt;br /&gt;no big saga.&lt;br /&gt;yep.&lt;br /&gt;and loadsa &lt;strong&gt;i love you&lt;/strong&gt;s came up.&lt;br /&gt;all with the queerest couple and the weirdest confession ways!&lt;br /&gt;cute, actually.&lt;br /&gt;i love it!(well of course, as long as it's not on me, hahah)&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, it's been so long since i heard so many &lt;strong&gt;i love you&lt;/strong&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;cute ones at that, too.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;pole dances, masturbation, undies, all came up!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very cute.&lt;br /&gt;sharifah oughta commend us for our creativity kayy!&lt;br /&gt;and i love the part whn zoey had to do hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that particular group's reaction was friggin funneh!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, and i'd look forward to the next one, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;well, &lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;we have to be sporty&lt;/font&gt; afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;RIGHT, ALVIN?&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-2238151525844312364?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2238151525844312364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=2238151525844312364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/2238151525844312364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/2238151525844312364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-well-well.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-4708488322653475601</id><published>2009-05-14T15:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:02:41.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>just in case you dunno yet, i abhore liars.&lt;br /&gt;totally.&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno what's the right word to describe my hate for those who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;lie directly in your face.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no less.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, what's that like?&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm stupid and all.&lt;br /&gt;but not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; gullible, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;show me some respect.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't insult me that way.&lt;br /&gt;lying in my face?&lt;br /&gt;you're insulting your own instincts.&lt;br /&gt;instincts that tell you i know you're fibbing.&lt;br /&gt;tell me, what am i in your darned eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;ongdong.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-4708488322653475601?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4708488322653475601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=4708488322653475601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/4708488322653475601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/4708488322653475601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-in-case-you-dunno-yet-i-abhore.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-1869812321212940075</id><published>2009-05-13T21:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T21:19:05.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salocin said:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you didn't do well in English&lt;br /&gt;But remember you ain't finish&lt;br /&gt;Try hard and harder again&lt;br /&gt;Though it might drive you insane&lt;br /&gt;Well, Its about time&lt;br /&gt;To leave this failure behind&lt;br /&gt;XUANRONG said:&lt;br /&gt;hah, thanks alot. but i doubt i can drag myself outta it&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's sweet.&lt;br /&gt;very sweet, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;and jc, girlfriend, py, all of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;the ones who &lt;em&gt;truly&lt;/em&gt; cared and love me.&lt;br /&gt;hah, this sounds so mushy.&lt;br /&gt;but ok, i'm sad.&lt;br /&gt;really sad.&lt;br /&gt;to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;today was such a long day, i think i'm gonna turn in early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-1869812321212940075?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1869812321212940075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=1869812321212940075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1869812321212940075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1869812321212940075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/salocin-said-i-know-you-didnt-do-well.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-6174908251216815364</id><published>2009-05-12T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:38:43.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>don't you just adore jumpsuits?&lt;br /&gt;well, that's next on my &lt;strong&gt;list&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;it's cute, hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SglttY9niPI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4OFFCaaPSew/s1600-h/jumpsuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SglttY9niPI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4OFFCaaPSew/s200/jumpsuit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334915860159498482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-6174908251216815364?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6174908251216815364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=6174908251216815364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6174908251216815364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6174908251216815364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-you-just-adore-jumpsuits-well.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SglttY9niPI/AAAAAAAAAyw/4OFFCaaPSew/s72-c/jumpsuit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-5091170293287990487</id><published>2009-05-12T20:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:22:43.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; know what's interesting?&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;really loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;but not much.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*laughs bitterly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;BIATCH&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-5091170293287990487?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5091170293287990487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=5091170293287990487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/5091170293287990487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/5091170293287990487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-you-know-whats-interesting-you-make.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-1890476362149106038</id><published>2009-05-11T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:06:46.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yey!&lt;br /&gt;an addition to my list:&lt;br /&gt;beauty baby BMW Z4 Roadster&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SggiqCv-efI/AAAAAAAAAyo/b1mhsnb-JZY/s1600-h/ac-schnitzer-bmw-z4-m-coupe-roadster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SggiqCv-efI/AAAAAAAAAyo/b1mhsnb-JZY/s200/ac-schnitzer-bmw-z4-m-coupe-roadster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334551864308300274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-1890476362149106038?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1890476362149106038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=1890476362149106038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1890476362149106038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1890476362149106038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/yey-addition-to-my-list-beauty-baby-bmw.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SggiqCv-efI/AAAAAAAAAyo/b1mhsnb-JZY/s72-c/ac-schnitzer-bmw-z4-m-coupe-roadster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-5797912540473114847</id><published>2009-05-10T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:23:04.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Through my life there has been one&lt;br /&gt;Took care of me, that is my mom&lt;br /&gt;Gave birth to, cooked me food&lt;br /&gt;Controlled her temper despite my mood&lt;br /&gt;Cheered me up when i was down&lt;br /&gt;Always managing to rotate my frown&lt;br /&gt;A mother's job never end&lt;br /&gt;But this day I stive to mend. &lt;br /&gt;~Nicolas&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's really nice and sweet and all.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah!&lt;br /&gt;a tribute to all mummys worldwide!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-5797912540473114847?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5797912540473114847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=5797912540473114847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/5797912540473114847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/5797912540473114847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/through-my-life-there-has-been-one-took.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-3400228058368726240</id><published>2009-05-10T11:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:15:24.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no, i havent forgotten to update my daily list.&lt;br /&gt;so here's it!&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna buy a private beach if i &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; really rich.&lt;br /&gt;i can lie on the beautiful four-poster bed, lettin the sea breeze caress my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;and dine there.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh, heaven.&lt;br /&gt;paradise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;awww, if only.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;stares with dreamy eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgZGQIw0RTI/AAAAAAAAAyY/7KUiGG8hSjU/s1600-h/PR_private_beach_opium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgZGQIw0RTI/AAAAAAAAAyY/7KUiGG8hSjU/s200/PR_private_beach_opium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334028051711018290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgZGn44lhHI/AAAAAAAAAyg/tjgXgxETCjU/s1600-h/private+beach+dining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgZGn44lhHI/AAAAAAAAAyg/tjgXgxETCjU/s200/private+beach+dining.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334028459765498994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3400228058368726240?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3400228058368726240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=3400228058368726240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3400228058368726240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3400228058368726240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-i-havent-forgotten-to-update-my.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgZGQIw0RTI/AAAAAAAAAyY/7KUiGG8hSjU/s72-c/PR_private_beach_opium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-3216659264169478584</id><published>2009-05-10T10:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:24:15.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgY-1zJmpeI/AAAAAAAAAyI/eYvGR1b8xXk/s1600-h/sandcastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgY-1zJmpeI/AAAAAAAAAyI/eYvGR1b8xXk/s320/sandcastle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334019902651409890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;sandcastles are pretty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to the beach!&lt;br /&gt;to get tanned, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;probably miami, florida, hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;HAWHAWH&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or somewhere in australia.&lt;br /&gt;i remember the clear pretty waters there.&lt;br /&gt;my drift: singapore has gross &lt;small&gt;&lt;s&gt;bitches&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/small&gt; beaches.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, the waters are polluted and the beaches are scattered with trash.&lt;br /&gt;it's weird that singaporeans enjoy such dirty enviroments.&lt;br /&gt;ah jeez, it's beyond my comprehension &lt;em&gt;as usual&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'm so gonna get my phone fixed.&lt;br /&gt;or should i not?&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, dilemma!&lt;br /&gt;mum seems to be wanting to get me a new phone.&lt;br /&gt;so should i get my current one repaired?&lt;br /&gt;ahh, fine.&lt;br /&gt;i should.&lt;br /&gt;anw it'd act as a good spare one in future.&lt;br /&gt;kayy, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go to J8 later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3216659264169478584?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3216659264169478584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=3216659264169478584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3216659264169478584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3216659264169478584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/sandcastles-are-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgY-1zJmpeI/AAAAAAAAAyI/eYvGR1b8xXk/s72-c/sandcastle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-6263396549733059456</id><published>2009-05-09T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:13:57.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect match is someone who is witty, outgoing and enjoys life. This person is the life of the party, has a great sense of humor and lights up the room with their smile. They communicate well and have a great connection with friends, family and their co-workers. Everyone is drawn to them and there is that special shine that you see in their eyes that tells you that they don't take one minute of life for granted. This person will sweep you off your feet, tell you exactly how they feel and are not shy to hug or kiss you in public. The top traits they are looking for in a mate is someone who is open to new ideas, is eager to live life to the fullest, will openly adore them and is confident.They love adventure, the outdoors and animals and if they discover you are interested in something, they will love that too! They are keen to get to know you and will quickly fall madly in love you for your personality, your smile and even just the sound of your voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, if only someone like that exists.&lt;br /&gt;the world would stop spinning there and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-6263396549733059456?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6263396549733059456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=6263396549733059456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6263396549733059456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6263396549733059456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-perfect-match-is-someone-who-is.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-146368002842759672</id><published>2009-05-09T13:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T13:49:47.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgUUb_u-KpI/AAAAAAAAAyA/8iQbP3f9h2M/s1600-h/dresses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgUUb_u-KpI/AAAAAAAAAyA/8iQbP3f9h2M/s200/dresses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333691804887689874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgUUN8-FZeI/AAAAAAAAAx4/4fQb-8X4Rvw/s1600-h/burberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 69px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgUUN8-FZeI/AAAAAAAAAx4/4fQb-8X4Rvw/s200/burberry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333691563627603426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgUT9EzMsbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/qC33nU6RRdo/s1600-h/JC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 115px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgUT9EzMsbI/AAAAAAAAAxw/qC33nU6RRdo/s200/JC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333691273671651762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgUTpvyNnoI/AAAAAAAAAxo/aZbO1G8JtiM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgUTpvyNnoI/AAAAAAAAAxo/aZbO1G8JtiM/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333690941612859010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgUTBRQaupI/AAAAAAAAAxg/J9J10KSoBro/s1600-h/1685086-a-smuggled-picture-of-mugabes-mansion-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgUTBRQaupI/AAAAAAAAAxg/J9J10KSoBro/s200/1685086-a-smuggled-picture-of-mugabes-mansion-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333690246223280786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. &lt;br /&gt;these are about most of the stuff i'd buy if i'm really rich.&lt;br /&gt;haahah.&lt;br /&gt;i shall add on to the list when i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;for the benefit for those who're racking their brains over my bd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 aug&lt;/strong&gt;, btw!&lt;br /&gt;HAWHAWHHAWH.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, i feel lame and random.&lt;br /&gt;and real lazy.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out. &lt;br /&gt;but my body forbids, it only wants me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;ahh, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;the beauty of the word!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-146368002842759672?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/146368002842759672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=146368002842759672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/146368002842759672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/146368002842759672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/yep.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SgUUb_u-KpI/AAAAAAAAAyA/8iQbP3f9h2M/s72-c/dresses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-1940999897520954576</id><published>2009-05-09T10:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T11:18:59.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's being ages since i last blogged a decent post.&lt;br /&gt;aww man.&lt;br /&gt;time flies.&lt;br /&gt;MYE's over alr.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i didnt do well this time.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i've been tellin' people, &lt;em&gt;chill out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here i am, grumbling all the same.&lt;br /&gt;heh, empty vessels &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; make the most noise.&lt;br /&gt;kay anyway.&lt;br /&gt;latest update.&lt;br /&gt;i was couning on quality time with mum cos i'm shorta cash.(hehe)&lt;br /&gt;think: mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;*good fillial nice daughter&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i still bought her a pair of earings eh!&lt;br /&gt;k, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;i went to yishun after sch, to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;thn i roamed about the shops for a while.&lt;br /&gt;before she told me to take the mrt to sembawang.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;then after reachin thr, i searched for the Perfect Gift again.&lt;br /&gt;but to no avail, obviously.&lt;br /&gt;then i had to settle for a pair of earings.&lt;br /&gt;then i waited for her to come, pretty pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness for my girlfriend(HAWHAWH), so it wasnt all that bad.&lt;br /&gt;then mum came.&lt;br /&gt;then we went to woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;then she went to CPF to settle somme stuff while i went ot the bank.&lt;br /&gt;to bank in money.&lt;br /&gt;and ok, i didnt quite felt comfortable with all the stares.&lt;br /&gt;the what's-a-teen-doing-here stare.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;no hiccups, i banked in the money and went to CPF to find mummy.&lt;br /&gt;then went delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;oooooooohlalala~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been quite some time since i had delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;cos it seemed as if many have closed down.&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, had our meal there.&lt;br /&gt;and gosh, were the carrots so darn hard.&lt;br /&gt;and the worse thing: i forgot to get the cinnamon bread.&lt;br /&gt;damnit.&lt;br /&gt;i love the bread kay!&lt;br /&gt;which brings me back to lang fest.&lt;br /&gt;haahah.&lt;br /&gt;yida and xize were nagging abt me buying deli.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;then i kept laughing, frm deli all the way to the food court.&lt;br /&gt;then i told them the bread in my mouth &lt;strong&gt;nearly&lt;/strong&gt; dropped.&lt;br /&gt;but xizhe misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;and thought it really dropped.&lt;br /&gt;then he was like, saying he'd put the bread into his mouth frm the floor.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;it was delifrance.&lt;br /&gt;and i cracked up again.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fond memories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me back to xizhe.&lt;br /&gt;MFPS, xizhe sounds dead like daren tay.&lt;br /&gt;my short ass.&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the way they talk, uncanny.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;like, where's my &lt;strong&gt;dick&lt;/strong&gt;tionary.&lt;br /&gt;and where's my balls--err, i mean books.&lt;br /&gt;like, that weird sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;but i love it anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;as in, the gang always uses this weird humour.&lt;br /&gt;gotten used to it alr, right jc?&lt;br /&gt;oh, for you guys, &lt;em&gt;gang&lt;/em&gt; is what i called my cliques.&lt;br /&gt;dont be so silly, i'm not for street gang fights, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, i shall link up jc.&lt;br /&gt;and daren, if possible.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;wanling.&lt;br /&gt;weiren.&lt;br /&gt;miss those guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, &lt;big&gt;BE HONOURED&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;'cos i've basically blogged a proper entry&lt;/small)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-H-E-E-R-S!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-1940999897520954576?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1940999897520954576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=1940999897520954576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1940999897520954576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1940999897520954576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-being-ages-since-i-last-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-370744026522436698</id><published>2009-05-07T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:05:17.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men talked for hours on end. &lt;br /&gt;They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the other man could not hear the band, he could see it in his mind 's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days, weeks and months passed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It faced a blank wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Epilogue: &lt;br /&gt;There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can't buy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The origin of this letter is unknown, but it brings good luck to everyone who passes it on. &lt;br /&gt;Do not keep this letter. &lt;br /&gt;Just forward it to your friends to whom you wish blessings.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-370744026522436698?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/370744026522436698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=370744026522436698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/370744026522436698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/370744026522436698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-will-take-just-37-seconds-to-read.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-4340161402766791869</id><published>2009-05-07T09:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:46:07.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm high, why?&lt;br /&gt;exams over.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;i've survived the school's bloody torture.&lt;br /&gt;let's cheer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;YAY!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k, exams over, and i'm tired with this skin.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna change a new skin.&lt;br /&gt;and update the people invited to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;kay, cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-4340161402766791869?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4340161402766791869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=4340161402766791869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/4340161402766791869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/4340161402766791869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-high-why-exams-over.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8612988925044002280</id><published>2009-04-12T22:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:05:47.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If your patience is wearing thin, don’t let it show. If others catch wind of your irritation, they’re likely to throw up more blocks and resistance just to spite you. If you play it cool, calm and collected things will begin to pick up speed of their own accord. Hang in there, Leo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;hang in there?&lt;br /&gt;i'd appreciate more if you can just gimme a pillow to cry my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;and dont forget the do not disturb sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-8612988925044002280?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8612988925044002280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=8612988925044002280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8612988925044002280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8612988925044002280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-your-patience-is-wearing-thin-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-3301099872132470799</id><published>2009-04-11T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:16:19.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;Fishing for compliments does not become you, darling. You’re loads more attractive when you simply demand what you want in fierce Leonine fashion. Passive-aggressive ploys were meant for scaredy-cats. Figure out exactly what it is your heart desires and go for it. Roar like queen of the lipstick jungle. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love this alot.&lt;br /&gt;seriously beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3301099872132470799?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3301099872132470799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=3301099872132470799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3301099872132470799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3301099872132470799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/fishing-for-compliments-does-not-become.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-3957514302608499412</id><published>2009-04-09T21:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:46:41.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh, i feel so weird.&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'm so enjoying katy perry's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thinking of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is exacly what i'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but hey, that's not the point.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the point is, this song's so different from her previous hits.&lt;br /&gt;like, i kissed a girl and hot and cold.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, thinking of you's great.&lt;br /&gt;and you know what?&lt;br /&gt;there's this line i totally 101% dig in the song.&lt;br /&gt;"he kissed my lips i taste your tongue"&lt;br /&gt;yes, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;this actually pretty much summarises almost the whole song.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;i like this illustration.&lt;br /&gt;like, A kissed you and you taste B.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i like that.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, as in, the illustration.&lt;br /&gt;not the feeling of tasting someone else when i'm smooching the other.&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;cos presently, kissing anyone would be totally gross.&lt;br /&gt;like, please.&lt;br /&gt;who??&lt;br /&gt;*activates greek-god-radar&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, &lt;s&gt;victim&lt;/s&gt; target not spotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that was so uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm doing all these for fun.&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to talk like jc.&lt;br /&gt;the humorous yet sophisticated way of ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;haah.&lt;br /&gt;cool.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm trying to speak with a more archuleta flair.&lt;br /&gt;like, for instance, using multiple &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;for one.&lt;br /&gt;that's like, aw, so cool.&lt;br /&gt;tsk, ok.&lt;br /&gt;enough of all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;you're gettin' more, reader!&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a considerably-rotton mood and yet still can entertain you.&lt;br /&gt;which means you &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; be real honoured.&lt;br /&gt;yes, honoured.&lt;br /&gt;hey, cool.&lt;br /&gt;catcha later, i'm sick of acting happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3957514302608499412?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8201201318444636054</id><published>2009-04-04T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:30:04.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quit talking like me, ms gross.&lt;br /&gt;oh, whatthehell.&lt;br /&gt;you suck, know that, will you?&lt;br /&gt;anw, i was running in the park just now.&lt;br /&gt;and then i had to go 3 rounds.&lt;br /&gt;all of which i had to witness a couple making out.&lt;br /&gt;like, wth.&lt;br /&gt;it's so un-romantic can.&lt;br /&gt;and what, making out with ants crawling up your bodies and mosquitoes smooching you?&lt;br /&gt;get a life!&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;who makes out like that?&lt;br /&gt;well ok, at McDonalds, KFC.&lt;br /&gt;but the park?&lt;br /&gt;ohmyshit.&lt;br /&gt;it's so gross.&lt;br /&gt;like, sitting on sloshy mud with insect crawling all over you while you're at work?&lt;br /&gt;no way.&lt;br /&gt;either the girl's too despo or the guy is that cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahem, if you'd pardon me, thanks.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i find that pretty awful.&lt;br /&gt;like, the park??&lt;br /&gt;hello, fast food restaurants are nearby!&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i'd kill any of my friends if they try to do that.&lt;br /&gt;that's like, shameless.&lt;br /&gt;hooboy, i sound like an old granny.&lt;br /&gt;but well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaked out anyone who'd volunteerily make out in a park in the presence of insects.&lt;br /&gt;please, maybe they're by any chance gettin' hitched in a swamp?&lt;br /&gt;spare me the &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; trends.&lt;br /&gt;god.&lt;br /&gt;why dont they find a cozier place, the park??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i'm freaking out man.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-4759240893319062124</id><published>2009-04-03T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:54:46.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for some reasons still yet unknown, i like being called Leo.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, you got it.&lt;br /&gt;Leo's a real cool buddy-call-buddy name, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing is that Leo's a too guyish name.&lt;br /&gt;i like Leonora.&lt;br /&gt;Not really the nora part, but still.&lt;br /&gt;Leo's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;nora because it freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;i still remember this malay nora from pri 1, with mouth ever-non-closing.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and her saliva will be all spilling out from her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;the worse part?&lt;br /&gt;mrs wendy chua made me sit beside her.&lt;br /&gt;whoa.&lt;br /&gt;she's almost on par with angeline, jc.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;anw, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;back to Leonora.&lt;br /&gt;Leonora, xuan rong.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, cool, no?&lt;br /&gt;heh, it is.&lt;br /&gt;really.&lt;br /&gt;anw, i dunno why am i answering my own questions.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so ever random.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, i wanna add:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;&lt;big&gt;wayne lee is an absolute jerk!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how in the bloody hell world did he dare to lay his friggin finger on me.&lt;br /&gt;thrice.&lt;br /&gt;and his punches all hurt alot.&lt;br /&gt;and do i need to add that he kept slapping me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no, i'm not your bitch and your punching bag, bastard!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stop callin' me bitch.&lt;br /&gt;no, i'm not bitch.&lt;br /&gt;you are the bastard man.&lt;br /&gt;i absolute abhore wayne lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;the one with hairy legs. yes, you got it right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-4759240893319062124?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4759240893319062124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=4759240893319062124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/4759240893319062124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/4759240893319062124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-some-reasons-still-yet-unknown-i.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-6451886388217554762</id><published>2009-04-01T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:52:26.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i always feel great being jc's Dr.Love.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just swallow my own advice.&lt;br /&gt;so much about conselling.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;jc agrees i should be a social worker.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, just great.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you're feeling better dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't leave it hanging, remember(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-6451886388217554762?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6451886388217554762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=6451886388217554762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6451886388217554762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6451886388217554762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-910991070084847340</id><published>2009-04-01T19:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:24:26.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Sometimes, when everyone says that you're something you're not, you can't help wondering if, just maybe, they were right"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, instead of doing my acelearning, i'm here blogging.&lt;br /&gt;guess it's all the effort to revive this place, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;anw, i cant believe what &lt;em&gt;idiot&lt;/em&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty dumb.&lt;br /&gt;ok, considering &lt;em&gt;idiot&lt;/em&gt;'s display pic the other time, it's possible.&lt;br /&gt;so bottomline: you really can never judge a book by its cover.&lt;br /&gt;like, marcus yew.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i didnt really appreciate his over-dramaticsm at first.&lt;br /&gt;i admit.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt;'ve all come to accept and love it.&lt;br /&gt;cos it's not a norm to enjoy such a sight, ya know.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;i sound really bad.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt invite marcus yew.&lt;br /&gt;cos technically, i dont even have his email.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm really weird.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno why.&lt;br /&gt;you know i only cherish and begin to love smth when it's lost?&lt;br /&gt;like, NDP'08.&lt;br /&gt;uber fun mr marcus.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe 1F.&lt;br /&gt;then again, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i dunnos.&lt;br /&gt;i feel pretty confused with my trail of thoughts even until now.&lt;br /&gt;weird huh?&lt;br /&gt;but that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;and, jc: get well soon.&lt;br /&gt;you'll get over it.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-910991070084847340?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/910991070084847340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=910991070084847340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/910991070084847340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/910991070084847340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;big&gt;wayne: hey annabel! stop playiing with weijian's stick lah!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then, we were rolling around, laughing.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, sick kids we are.&lt;br /&gt;and i think ms liang's pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;she made me understand the drawing thingy.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;today.. well, not so interesting.&lt;br /&gt;in fact it was boring.&lt;br /&gt;anw, all the adults say i must earn lotsa money in future.&lt;br /&gt;cos they say i'm a spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;esp my mum.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i &lt;s&gt;agree&lt;/s&gt; admit.&lt;br /&gt;i cant controll, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;it's like, someone took over the control panels and triggered my love for...&lt;br /&gt;everything pretty i see!&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously gotta either curb it or earn money.&lt;br /&gt;but at this point, i'd go with the former.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, where else would i find a job then?&lt;br /&gt;then while walking through the looooonglooong underground tunnel just now,&lt;br /&gt;i realised that --- &lt;br /&gt;no, wait.&lt;br /&gt;what did i realise??&lt;br /&gt;OHWHATTHESHIT.&lt;br /&gt;all that arguement with tsehng about xueting made my STM come back.&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;what did i realise???&lt;br /&gt;WTF.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'll blog later when i remember.&lt;br /&gt;kayy, until then, take care dude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-9076164096371481588?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/9076164096371481588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=9076164096371481588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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give a a tight slap and tell her her impersonation's ew.&lt;br /&gt;it so turns me off, please.&lt;br /&gt;ok, not only talking like moi.&lt;br /&gt;she practically is taking up what i do!&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;i so hate her.&lt;br /&gt;she's &lt;strong&gt;zero&lt;/strong&gt; creative juices in her at all man.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, even someone like gaoming's better than her.&lt;br /&gt;except that if he'd not piss me off a tad lil than her, but enough to trigger my pissness, he'd be more fantastic, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;she makes my blood boils.&lt;br /&gt;but nvm!&lt;br /&gt;my new pair of darlings sure cheered me up.&lt;br /&gt;time to update wishlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-61249634443135321?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-2584639494395659190</id><published>2009-03-26T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T21:19:57.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so being remembered only in times of need really isn't a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, i so hate it.&lt;br /&gt;that freak makes me inferior and unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;hooboy.&lt;br /&gt;great powers, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm totally bitching about &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;she's like, wtf.&lt;br /&gt;only when crisis struck then will she acknowledge my prescence.&lt;br /&gt;like, ms freak, what am i to you actually??&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;she destroyed my day practically.&lt;br /&gt;ok, end of The Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;to be continued, thanks for support and toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;you really cant judge a book by its cover&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;&lt;em&gt;besides, who are we to judge?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-2584639494395659190?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2584639494395659190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=2584639494395659190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/2584639494395659190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/2584639494395659190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/ok-so-being-remembered-only-in-times-of.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-2672160414890791686</id><published>2009-03-21T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:59:13.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;..Liow Xuan Rong, daughter of Liow Eng Hock. &lt;/big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;em&gt;for just that second, i thought i had become indian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-7639978707651667359</id><published>2009-03-21T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T16:13:56.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm back from the presentation!&lt;br /&gt;they were either trying to butter my dad up, or genuinely mean what they said.&lt;br /&gt;but i'd rather go with the latter cos' i'd feel better.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i was really soakin' up all that up.&lt;br /&gt;i wish, i wish.&lt;br /&gt;i wish upon a star that i'll be there for more next year, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;and i kinda like mrs josephine.&lt;br /&gt;she's nice.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;and damnit.&lt;br /&gt;i actually let out a small chuckle when i saw the VIPs.&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk.&lt;br /&gt;some were balding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;HAHAHAH&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*evil.&lt;br /&gt;anw, it was all nice and sweet and yeah..&lt;br /&gt;as i've said, i'd love to be there next year for the same event again.&lt;br /&gt;only i don't wanna be seated in the middle of 2 guys.&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty awkward cos' they seem so big beside me.&lt;br /&gt;but please, i'm not short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I AM FUNSIZE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;the anderson-bo-chap-guy kinda pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;but well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;i cant be bothered cos the good stuff over-blankets the bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;anw, all in all, today's event was really good!&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;3IRAS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-7999468744849174881</id><published>2009-03-19T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:51:25.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit.&lt;br /&gt;i've loadsa homework to be done!&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell man.&lt;br /&gt;anw, last sunday was the most magical sunday ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;i say a million bucks to the person who can find someone greeker than that!&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shitty.&lt;br /&gt;if only a small miracle could occur to me now.&lt;br /&gt;or &lt;strong&gt;NAOW&lt;/strong&gt;, as gaoming would say.&lt;br /&gt;hahah~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/856370210269055812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/856370210269055812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/Sbu6pq9yt4I/AAAAAAAAAxY/xhMy5bEoUKs/s72-c/DSC00814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8254218374561745609</id><published>2009-03-12T15:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T15:17:30.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;You can express yourself with endless sweetness and light right now, Leo. Rather than asserting your needs without compromise, you see that getting your point across with compassion is ideal. It truly is the smartest way to win any argument. Even if it seems like you’re letting the other team best you, just wait it out.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, i'm real glad ICT's finally over!&lt;br /&gt;kinda high, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;jolene's aunt's house was pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;her aunt's nice too.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, very humorous.&lt;br /&gt;anw, it was great!&lt;br /&gt;overall, i dont think i hate it that much anymore.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, i'm Weird with a capital W.&lt;br /&gt;well, often, it's only the good things that you like.&lt;br /&gt;so when even your presidency goes wrong, you'd hate it.&lt;br /&gt;but if it brings you all that you can imagine, you'd love it.&lt;br /&gt;humans are weird.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a human.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahh! &lt;br /&gt;random huh?&lt;br /&gt;hahah, alright.&lt;br /&gt;i shall be off and gone.&lt;br /&gt;good day earthlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;hugs and tugs and loads of smooches&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;XOXOXO&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-8254218374561745609?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8254218374561745609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=8254218374561745609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8254218374561745609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8254218374561745609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-can-express-yourself-with-endless.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-5518116071866585733</id><published>2009-03-11T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:23:15.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things are looking up!&lt;br /&gt;this &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; revival man.&lt;br /&gt;no need for the church's one.&lt;br /&gt;this is it dude!&lt;br /&gt;omigosh!&lt;br /&gt;*does a victory dance over and over!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;we're officially &lt;s&gt;venue-less&lt;/s&gt; set for a venue!&lt;br /&gt;hurray, cheers man!&lt;br /&gt;so much for being so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, it feels like the more you get pissed off, the better things get.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;but then again, maybe it's the contary.&lt;br /&gt;the more you're pissed, the more jinxed you'll cause it.&lt;br /&gt;oleh!&lt;br /&gt;cheers for jol's aunt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-5518116071866585733?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5518116071866585733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=5518116071866585733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/5518116071866585733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/5518116071866585733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-are-looking-up-this-is-revival.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-3480705690067488130</id><published>2009-03-11T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:07:38.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;NOTE,PEOPLE.I privated my blog for a while, so whatever you see in the taggie ain't true.It's just a mad puppy i let out of the house for a lil' while(:&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3480705690067488130?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3480705690067488130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=3480705690067488130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3480705690067488130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3480705690067488130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/notepeople.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-2011160538633713572</id><published>2009-03-11T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T14:40:19.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, IT Day ain't going as cool as i thought it'd be.&lt;br /&gt;suckish.&lt;br /&gt;i need a sandbag &lt;big&gt;badly&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Gathering up every last bit of strength in the face of intimidating circumstances is something you’re just naturally good at. That doesn’t mean you necessarily like proving your courage over and over again, but you must admit each victory only adds to your self-esteem—and that’s something you can never get too much of.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intimidating circumstances indeed. &lt;br /&gt;ELLEUK's so true it's freakish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-2011160538633713572?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/2011160538633713572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=2011160538633713572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/2011160538633713572'/><link 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started on ICT Sci yet.&lt;br /&gt;damnation!&lt;br /&gt;i pretty much hate it now.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever. &lt;br /&gt;now the #1 thing on my agenda will be how to manage this.&lt;br /&gt;remove the other one or blog in both?&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;that'll be put on hold first cos' my empty stomach needs cure!&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;CIAO.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-4338023103525131003?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4338023103525131003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=4338023103525131003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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managed to fish out &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; blog!&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;that's an achievment, ya' dunno??&lt;br /&gt;anw, i'm like, totally freaked out by the ICT day stuff.&lt;br /&gt;i'm suffering from headache!!&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;and i wanna shift.&lt;br /&gt;as in move my blog.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like this URL.&lt;br /&gt;it's gross! &lt;br /&gt;anw, i shalt be off this minute.&lt;br /&gt;thou shalt not miss me instantly.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH, sounds bloody wrong man!&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-5606181216219524913?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/5606181216219524913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-211526149448865512</id><published>2009-03-10T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:10:23.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored, so here i am!&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;personally, i find this week a pretty cool one.&lt;br /&gt;it's just unique, to PHS &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;hahah, stupid gaoming!&lt;br /&gt;flood my &lt;em&gt;wall&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahah, i like pish.&lt;br /&gt;he's my full-time entertainer(:&lt;br /&gt;his childishness's ludicrous, but yeah, i like it.&lt;br /&gt;very fun.&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of jc.&lt;br /&gt;but puh-lease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;no, i don't love gaoming, thank you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's just a cute friend who reminds me of my best one.&lt;br /&gt;and i think the way i write makes me seem so texas-y.&lt;br /&gt;like, &lt;em&gt;y'all&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;comin'&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;awww&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;though i think a new yoker is cooler.&lt;br /&gt;well, considering those who came to chapel last year.&lt;br /&gt;they were so cool!&lt;br /&gt;i love &lt;em&gt;'em&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;see?&lt;br /&gt;the texas kiddo in me's emerged again.&lt;br /&gt;anw, this week's really cool and i dont think i'd complain.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;teehee, i shalt findest gaoming entertain me this instant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-211526149448865512?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/211526149448865512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8742752066182688665</id><published>2009-03-08T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:50:05.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF0090"&gt;lost&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-8742752066182688665?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/8742752066182688665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=8742752066182688665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8742752066182688665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/8742752066182688665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-7579970028012220539</id><published>2009-03-08T11:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:49:14.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm.&lt;br /&gt;i havent been doing a proper post lately.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i don't even know myself.&lt;br /&gt;i feel lost.&lt;br /&gt;like, i've been sucked up by this force.&lt;br /&gt;then dumped onto this pigsty in Timbucktoo.&lt;br /&gt;or dullsville.&lt;br /&gt;or anytown.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, it isn't something great.&lt;br /&gt;well, i've been pretty down which explains my lil' posts.&lt;br /&gt;but thurs's choir practice came along and i felt nice.&lt;br /&gt;really nice and warm inside.&lt;br /&gt;sec 4 seniors are real nice.&lt;br /&gt;at least i feel welcomed, as opposed to the sec 3s, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;heeh.&lt;br /&gt;no hard feelings!&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, i'm stating the facts.&lt;br /&gt;then friday rolled along.&lt;br /&gt;jogathon, i literally jogged my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;i felt great after sprinting.&lt;br /&gt;although yeah, i did walked for a few secs.&lt;br /&gt;but this kinda applies to life.&lt;br /&gt;you get tired, chill a moment, and sprint on.&lt;br /&gt;pretty cool if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;ahh, &lt;em&gt;idiot&lt;/em&gt;'s finally online.&lt;br /&gt;;D&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what's the defination of '&lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;intimacy without commitment is like icing without cake;you'll get sick of it pretty soon&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-7579970028012220539?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7579970028012220539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=7579970028012220539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/7579970028012220539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/7579970028012220539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-1372921001306587730</id><published>2009-03-08T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T11:00:10.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Today is a particularly magical day. The moon is still in your sign, and the rest of the planets are heightening your sensuality, encouraging daydreams, and making life feel like a grand Hollywood production. The best part of all? You may be writing your own script, but you’re still the star. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pretty much like the sound of it(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-1372921001306587730?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1372921001306587730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=1372921001306587730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1372921001306587730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1372921001306587730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/today-is-particularly-magical-day.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-7299651383507299554</id><published>2009-03-07T12:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T12:07:52.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>X     says:&lt;br /&gt;but hardly possible&lt;br /&gt;        Őмι¢яøи         says:&lt;br /&gt;hey hey, look on the bright side&lt;br /&gt;        Őмι¢яøи         says:&lt;br /&gt;you should always think, "nothing's impossible"&lt;br /&gt;        Őмι¢яøи         says:&lt;br /&gt;except for love-related stuff&lt;br /&gt;        Őмι¢яøи         says:&lt;br /&gt;but that's not the point&lt;br /&gt;     X     says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;     X     says:&lt;br /&gt;but then, why cant it apply to it as well?&lt;br /&gt;        Őмι¢яøи         says:&lt;br /&gt;hm&lt;br /&gt;        Őмι¢яøи         says:&lt;br /&gt;good point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very sweet, i love my good ol' confidant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-7299651383507299554?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7299651383507299554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=7299651383507299554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/7299651383507299554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/7299651383507299554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/x-says-but-hardly-possible-o-says-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-712901897179225503</id><published>2009-03-04T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:53:44.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Like the song says, sunshine on your shoulders makes you happy, darling. If life feels a bit dark right now, do your best not to wallow. Seek out sources of light, whether it’s your happy-go-lucky mate, a glass of vino after work, or the lovely yellow sundress at the pre-season sale. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyeah, my foot.&lt;br /&gt;you're askin me not to wallow under such circumstances??!&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;in your fucking dreams, astrologist.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting here, feeling like the world's greatest idiot.&lt;br /&gt;math, i goofed.#FF0000&lt;br /&gt;lit, i goofed.&lt;br /&gt;sci, i goofed.&lt;br /&gt;geog, i goofed.&lt;br /&gt;eng, i goofed.&lt;br /&gt;chi, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;fontcolor="#FF0000"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHATTHEFUCK.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-712901897179225503?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/712901897179225503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=712901897179225503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/712901897179225503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/712901897179225503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/like-song-says-sunshine-on-your.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-9131019598875183227</id><published>2009-03-01T20:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:32:07.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so not in the best of mood now.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so..&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should invent new words.&lt;br /&gt;like xbfhmmldbjizswtfm.&lt;br /&gt;damnation.&lt;br /&gt;should i enjoy this solitude?&lt;br /&gt;indulge in it, even?&lt;br /&gt;living aunties in hell!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;can i take control of my life?&lt;br /&gt;like, hello!&lt;br /&gt;can i live for myself from now onwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-9131019598875183227?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/9131019598875183227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=9131019598875183227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/9131019598875183227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/9131019598875183227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-so-not-in-best-of-mood-now.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-6646298634050071565</id><published>2009-02-28T16:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:04:09.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;big&gt;"&lt;/big&gt;But there were so many fond memories, and I'm not sure if I captured all of them in my blog. Is it not a sorrowful thing, the loss of your dearest memories?&lt;big&gt;"&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, wordsmith, he's always been and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;i'm suffering from nostalgia yet again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm reminded of the happy times in MFPS.&lt;br /&gt;esp in 2007, pri 6.&lt;br /&gt;aww, the sick jokes and how the gang corrupted me.&lt;br /&gt;then we rewind and backtrack further to 2005.&lt;br /&gt;when nicole and i were always playing &lt;em&gt;funfair&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and forcing gordon to play with us.&lt;br /&gt;and we'd spread all the matresses on the floor to play.&lt;br /&gt;at ahma's.&lt;br /&gt;now, i hardly go there now.&lt;br /&gt;and if i do, it'd be for the sake of going there.&lt;br /&gt;not ever more the willingness and the urge.&lt;br /&gt;which brings me back to 2002, i think.&lt;br /&gt;when i just touched-down at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;and then woke up bright and early to ahma's hse after a few hrs.&lt;br /&gt;nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;that'll never happen no more..&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna rewrite my life, my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to turn everything around again.&lt;br /&gt;to get into a prestigious sch, living up to dad's hopes.&lt;br /&gt;to not have been such an idiot in pri sch.&lt;br /&gt;to love my sister more and not end up quarelling daily like we do.&lt;br /&gt;to not sink into that shiat and causing so much complication.&lt;br /&gt;to bring back everything i've lost because i took it all for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling so mixed up and weird now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should eat my words i said to JC last night.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should cherish everything from now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe... i shouldn't think so much.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm emotional now.&lt;br /&gt;not slashing-wrist-emo.&lt;br /&gt;just, emotional...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-6646298634050071565?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6646298634050071565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=6646298634050071565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6646298634050071565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/6646298634050071565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/but-there-were-so-many-fond-memories.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-3687914969152657580</id><published>2009-02-17T21:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:32:12.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>King of Spade       says:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;XUANRONG says:&lt;br /&gt;so does it mean girls need protection or that boys have the right to be cheap?&lt;br /&gt;     King of Spade       says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;     King of Spade       says:&lt;br /&gt;well... it means the former, of course&lt;br /&gt;     King of Spade       says:&lt;br /&gt;why would a guy need protection?&lt;br /&gt;     King of Spade       says:&lt;br /&gt;heh, unless it's Sakina who's forcing herself on to you&lt;br /&gt;     King of Spade       says:&lt;br /&gt;URK&lt;br /&gt;XUANRONG says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;     King of Spade       says:&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;guys are entitled to be cheap and be called a skirt-chaser.&lt;br /&gt;(which girls would be thrilled to knw if her guy's one)&lt;br /&gt;while girls have to bear being labelled slut.&lt;br /&gt;oh, how sweet.&lt;br /&gt;NOT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3687914969152657580?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3687914969152657580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-4579619991550546488</id><published>2009-02-14T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:54:55.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gaoming said:&lt;br /&gt;i tell you something&lt;br /&gt;Gaoming said:&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;Gaoming said:&lt;br /&gt;ben went outttttttt&lt;br /&gt;Gaoming said:&lt;br /&gt;wif another girl&lt;br /&gt;Gaoming said:&lt;br /&gt;he told me to tell u&lt;br /&gt;XUANRONG said:&lt;br /&gt;cook up a better lie.&lt;br /&gt;XUANRONG said:&lt;br /&gt;LOL. he's online.&lt;br /&gt;XUANRONG said:&lt;br /&gt;not shopping with hands interlocked with any girl, moron&lt;br /&gt;GaoMing says:&lt;br /&gt;bl&lt;br /&gt;GaoMing says:&lt;br /&gt;aa&lt;br /&gt;GaoMing says:&lt;br /&gt;stupid ben&lt;br /&gt;GaoMing says:&lt;br /&gt;no life&lt;br /&gt;XUANRONG says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL. no date, no life?&lt;br /&gt;XUANRONG says:&lt;br /&gt;hooboy, then most of the world must be dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-4579619991550546488?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4579619991550546488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=4579619991550546488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/4579619991550546488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/4579619991550546488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/gaoming-said-i-tell-you-something.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-321765974549699492</id><published>2009-02-14T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:27:49.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With the sun, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter and Neptune ALL in your relationship house, how could Valentine’s Day possibly go wrong? The only issue could be a longing for a committed partnership, particularly if you’re currently single. Don’t mope, Lion, get out there and strut your stuff. The catwalk is waiting for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-321765974549699492?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/321765974549699492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=321765974549699492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/321765974549699492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/321765974549699492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/with-sun-mercury-mars-jupiter-and.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-3341155136148135553</id><published>2009-02-13T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:18:30.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh whatthehell.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do nothin!&lt;br /&gt;tsk, &lt;em&gt;wei lao xian shuai&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;today, total defence day.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;it's was so bloody hot for the first 3 periods!&lt;br /&gt;plus, we had this wth-ly fire drill.&lt;br /&gt;wasted math and lit time.&lt;br /&gt;they had to do this on friday the 13th to make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;aww.&lt;br /&gt;ok, i really cant find the energy to continue this shiat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy V-DAY friends and shakespeare!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads hugs &amp; tugs &amp; smooches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3341155136148135553?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3341155136148135553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=3341155136148135553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3341155136148135553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3341155136148135553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-whatthehell.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-9104490146431746122</id><published>2009-02-10T16:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:30:53.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>harr.&lt;br /&gt;chris brown is rumoured to have assaulted rihanna.&lt;br /&gt;wth.&lt;br /&gt;honestly, which girl would want a guy like that?&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;hitting you doesn't scream 'i love you', rihanna!!&lt;br /&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i hate male chauvinists, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;how &lt;em&gt;dare&lt;/em&gt; they hit women.&lt;br /&gt;down with the capulets!&lt;br /&gt;down with the montagues!&lt;br /&gt;down with the male chauvinists!!&lt;br /&gt;darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-9104490146431746122?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/9104490146431746122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=9104490146431746122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/9104490146431746122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/9104490146431746122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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yea, dont lose your winning match too soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still dont get the passion betw R&amp;J.&lt;br /&gt;what's up with that?&lt;br /&gt;the book cover doesn't portray them drop-dead-grogeous.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and smth suddenly occured to me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm now finding shakespeare's era ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm really interested to know what the next century will think of this century, if they were to study it, that is.&lt;br /&gt;and we all thought sex in olden days is a sensetive topic.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't seem the case after every lit lesson eh!&lt;br /&gt;in fact, they seem even more open.&lt;br /&gt;and humorous about it.&lt;br /&gt;as in, they're more discreet.&lt;br /&gt;like, &lt;em&gt;falling backwards&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;as in, a contrast to &lt;em&gt;i wanna lick your geneticals&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wipe that look off your face.&lt;br /&gt;i was merely quoting a certain horny person.&lt;br /&gt;the one who thinks out idea of Arise Shine is the same as him.&lt;br /&gt;horny teacher.&lt;br /&gt;he really thinks too much, no?&lt;br /&gt;anw, i shalt we offest, a thousand times good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3510236786744649923?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3510236786744649923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=3510236786744649923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3510236786744649923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3510236786744649923'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;or else i'd be missing the world too much.&lt;br /&gt;yawn~&lt;br /&gt;i'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;oh mann.&lt;br /&gt;and thinking abt the past week made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;1. i found a new toy - maria.&lt;br /&gt;2. the thought of baseball gets my insides all funny.&lt;br /&gt;3. i played ard with shakespear's dumb words.&lt;br /&gt;4. i crapped alot.&lt;br /&gt;5. i was hardly down the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok, maybe i was.&lt;br /&gt;becos' that's 3 days wasted on CNY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally 6. i fantasized so much i want time to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;fantasyland has no boundaries, i can literally go wild.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hugs ad tugs and off to fantasyland.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-599620621358843797?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-7162224411392652978</id><published>2009-01-26T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T22:18:16.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this CNY, i've learnt many stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- drinking wine(not beer;/)&lt;br /&gt;- playing &lt;em&gt;banlark&lt;/em&gt;(refreshed memory)&lt;br /&gt;- i'm feeling different now.&lt;br /&gt;- mei's boobs are looking bigger and bigger.&lt;br /&gt;- family gatherings are real boring nowdays.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;idiot&lt;/em&gt;'s idiotic.&lt;br /&gt;- gaoming's learning to ain't me(creativity, boy!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-7162224411392652978?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-9052558070283214703</id><published>2009-01-24T15:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:27:11.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cant believe i ate that.&lt;br /&gt;hell.&lt;br /&gt;anw, i can tell you for sure i ain't ready.&lt;br /&gt;for cny.&lt;br /&gt;it seems a tad' too fast this year.&lt;br /&gt;it's like...&lt;br /&gt;i'm not mentally prepared.&lt;br /&gt;cos i've just switched from hol mood to sch mode.&lt;br /&gt;and now i must get into that festive season kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;it's just...&lt;br /&gt;too much of a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;and i hate it all.&lt;br /&gt;what's the point, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;and not to forget te homework.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;and oh, btw.&lt;br /&gt;i sorted my thoughts annd realised what makes me high.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should take more of it to get into the mood for cny.&lt;br /&gt;hahah.&lt;br /&gt;and i love auntie lanny.&lt;br /&gt;she's kinda like an indonasion-chinese.&lt;br /&gt;and she's VERYVERY rich.&lt;br /&gt;it's good to have parents who have friends like that.&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fat angpaos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-9052558070283214703?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/9052558070283214703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=9052558070283214703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;it was pretty far..&lt;br /&gt;took like, 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;but it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;the wind was shiok.&lt;br /&gt;and dont gimme that look orh.&lt;br /&gt;is my dad's car was sent for servicing!&lt;br /&gt;but it's ok now!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hurray, the lost and hollow feeling's fading fast~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont usually walk to sch luh.&lt;br /&gt;who walks so far??&lt;br /&gt;anw, i wanna tell dad to do this occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;like, twice per month.&lt;br /&gt;walking early in the morning's real cool.&lt;br /&gt;literally and figuratively.&lt;br /&gt;today's interesting..&lt;br /&gt;i had amusing experiences both to and from sch!&lt;br /&gt;when i came back, &lt;br /&gt;there was this malay lady with an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;guess she was afraid of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;and then she came up to me.&lt;br /&gt;lady: hello!&lt;br /&gt;then she came closer, shared the umbrella with me.&lt;br /&gt;she's nice.&lt;br /&gt;and real friendly.&lt;br /&gt;she's nicer than my ahma even.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;well, there are kind souls ard afterall!&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;and she was a spot-on.&lt;br /&gt;she knew i was in sec2.&lt;br /&gt;lady: you're in sec 2?&lt;br /&gt;eh, how did she know?&lt;br /&gt;phychic powers????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;tsk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-7722875130232528550?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7722875130232528550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=7722875130232528550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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reading it reminds me of taylor swift's song.&lt;br /&gt;love story.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;that and white horse sound so &lt;em&gt;meng huan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;very pretty song.&lt;br /&gt;weird word, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;smartys will get what i meant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-1276819438189287211?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/1276819438189287211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=1276819438189287211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/1276819438189287211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-4676789202650606123</id><published>2009-01-08T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T15:19:35.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;verdict: even SO turned out to be pretty cool, so i decided this year ain't gonna be too bad afterall!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;today was real fun.&lt;br /&gt;so fun that i forgot all about 1F'08.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;anw, most of us are still in a way in the same class wad.&lt;br /&gt;like say, english.&lt;br /&gt;with horniest.&lt;br /&gt;heeeh.&lt;br /&gt;that sickening rt!&lt;br /&gt;and mindy, jx, eunice.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;1F's now no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;and i really love 2E.&lt;br /&gt;simply becos the guys are real tamed.&lt;br /&gt;unlike 1F guys who were so rowdy.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;this class's pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;i hope 2E'09's gonna stay united and tgt till 2010.&lt;br /&gt;when we graduate.&lt;br /&gt;yeah..&lt;br /&gt;cos well, at least this class's co-opertative.&lt;br /&gt;toods, and off to romeo and juliet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-4676789202650606123?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/4676789202650606123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=4676789202650606123' title='0 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day:&lt;br /&gt;shopping for shoes brighten my day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, today was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;interesting..&lt;br /&gt;and i enjoyed laughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;huang ying's pretty cool, read fun and whacky.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;if only he were our chi tcher.&lt;br /&gt;and eng?&lt;br /&gt;funny.&lt;br /&gt;i kept fooling ard with mindy abt the show.&lt;br /&gt;and all the others were fun.&lt;br /&gt;esp sci.&lt;br /&gt;and zoey and i were like,&lt;br /&gt;laughing our heads off.&lt;br /&gt;literally!&lt;br /&gt;no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;mr lim's cool too.&lt;br /&gt;totally fun.&lt;br /&gt;oh, speaking of him, i gotta do my notebk!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;no time at all.&lt;br /&gt;and oh!!&lt;br /&gt;mum surprised me with a watch.&lt;br /&gt;i love that brand ok!&lt;br /&gt;it's supposed to be a surprise random gift.&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;it's cool.&lt;br /&gt;i like random gifts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;(hint hint!)&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, no biggie.&lt;br /&gt;toods for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-3415911612283806135?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/3415911612283806135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=3415911612283806135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3415911612283806135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1009714274747185965/posts/default/3415911612283806135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/2009/01/qoute-of-day-shopping-for-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-7991501186846580544</id><published>2009-01-04T11:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:11:13.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's so weird.&lt;br /&gt;people all over are rebonding their hair.&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm so growing my hair long enough to curl 'em.&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;like, locks.&lt;br /&gt;i hate straight hair cos it looks so mundane.&lt;br /&gt;but well, this is just &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; view.&lt;br /&gt;just wanna state it.&lt;br /&gt;either these people are blindly following trends,&lt;br /&gt;or i am just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;either, i'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;cos first off, if it's the former, it simply doesn't concern me!&lt;br /&gt;and it it's the latter, i know already.&lt;br /&gt;i've always told ya' i'm uber weird.&lt;br /&gt;and with my weirdness, i hereby sign off.&lt;br /&gt;tooods readers with loadsa love!&lt;br /&gt;XOXOXO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-7991501186846580544?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/7991501186846580544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1009714274747185965&amp;postID=7991501186846580544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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including stiletto, pump, block, tapered, blade, and wedge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to high fashion shoe websites like Jimmy Choo and Gucci, a "low heel" is considered less than 2.5 inches (6 centimeters), while heels between 2.5 and 3.5 inches (8.5 cm) are considered "mid heels," and anything over that is considered a "high heel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurray!&lt;br /&gt;i got a black stiletto!&lt;br /&gt;2inches.&lt;br /&gt;heeh.&lt;br /&gt;ok, it sounds high.&lt;br /&gt;but see above?&lt;br /&gt;it's only considered a mere low heel.&lt;br /&gt;heeh.&lt;br /&gt;see that, daddy??&lt;br /&gt;but still, i dont mean to wear it often.&lt;br /&gt;just for more formal events and a maybe for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;not regular shopping at AMK, J8, Bugis street, duh!&lt;br /&gt;absolutely not.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;it makes no sense to dress like &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; there.&lt;br /&gt;puh-leease!&lt;br /&gt;if i'm gonna wear them like that..&lt;br /&gt;then i'd rather throw 'em into the bin!&lt;br /&gt;of course.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not an air-head ok!&lt;br /&gt;i sure know the damages heels cause.&lt;br /&gt;but well, wadeva.&lt;br /&gt;a girl can do pretty much to look tall.&lt;br /&gt;esp someone like me.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;big&gt;not&lt;/big&gt; that i'm real short!!&lt;br /&gt;i grew 2 cm ya know!&lt;br /&gt;wait till i grow more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SV9mf2ExbuI/AAAAAAAAArw/4tbB8cjnSCQ/s1600-h/bleh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 137px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SV9mf2ExbuI/AAAAAAAAArw/4tbB8cjnSCQ/s200/bleh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287057184833760994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-6892807023117359295?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WNqUDKCVPgI/SV9mf2ExbuI/AAAAAAAAArw/4tbB8cjnSCQ/s72-c/bleh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-8328592833304006191</id><published>2009-01-03T12:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T12:35:34.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;big&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;HAPPY BELATED BD, SHUUUUYEEEEEE!&lt;/bockquote&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mum's friend's just so cool.&lt;br /&gt;i love the i-pod so much.&lt;br /&gt;thanks mum's-generous-friend!&lt;br /&gt;heeeheh.&lt;br /&gt;and can i mention the shiny-aqua color's so cute??&lt;br /&gt;my..&lt;br /&gt;but i still would love to have a custom-made one like dad's.&lt;br /&gt;well, be thankful, xr!&lt;br /&gt;toods.&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>peridot</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13296768279191614672</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-6834948857304571506</id><published>2009-01-03T11:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:46:10.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd was great.&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;when dad first dropped me off at the sch's doorstep,&lt;br /&gt;i was strangely brought back to exacly a yr ago.&lt;br /&gt;when i was afraid, nervous and a freshie.&lt;br /&gt;but now, i'm a sophomore alr!&lt;br /&gt;time do fly.&lt;br /&gt;and i really enjoyed myself ytd.&lt;br /&gt;and ok, on second thoughts, CRL's nice.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;and with regards to my wishlist,&lt;br /&gt;i'm really gonna cherish everything i have lest i regret it.&lt;br /&gt;yes, abosolutely!&lt;br /&gt;and with regards to adeline wong being my eng tcher again...........&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'll try my best to make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i wont grumble as much anymore, zoey!!&lt;br /&gt;heeheh.&lt;br /&gt;cos well, i dont like one who always grumbles.&lt;br /&gt;and i reckon the others too.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, end of speech, thanks for tuning in.&lt;br /&gt;toods!&lt;br /&gt;with XOs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-6834948857304571506?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/6834948857304571506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1009714274747185965.post-2722401601567720942</id><published>2009-01-01T12:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:24:59.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i go for brains more than looks.&lt;br /&gt;i go for nike instead of zinc.&lt;br /&gt;i go for maturity, not insanity nor childishness.&lt;br /&gt;i go for everything and anything excellent.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think i deserve anything inferior. &lt;br /&gt;(no one does, i reckon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;i shall work hard for my resolution&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1009714274747185965-2722401601567720942?l=the-sweeten-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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