<?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-5257304974733840047</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:35:48.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living In Reality</title><subtitle type='html'>Life sucks, and then you die. Yeah, I should be so lucky.X)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>STACEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604754527582927670</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257304974733840047.post-2777577925235011543</id><published>2008-12-19T23:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T00:35:21.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swee's SWEET Sixteen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;First thing's first, I went to Shev's house to get the CUPcookies ready and her dad drove us to Paradise. We then reached the hotel aroung five-ish. Messaged swee for the hotel room and it was&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; 2007&lt;/span&gt;. Shev and I were confused whether it is room20, floor7, or vice versa &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Come on! You know you'll get confused too!) lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we arrived, only swee, shev, jo , sw and I were there. Sooooo, we &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TALKED&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;painted our nails&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(thanks to shev and the bday girl's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nailpolish).&lt;/span&gt; The rest arrived at around 7. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Belle, lyd, che, niz, the guys, wm,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;jen, then poh and tins)&lt;/span&gt; So, we ATE, and a few played cards &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Ken, bullshit,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;..etc.)&lt;/span&gt; AND got&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; complained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. =D LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SUvJdA4saMI/AAAAAAAAADk/6t5PS9muqOQ/s1600-h/DSC03744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281536488313219266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SUvJdA4saMI/AAAAAAAAADk/6t5PS9muqOQ/s320/DSC03744.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   Us and the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SUvJc3mzSII/AAAAAAAAADc/WK31i1ivvCU/s1600-h/0a4d3bf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281536485822253186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SUvJc3mzSII/AAAAAAAAADc/WK31i1ivvCU/s320/0a4d3bf3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then somehow, me and a few other friends ended up at the beach, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;DARK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;beach. When we went back to the room, and RANG the belle for like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GAZILLION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; times,&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;PLUS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;banging on the door, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; opened the door for us. It seems they were playing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DARE &lt;em&gt;OR&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(acc to lyd) in the MAROON room. I didn't join them though. Some of the dares were ermm.. interesting.haha.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; (Shev got cream puff in her hair, girls seducing another, and guys kissing another.)&lt;/span&gt; LMAO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 11.30pm, poh, jo and I went down to get the STUFF ready, AND then her parents +bro +couz came! Awwww!&lt;br /&gt;After the STUFF is done, the rest lured her down at oo.ooam (15/12/08) AND...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281536987207585842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SUvJ6DaYUDI/AAAAAAAAAD8/SoEFkT1Em-g/s320/8fd0c107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;                                         &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WWW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;15/12/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had cake after that and we played touch rugbyball. Formed 2 groups:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Group 1-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Niz, Ken, Wm, Russ, Tinee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Group 2-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shev, Swee, Gerald, Shen, Me. (later subsituted Jo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obviously &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;MY group won lah right?..i think.haha. We didnt keep track score. FUN indeed! Played till nearly 2am. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Woww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; right?&lt;br /&gt;Talked till 3 then went up to the room to play a round of ctt. AND i received a lucky draw gift! Number 5: Lipshimmer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls and I slept around 4smtg (planned to) but it ends up, me and jo didnt sleep at all and went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;balcony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; instead (its so much warmer there.lol) and wait for morning to arrive. (Almost slept in the balcony!) Later on, poh and wm joined us too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SUvJrftTmfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MxQIQG7r7RQ/s1600-h/0a4d3bf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SUvJdbu_wYI/AAAAAAAAADs/OjvJAp4OSCc/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281536495520301442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SUvJdbu_wYI/AAAAAAAAADs/OjvJAp4OSCc/s320/DSC00002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; EVERYONE woke up at 8! Got ready and swee, jo, wm and I went down for breakfast! I wanted to go to Tg.Bungah Market for breakfast but &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; suddenly changed her mind.lol. Checked out at 11, went to Swee's house and talked while i &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yawned almost ALL the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. After that, we went to jo's house. Not long after that, my mum fetched me back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have lots of fun that day! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thanks swee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257304974733840047-2777577925235011543?l=staceylcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/feeds/2777577925235011543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257304974733840047&amp;postID=2777577925235011543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/2777577925235011543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/2777577925235011543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/2008/12/swees-sweet-sixteen.html' title='Swee&apos;s SWEET Sixteen!'/><author><name>STACEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604754527582927670</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/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SUvJdA4saMI/AAAAAAAAADk/6t5PS9muqOQ/s72-c/DSC03744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257304974733840047.post-859000839522046038</id><published>2008-12-03T10:50:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:01:34.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Shee's Sweet Sixteen!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've nothing to do NOW , so that's why I've decided to start blogging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Shev's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at gp last Sunday, and she invited over  seventeen people, i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;REPEAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt; people! Gosh! (Haha) The &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of this story is..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is VERY troublesome to go out in such a huge group..           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There'll ALWAYS be SOMEONE missing, conflict on what to do, WHERE to even eat. (If you're wondering: We end up having dinner at Gurney Drive.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;BUT ITS FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, it started with everyone gathering at MegaQ to surprise the birthday girl. The cake was oh so yummy btw (&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Minty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;)!! And Ah Shee had also received a very &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;special&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;gift. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JEA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOUS-NYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! -Most of us had that reaction.LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to the arcade. (To Ah Shee: You're too friendly! *grins*) We went to play that video game thing, you know, with buttons and stuff , i have no idea what its called.haha. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Guys&lt;/span&gt;! Obviously, GIRLS WON, ..ahem.ahem. at first.. only lah.lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/STX9MFVUFYI/AAAAAAAAACU/lfLMSr2VxPU/s1600-h/P1190085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275400922566235522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/STX9MFVUFYI/AAAAAAAAACU/lfLMSr2VxPU/s320/P1190085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were just simply SMASHING the buttons.LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT you know what? The guys &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;A KID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; *evil laugh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, went to pool, and watch TWILIGHT! Its actually not that nice, i expected more, i guess. Maybe its because i tend to compare it with the book. AND i dont think Robert Pattinson is hot. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;NOOO!&lt;/span&gt; NOT  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AT ALL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Wouldnt it be better if someone else takes his place. Example..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;                        STEVEN STRAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/STYBZTIetdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fygu9G8DgVw/s1600-h/93d348886f4163da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275405547655312850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/STYBZTIetdI/AAAAAAAAAC8/fygu9G8DgVw/s320/93d348886f4163da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;         OR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/STX9Lx2qM3I/AAAAAAAAACM/nkO_6E5ZdoM/s1600-h/2197934867_337fde50a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275400917337387890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/STX9Lx2qM3I/AAAAAAAAACM/nkO_6E5ZdoM/s320/2197934867_337fde50a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Whoever this is.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After the movie, we walked to Gurney Drive. I seriously prefer eating at hawker stalls/ kopitiam than those fancy smancy restaurants. Its cheaper, love the noise, and we dont have to dress up nicely just to have a meal.=) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;GO KOPITIAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Later on, we went for a walk at the kononnya beach. And thats the end of the day! THANKS SHEV for the spectacular day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; till the next post (which i dunno when)Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257304974733840047-859000839522046038?l=staceylcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/feeds/859000839522046038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257304974733840047&amp;postID=859000839522046038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/859000839522046038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/859000839522046038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/2008/12/ah-shees-sweet-sixteen.html' title='Ah Shee&apos;s Sweet Sixteen!'/><author><name>STACEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604754527582927670</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/_7XfuHCOQPAE/STX9MFVUFYI/AAAAAAAAACU/lfLMSr2VxPU/s72-c/P1190085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257304974733840047.post-4748137456730555527</id><published>2008-11-08T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:42:16.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged By Belle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Maybelle&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;our romance is over&lt;/span&gt;. I think I realized it when &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;first of May,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;at the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt; and I saw you &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sit on my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;avocado plant&lt;/span&gt;. I'm sure you're&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; middle class&lt;/span&gt; enough to understand &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;awful i felt&lt;/span&gt;. I'm returning &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;your ring&lt;/span&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;your collection of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;butterflies&lt;/span&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;never openly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mocked Oprah Winfrey's imitations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Greetings to you freaky family&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stacey.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(the last person who left a comment on your Journal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;__1___&lt;/span&gt;. I think I realized it when &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;___2______3___&lt;/span&gt; and I saw you &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;___4___ ___5___.&lt;/span&gt; I'm sure you're &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;___6___&lt;/span&gt; enough to understand &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;___7___.&lt;/span&gt; I'm returning &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;___8___&lt;/span&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;___9___&lt;/span&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;___10___ ___11___.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;___12___,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Your name-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;January - That night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;February - Last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;May - First of May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kebab - With ParisHilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red - Insult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;White - My father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O.C. - Emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost - HighHouse - Scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;American Idol - Masochistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;White - Your ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orange - Your false teethBrown - Your contact book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. The first letter of your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;France - In pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257304974733840047-4748137456730555527?l=staceylcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/feeds/4748137456730555527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257304974733840047&amp;postID=4748137456730555527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/4748137456730555527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/4748137456730555527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged-by-belle.html' title='Tagged By Belle.'/><author><name>STACEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604754527582927670</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-5257304974733840047.post-7619230680194052390</id><published>2008-11-07T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:07:07.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets partyy parteyyyyy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i have been &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;KIND OF&lt;/span&gt; ignoring my blog. And I know belle misses me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt; lol. As you all know, exams are all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OVERR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O-V-E-R!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stress gone, but my pimple is still gonna stay. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;LIST OF THINGS-TO-DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i) &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HSM3!&lt;/span&gt; (loving it even before i watch it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ii) &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Shop till i drop!&lt;/span&gt; Clothes, shoes...aaaahhh..&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for gp's new wing to open. Btw, a salesperson from gp &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me. He told me the new wing is gonna open on the 5th and look what happened.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iii)&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Draw some portraits.&lt;/span&gt; Suddenly have the oomph to do so.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; So, tell me whose portrait you want to see me drawing, I'll draw you an uglier version of that person.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SRQxko-aydI/AAAAAAAAACE/i-CVycoxVm4/s1600-h/30102008(003).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265888369847224786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SRQxko-aydI/AAAAAAAAACE/i-CVycoxVm4/s320/30102008(003).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Drew this on the formula sheet when having maths, I know its oogley but hey, what do you expect from me&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;iv)&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Devoted in piano&lt;/span&gt;. Again, the sudden &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oomph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i went to look around at some videos in youtube, i came across a few jaw dropping ones. Young kids around the age of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 or 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, playing like pros. Tried uploading them, but failed to do so. If you want to see it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWi9BKQPvfg&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nWi9BKQPvfg&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUx4t4W4eVY"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUx4t4W4eVY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If only I can be just half as good as they are...haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here's something very interesting for you &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Four Guys you think you should date...but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Chump #1&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Workaholic Hotshot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This guy is always dressed to the nines, because he's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;loaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Simmer down -- the cash flow comes at a price. He toils until the wee hours, then loosens his tie and parties like there's no tomorrow. Unfortunately, there is a tomorrow, and it starts in like three hours. What little time he has for you will be shared with his BlackBerry. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;ugly truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Money is the love of his life, and you come in &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;second -- or third&lt;/span&gt;, since he's probably crunching more than numbers with his secretary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chump #2&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Adrenaline Junk&lt;/em&gt;ie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This dude skydives, surfs, runs with the bulls -- anything for that rush. And he has the sick abs and chiseled arms to prove it. But to keep him happy, you need to be in perpetual motion too. This guy does not like to sit around, and he &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;doesn't like for you to sit around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; either. And it isn't just a phase. In his late 30s, he'll get into marathons, and they'll lead to triathlons and eventually to the Ironman competition. Yeah, that means a trip to Hawaii, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of chilling on the beach you'll be cheering him on from the sidelines. Having fun yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Chump #3&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Nice Guy With a Chip on His Shou&lt;/em&gt;lder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll ridicule the "tools who are trying too hard" with bold clothing choices to seem down-to-earth, but here's his &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;dirty little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;: He spends just as much time picking out his outfit as his more fashion-conscious counterparts do. Under the casual exterior is a calculating killjoy with mom issues. He'll stand at the bar thinking, "Why is that girl going for that dude over there? One day, she'll come to her senses and get with a nice guy like me!" The truth is, he's so &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;preoccupied with being overlooked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that he'd be totally oblivious to your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Chump #4&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;The Smooth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Operator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;He's the type that rolls up to the club in an Escalade and holds court in the VIP section, ordering bottle service all night. He scores women with entertaining small talk and name-dropping. Yeah, he's a Casanova in a skull cap (it replaced his trucker hat about a year ago). But this guy &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;spells trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It takes confidence to pull it off with a straight face -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; much confidence. (There is such a thing.) He'll shower you with attention, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;beware&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: You may not be the only chick in that shower!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; your soul mate, and..                                                                                                                 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, which do you think you are?&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE ROCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SPOT HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Typical interests:&lt;/span&gt; Organized groups (like a running club), gadgets, nonfiction books&lt;br /&gt;When he's stressed, he analyzes the situation and makes lists and plans.&lt;br /&gt;He lights up if you say: "I could really use your advice on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE'S RIGHT FOR YOU IF...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want your boyfriend to be a supportive, steadfast partner who shares your sensible approach to life and is smart enough to get your sometimes quirky side without judging.&lt;br /&gt;You're turned on by witty, intelligent conversation and gifts that show the affection he's not so great at verbalizing.&lt;br /&gt;You deal with problems by talking about them rationally. This guy's always game for reasoned debates, but drama queens will lose big -- emotional outbursts freak him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SYNCING UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;His favorite dates:&lt;/span&gt; He feels most energized when he's engaging his mind, so try watching a documentary, seeing an interesting exhibit, or taking a class, such as sushi making.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship requirements: This dedicated dude gets totally absorbed in his interests. If you don't even ask about them ("How was Shark Week?"), he'll feel like you don't get him. He's also tuned in to etiquette, so gaffes (like bailing on plans) turn him off.&lt;br /&gt;What he seeks in a soul mate: To really trust you, he has to know that you respect his cerebral nature. Help coax out his playful side with plans he'd never make on his own and he'll see you as the total package.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE DOER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SPOT HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Typical interests:&lt;/span&gt; Sports (playing and watching), barbecuing, building things&lt;br /&gt;When he's stressed, he dives in and deals with the cause, whether it means extra hours at work or a showdown.&lt;br /&gt;He lights up if you say: "Is there anything you can't make happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HE'S RIGHT FOR YOU IF...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want your boyfriend to be the classic male archetype -- a protective, take-charge dude who doesn't yap about his feelings but lets his guard down when alone with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're turned on by grand gestures, like spontaneous PDAs, and manly deeds, like changing your car's oil.&lt;br /&gt;You deal with problems directly without any passive-aggressive BS. He's quick to confront conflict. If you are too, your issues will disappear once you hash them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SYNCING UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;His favorite dates:&lt;/span&gt; His heart beats faster (figuratively and literally) when he's active, so suggest a hike in the woods or a boxing class followed by drinks.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship requirements: This on-the-go guy needs solo time to recharge and will feel smothered if you are clingy. You'll need a thick skin, because he doesn't sugarcoat things...ever.&lt;br /&gt;What he seeks in a soul mate: His he-man side needs you to appreciate his efforts to lead. But under his strong, silent exterior, he's a superloyal softie. He feels complete when you can talk about the feelings that he internalizes.THE THRILL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CHASER &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SPOT HIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Typical interests:&lt;/span&gt; Outdoor activities (like camping and skiing), foreign travel, parties and crowds&lt;br /&gt;When he's stressed, he distracts himself with something amusing, like watching the game or organizing a social outing.&lt;br /&gt;He lights up if you say: "Oh, you have a fascinating story about that -- c'mon, tell everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HE'S RIGHT FOR YOU IF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You want your boyfriend to be a whirlwind of personality who can liven things up, make you laugh, get you out of your head, and keep you guessing...in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;You're turned on by unpredictable, exciting plans.&lt;br /&gt;You deal with problems in a casual, nonconfrontational way. Mr. Conflict Avoidance hates when you're unhappy with him and will deflect attention unless you tackle the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SYNCING UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;His favorite dates:&lt;/span&gt; This class clown loves being around new people -- think karaoke night or a charity casino event. He's also thrilled by new accomplishments, like scaling a rock wall at the gym.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship requirements: He needs a laissez-faire chick who won't try to rein in his inner wild child. He is willing to share the spotlight, just not all of it.&lt;br /&gt;What he seeks in a soul mate: The ultimate people person bonds best with an ever-evolving woman who can match his lust for new experiences. He craves independence yet still needs to know he's important to you, so being secure enough to show you care is a must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE SWEETHEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SPOT HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Typical interests:&lt;/span&gt; Music, cooking dinner for friends, reading literature&lt;br /&gt;When he's stressed, he talks about it with confidants until he finds a solution.&lt;br /&gt;He lights up if you say: "I never would have noticed that. You're so observant!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;HE'S RIGHT FOR YOU IF...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You want your boyfriend to be a guy who truly listens, understands your girlie side, and can talk about feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You're turned on by sweet, movie-worthy romance, like slow kisses and crazy-great compliments.&lt;br /&gt;You deal with problems by honestly addressing them and taking emotions into consideration. He's a philosopher at heart, and even if you two don't agree in the end, you'll learn tons about each other during your in-depth discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SYNCING UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;His favorite dates:&lt;/span&gt; Atmosphere matters to this sensualist, so find a spot with a romantic vibe (try a botanical garden or outdoor jazz concert) for the real highlight: your ever-intensifying one-on-one bond.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship requirements: This nurturer tries to know everyone he meets on a deeper level, which can be rough if you're the jealous type. Also, he's so into connecting that he'll feel dissed if you don't share your problems.&lt;br /&gt;What he seeks in a soul mate: This idealist falls when he knows you value communication too. Because he tends to ruminate, you'll enhance his life by being decisive yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257304974733840047-7619230680194052390?l=staceylcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7619230680194052390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257304974733840047&amp;postID=7619230680194052390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/7619230680194052390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/7619230680194052390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/2008/11/lets-partyy-parteyyyyy.html' title='Lets partyy parteyyyyy!'/><author><name>STACEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604754527582927670</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/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SRQxko-aydI/AAAAAAAAACE/i-CVycoxVm4/s72-c/30102008(003).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257304974733840047.post-3226097146496400021</id><published>2008-08-30T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T00:09:18.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HECTIC DAY!</title><content type='html'>Briefly, this is what i did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tuition. And right after tuition i went to my piano class fr &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THREE &lt;/span&gt;WHOLE HOURS!! .. And even worse, and that caused me not to have my lunch &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;TILL FOUR&lt;/span&gt;! I repeat , &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FOUR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I was starving(not really.=])!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Then we have a guitar recital later on, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;after i had my lunch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;heee. My friends, Melody and Wen Chien (just met few days ago at practice) and I played Canon in D. When it was our turn to play, well, it didnt turned out NICE. After that, I have totally forgotten I needed to play another piece , -If by Bread until my teacher called me up to the stage.LOL. It &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SUCKED &lt;/span&gt;btw.haha. My friends then decided to play the song again as they were not satisfied with the previous performance. The second time was better!!Thank goodness!!=)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SLlsGdDSPZI/AAAAAAAAABk/C61HGsu9P0E/s1600-h/30-08-08_1726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240338499555704210" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="160" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SLlsGdDSPZI/AAAAAAAAABk/C61HGsu9P0E/s320/30-08-08_1726.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Picture of me taken by my bro, quite blur though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Night time- WATCHED MR HONG KONG! He has a very cute smile! *drools* haha! Michael Tsu!!! *screams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SLlviWM4RkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pFdUY12-63E/s1600-h/MrHK2008e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240342277288117826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SLlviWM4RkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/pFdUY12-63E/s320/MrHK2008e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's my personal favourite! And HE WON! *Round of applause* Oh yaa, did i mention he has a CUTE smile? C-U-T-E.hahaha&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SLlprwix2DI/AAAAAAAAABc/ehmLn-8jOUE/s1600-h/30-08-08_1724.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="cboxdiv" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257304974733840047-3226097146496400021?l=staceylcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/feeds/3226097146496400021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257304974733840047&amp;postID=3226097146496400021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/3226097146496400021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/3226097146496400021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/2008/08/hectic-day.html' title='HECTIC DAY!'/><author><name>STACEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604754527582927670</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/_7XfuHCOQPAE/SLlsGdDSPZI/AAAAAAAAABk/C61HGsu9P0E/s72-c/30-08-08_1726.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257304974733840047.post-7453881874900314850</id><published>2008-08-26T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T23:03:16.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN YOU, CHICKEN POX!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just realised today most people had chicken pox.. cept.. (guess who).. ME! ish memang. Some say it'll leave scar and the older you are when you get, its gonna be worse. &lt;a href="mailto:!@#$"&gt;!@#$&lt;/a&gt;^&amp;amp;!! *TOOT* haha.&lt;br /&gt;That's all.. Too depressed to continue blogging. (LOL) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BTW, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i think David Cook is not SO bad.=)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bDmaGrRIKl0AgVKJzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBpZTByOGFiBHBvcwMyBHNlYwNzcgR2dGlkAw--/SIG=1h6itm6t7/EXP=1219849242/**http%3A//images.search.yahoo.com/images/view%3Fback=http%253A%252F%252Fimages.search.yahoo.com%252Fsearch%252Fimages%253Fp%253Dchicken%252Bpox%2526ni%253D18%2526ei%253DUTF-8%2526fr%253Dyfp-t-501%2526xargs%253D0%2526pstart%253D1%2526b%253D1%26w=150%26h=158%26imgurl=fuyoh.net%252Fgraphics%252Fphotos%252Fchickenpox.jpg%26rurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.fuyoh.net%252F%253Fp%253D624%26size=3.4kB%26name=chickenpox.jpg%26p=chicken%2Bpox%26type=JPG%26oid=838d01d2deab03aa%26no=2%26tt=9,125%26sigr=10r0na0nv%26sigi=118ftn4mt%26sigb=13blm8bhl"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257304974733840047-7453881874900314850?l=staceylcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/feeds/7453881874900314850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257304974733840047&amp;postID=7453881874900314850' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/7453881874900314850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/7453881874900314850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/2008/08/damn-you-chicken-pox.html' title='DAMN YOU, CHICKEN POX!!'/><author><name>STACEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604754527582927670</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5257304974733840047.post-8423120367763574171</id><published>2008-08-25T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T23:15:19.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience is a virtue!</title><content type='html'>As early as 7pm, I found myself caught in a traffic jam. ishkk! It was because the 'short cut' to my school was flooded, i repeat&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FLOODED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!,&lt;/span&gt; and we had to use the other way instead. It took me around &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;HALF AN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;HOUR&lt;/span&gt; to reach school.arrgh. I was really annoyed when the cars started honking! Gotta take yoga class soon! I'm far from patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to school. Enjoyed physics class. Some will know why. *grins* &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to tuition later at night. Jo got seriously abused.haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now- doing THIS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TMR IS A PUBLIC HOLIDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="LINE-HEIGHT: 0; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257304974733840047-8423120367763574171?l=staceylcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/feeds/8423120367763574171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257304974733840047&amp;postID=8423120367763574171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/8423120367763574171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/8423120367763574171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/2008/08/patience-is-virtue.html' title='Patience is a virtue!'/><author><name>STACEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604754527582927670</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-5257304974733840047.post-5329260325524440747</id><published>2008-08-24T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:21:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye and HELLO..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My first in blogging.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to the school holidays and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;TEACHERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I had a blast today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;7am-&lt;/span&gt; went to have breakfast at a kopitiam with friends (Yilin, Tasha, Ying Yuen, and..someone else was supposed to come, but I wonder what happened to him, you know who you are!) Oh ya! This &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;evil&lt;/span&gt; Tasha fed the stray cat sambal.tsk.tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8am-&lt;/span&gt; walked to our class.. and waited for JO and the DIVA.Chaos in teacher's house! *Reminder to self- pass the male duck thingy to Tasha* Btw, CARMEN!! YOU MAKE ME &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUFFERRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1pm-&lt;/span&gt; lunch at ANOTHER kopitiam, and met a funny indian guy that sells lottery tickets (long story). Then went to qb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Night-&lt;/span&gt; relax with my butt stuck to the sofa.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aight, thats all for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Remember to smile and greet your teachers tmr as they'll be as GLAD to see you too.Bahh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5257304974733840047-5329260325524440747?l=staceylcy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/feeds/5329260325524440747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5257304974733840047&amp;postID=5329260325524440747' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/5329260325524440747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5257304974733840047/posts/default/5329260325524440747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staceylcy.blogspot.com/2008/08/goodbye-and-hello.html' title='Goodbye and HELLO..'/><author><name>STACEY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10604754527582927670</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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
