<?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-20931999</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:27:47.429-08:00</updated><category term='costal clean up'/><category term='beijing'/><title type='text'>Memories...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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>156</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-3545422918138590831</id><published>2008-04-08T02:01:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T03:00:30.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song fic- Our song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song fiction - Our Song by Taylor Swift. Rubbish after that by me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blacken words: lyrics of the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Blue words: My words, their story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HERE GOES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I was riding shotgun with my hair undone in the front seat of his car&lt;br /&gt;He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;The other on my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;It was a terrible day, but school was finally over.&lt;br /&gt;Nate, the love of her life has arrived, as punctual always to fetch her back home. As she propped her knees against the smooth contours of his car, she carelessly yanked out the pink, rubbery elastic band that bit her hair. Running her fingers through her golden tresses she flicked it back &amp;amp; smiled as she gave Nate a peck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for picking me up sweetheart," she purred, "you're the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate gave his goofy little grin and Adele could feel the tingling feeling of pleasure traveling down her spine. Nate was simply adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well babe, anything for you." He winked, placing one hand over her heart, the other remaining on the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around, turn the radio down&lt;br /&gt;He says baby is something wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I say nothing I was just thinking how we don't have a song&lt;br /&gt;And he says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Song after song blasted through his powerful speakers; the vibrations pushing the molecules surrounding her engulfing her with rhythmic beats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele bolted upright, and staring blankly into space, turned the radio off slowly, almost dazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate, turning away from the view of traffic stopped short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt; "Baby, is something wrong?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concern etched in the furrows of his face as he gazed at Adele with such tenderness, he could melt and ice block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well... nothing really," she mumbled, "I was just wondering that we don't really have a song. I mean... a song that really sings about us...like our story... you get what i mean don't you Nate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment Nate was lost. Then that deep rich voice at the back of his throat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;vibrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate chuckled. "Well babe..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our song is the slamming screen door,&lt;br /&gt;Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window&lt;br /&gt;When we're on the phone and you talk real slow&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's late and your mama don't know&lt;br /&gt;Our song is the way you laugh&lt;br /&gt;The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"&lt;br /&gt;And when I got home ... before I said amen&lt;br /&gt;Asking God if he could play it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Adele's mood soon plummet as Nate dropped her off her front porch steps. Happenings of her bad day came tumbling down on her, almost all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That bitch..." she muttered, pushing the keys into the keyhole and twisting the lock open with a fierce click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She made her way into the kitchen where she found her mum and gave a less than satisfactory grunt that she's home. Before her mum could nag her ears off about manners, she wondered to the living room. Casually flipping open the latest magazine of CLEO she found on the abused sofa, she finally got bored and decided to brood inside her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she trudged her into her room, she almost didn't notice the roses and note on the top of her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All her troubles suddenly seemed to vanish. As she picked up the note and straightened the creases, she took a quick whiff of the roses, thinking happily to herself, 'Nate that goon must have crept in through the window to leave me all this...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking up the front porch steps after everything that day&lt;br /&gt;Had gone all wrong and been trampled on&lt;br /&gt;And lost and thrown away&lt;br /&gt;Got to the hallway, well on my way to my lovin' bed&lt;br /&gt;I almost didn't notice all the roses&lt;br /&gt;And the note that said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our song is the slamming screen door,&lt;br /&gt;Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window&lt;br /&gt;When we're on the phone and you talk real slow&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's late and your mama don't know&lt;br /&gt;Our song is the way you laugh&lt;br /&gt;The first date "man, I didn't kiss her, and I should have"&lt;br /&gt;And when I got home ... before I said amen&lt;br /&gt;Asking God if he could play it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Her heart melted to a puddle of hopeless infatuation. Flicking on her radio, she listened to song after song... A frown played on her burrow. None of these were good enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard every album, listened to the radio&lt;br /&gt;Waited for something to come along&lt;br /&gt;That was as good as our song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause our song is the slamming screen door&lt;br /&gt;Sneaking out late, tapping on his window&lt;br /&gt;When we're on the phone and he talks real slow&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's late and his mama don't know&lt;br /&gt;Our song is the way he laughs&lt;br /&gt;The first date "man, I didn't kiss him, and I should have"&lt;br /&gt;And when I got home, before I said amen&lt;br /&gt;Asking God if he could play it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Day 2, her long blond hair undone, trailing behind her as the wind played with it and lifted it up. A sudden inspiration hit her and she dug her bag for her pen and hurriedly jotted down the contents of their song on an old napkin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was riding shotgun with my hair undone&lt;br /&gt;In the front seat of his car&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed a pen and an old napkin&lt;br /&gt;And I... wrote down our song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-3545422918138590831?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3545422918138590831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=3545422918138590831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3545422918138590831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3545422918138590831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2008/04/song-fic-our-song.html' title='Song fic- Our song'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-3652339165233269178</id><published>2008-02-22T01:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T01:39:54.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/2608"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/horror_death/toys.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-3652339165233269178?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3652339165233269178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=3652339165233269178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3652339165233269178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3652339165233269178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2008/02/quiz.html' title='quiz'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-1136169293284877999</id><published>2008-02-12T03:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T03:33:11.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cookie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/3279"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/cookie_quiz/thumb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-1136169293284877999?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1136169293284877999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=1136169293284877999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1136169293284877999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1136169293284877999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2008/02/cookie.html' title='cookie!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-1744947815661399077</id><published>2008-02-12T00:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T00:21:04.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Girls Like Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lovefatedestiny.com/whygirlslikeguys.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well here are a few reasons that girls like                        guys i found it somewhr on the net. True or not?&lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;                      1. The way they always wear their favorite cologne (which                        happens to be the one that you bought them for their birthday)&lt;br /&gt;                      2. The way the run their hands through your hair&lt;br /&gt;                      3. The way that they look at you and you want to die right                        then and there&lt;br /&gt;                      4. The way that they casually put their arms around you&lt;br /&gt;                      5. The way that they kiss away your tears&lt;br /&gt;                      6. ...and the way that they then get mad at how they can't                        make your problem go away&lt;br /&gt;                      7. The way they show off around their friends, even though                        you both know that you would love them even if they missed                        a basket or two&lt;br /&gt;                      8. How there eyes light up at the result of 3 hours of preparing                        for your date&lt;br /&gt;                      9. How they always know just what to say to make you blush&lt;br /&gt;                      10. How they sometimes think that they know just what to                        say to make you feel better, even if you think that it is                        the worst thing that they could say&lt;br /&gt;                      11. The way they hold you close when you are cold&lt;br /&gt;                      12. How they look at you when your mad at them and all your                        anger melts away&lt;br /&gt;                      13. How they always smile when you are together&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p align="left"&gt;14. The way that they always let you win any                        game that you play together&lt;br /&gt;                      15. ... and then when you point that out to them they pretend                        to not know what you are talking about&lt;br /&gt;                      16. The way that they smile at you&lt;br /&gt;                      17. The way that you feel when they call to apologize after                        you had a big fight&lt;br /&gt;                      18. The way that they say I love you&lt;br /&gt;                      19. The way that they say I love you in front of their friends&lt;br /&gt;                      20. The way that they touch and hold you so gently, like                        they are afraid that they will break you&lt;br /&gt;                      21. The way that they kiss you&lt;br /&gt;                      22. The way that they open their arms to you when you are                        crying&lt;br /&gt;                      23. The way that they never admit that you hurt them&lt;br /&gt;                      24. The way that they try not to cry when they are afraid                        that they are losing you&lt;br /&gt;                      25. The way that they think that they are your big protector,                        even though you think that you are theirs.&lt;br /&gt;                      26. The way that they say I miss you, even though they hate                        to admit it&lt;br /&gt;                      27. The way that you miss everything about them when they                        are gone&lt;br /&gt;                      28. The way that they remember your special moments, or                        aniversaries when you think that they forgot&lt;br /&gt;                      29. The way that they apologize when they do forget&lt;br /&gt;                      30. The way that they comfort you when you have a bad day&lt;br /&gt;                      31. The way that you can't wait to get home and tell them                        all about your day&lt;br /&gt;                      32. The way that they write you love letters even if they                        think that it is uncool&lt;br /&gt;                      33. How they would rather be with you then their friends                        sometime&lt;br /&gt;                      34. How you want to hug them even though they are all sweaty&lt;/p&gt; Yet regardless if you love them, hate                        them, wish they would die or know that you would die without                        them... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever                        they were to the world they become everything to you. When                        you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their                        souls and you say a million things without a trace of sound,                        you know that your own life is inevitabley comsumed within                        the rhythimic beatings of his heart. We love them for a                        million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing                        a feeling, that is only felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-1744947815661399077?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1744947815661399077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=1744947815661399077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1744947815661399077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1744947815661399077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-girls-like-guys.html' title='Why Girls Like Guys'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-5313745340919881098</id><published>2008-02-10T02:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:50:45.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is a love letter from a boy to a girl....&lt;br /&gt;                      However, the girl's father does not like him and&lt;br /&gt;                      wanted them stop their relationship......&lt;br /&gt;                      and so.. the boy wrote this letter to the girl.. he&lt;br /&gt;                      knows that the girl's father will definitely read this letter..&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;1----"The great love that I have for you&lt;br /&gt;                      2---- is gone, and I find my dislike for you&lt;br /&gt;                      3---- grows every day. When I see you,&lt;br /&gt;                      4---- I do not even like your face;&lt;br /&gt;                      5---- the one thing that I want to do is to&lt;br /&gt;                      6---- look at other girls. I never wanted to&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;7---- marry you. Our last conversation&lt;br /&gt;                      8---- was very boring and has not&lt;br /&gt;                      9---- made me look forward to seeing you again.&lt;br /&gt;                      10--- You think only of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;                      11--- If we were married, I know that I would find&lt;br /&gt;                      12--- life very difficult, and I would have no&lt;br /&gt;                      13--- pleasure in living with you. I have a heart&lt;br /&gt;                      14--- to give, but it is not something that&lt;br /&gt;                      15--- I want to give to you. No one is more&lt;br /&gt;                      16--- foolish and selfish than you, and you are not&lt;br /&gt;                      17--- able to care for me and help me.&lt;br /&gt;                      18--- I sincerely want you to understand that&lt;br /&gt;                      19--- I speak the truth. You will do me a favor&lt;br /&gt;                      20---if you think this is the end. Do not try&lt;br /&gt;                      21--- to answer this. Your letters are full of&lt;br /&gt;                      22--- things that do not interest me. You have no&lt;br /&gt;                      23--- true love for me. Good-bye! Believe me,&lt;br /&gt;                      24--- I do not care for you. Please do not think that&lt;br /&gt;                      25--- I am still your boyfriend."&lt;/p&gt;                     &lt;p&gt;So bad!! However, before handing over the letter to&lt;br /&gt;                      the girl, the boy told the girl to "READ BETWEEN THE&lt;br /&gt;                      LINES", meaning-only to read&lt;br /&gt;                      1.3.5.7.9.11.13.15.17.19.21.23.25. (Odd Numbers)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-5313745340919881098?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5313745340919881098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=5313745340919881098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5313745340919881098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5313745340919881098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-letter.html' title='love letter'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-2405135733237990125</id><published>2008-02-02T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T21:34:29.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>absolute</title><content type='html'>*names edited to protect identities. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st feb. Me, HM, L, ZL ended up at vivo with bottles of liquor. Me &amp;amp; HM started  downing the first 3 bottles at the stadium area, but find it too bright. No atmosphere/mood to drink, so we took a train to Clarke Quay. It was wet and waaay too crowded. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took a train to Dhouby Ghout &amp;amp; wanted to head to City Hall(Marina sq) but the last train left! Time check, 12.15. Oh well. So we took a bus, a very empty bus.. and alighted at Marina sq. Then we headed to the roof of the place whr it was totally empty. Much like a ghost town. There we sat dwn, chatted while absolute vodka entered our throats. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye, so maybe i underestimated the vodka, or maybe it was because i was drinking on an empty stomach. Wasn't long before ZL, &amp;amp; i got drunk. XD HM went high then everything became a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time we knew, we're all laying on the floor rowing here and thr. My white shirt became damn dirty, but i didn't care. No strength to sit up anyway. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started puking all over the place yadayada. Kinda funny inbetween all the events. Shld have seen ZL's reaction when he got drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were randomly singing songs, laughing and all that. I was really..0.0 high/drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Security came, some indian fellow. Must be wondering why a couple of kids are laying on the floor. XD But he was nice to tell us to take care of our bags. Then he left us alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time check: 3.45 HM started disturbing me. Poking me, whatever. Finally we dragged ourselves up and headed home. Went to the washroom before that, and i walked into the male's toilet. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Moral of story? Nv underestimate absolute vodka. I mean it's not 40% alcoholic for nothing. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being drunk sucks. Especially when u start throwing up. Not a pretty sight. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, sayo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-2405135733237990125?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2405135733237990125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=2405135733237990125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/2405135733237990125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/2405135733237990125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2008/02/absolute.html' title='absolute'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-6432177161585843802</id><published>2008-01-30T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T02:58:34.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>30th jan</title><content type='html'>Today is the 30th of january 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, i'm official 16 now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old, mature, or whatever you say i've finally reached 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for singing birthday songs to me and showering me with gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you all, shihui, meihao, renyi, jesslyn, kiat yi, jasmine, hazel, marcus, chinkiang, shumin. Thanks for the gift (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thanks to big bird for being the first to wish me happy birthday. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for lunch at pizzahut; compass point today. They are seriously lacked of staff cause there were like 2 serves+manager only. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to treat the girls but fail miserably cause they refused to be treated to lunch by me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. i lazy to type liao la. Tutor teacher is gonna b late for the 10000th time again tonight. AMATHS, CHEM, PHSYICS tmr, so wish me tons of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XOXOX JIALING.The16yearoldgirlasoftoday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-6432177161585843802?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6432177161585843802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=6432177161585843802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/6432177161585843802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/6432177161585843802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2008/01/30th-jan.html' title='30th jan'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-8777676886497839967</id><published>2008-01-27T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:37:18.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>一件黑色毛衣&lt;br /&gt;Yi Jian Hei Se Mao Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;One black woolen sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;兩个人的回忆&lt;br /&gt;Liang Ge Ren De Hui Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;Two people's memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 雨过之后 更难忘记&lt;br /&gt;Yu Guo Zhi Hou Geng Nan Wang Ji&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;After the rain, it becomes harder to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忘记我还爱你&lt;br /&gt;Wang Ji Wo Hai Ai Ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;To forget that I still love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你不用在意&lt;br /&gt;Ni Bu Yong Zai Yi&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;You don't have to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;流泪也只是刚好而已&lt;br /&gt;Liu Lei Ye Zhi Shi Gang Hao Er Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;As the tears are just a coincidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我早已经待在谷底&lt;br /&gt;Wo Zao Yi Jing Dai Zai Gu Di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;I'm already at the bottom of the valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 我知道不能再留住你&lt;br /&gt;Wo Zhi Dao Bu Neng Zai Liu Zhu Ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;I know I can't hold you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也知道不能没有骨气&lt;br /&gt;Ye Zhi Dao Bu Neng Mei You Gu Qi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;And I know that I cannot lose my dignity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;感激你 让我拥有秋天的美丽&lt;br /&gt;Gan Ji Ni Rang Wo Yong You Qiu Tian De Mei Li&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;But I'm grateful that you let me experience autumn’s  beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看着那白色的蜻蜓&lt;br /&gt;Kan Zhe Na Bai Se De Qing Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;Looking at the white dragonfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;在空中忘了前进&lt;br /&gt;Zai Kong Zhong Wang Le Qian Jin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;Motionless in air, as if it has forgotten how to go forward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 还能不能重新编织&lt;br /&gt;Hai Neng Bu Neng Chong Xin Bian Zhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;Is it possible to rebuild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;脑海中起毛球的记忆&lt;br /&gt;Nao Hai Zhong Qi Mao Qiu De Ji Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;The torrent of memories in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再说我爱你&lt;br /&gt;Zai Shuo Wo Ai Ni&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;Once again, let me say "I Love You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能雨也不会停&lt;br /&gt;Ke Neng Yu Ye Bu Hui Ting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;Maybe then, the rain will still not stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;黑色毛衣&lt;br /&gt;Hei Se Mao Yi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;Black woolen sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 藏在那里&lt;br /&gt;Chang Zai Na Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;Where is it hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就让回忆永远停在那里&lt;br /&gt;Jiu Rang Hui Yi Yong Yuan Ting Zai Na Li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="lyric_color"&gt;Let memories stop there too, forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-8777676886497839967?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8777676886497839967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=8777676886497839967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/8777676886497839967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/8777676886497839967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2008/01/yi-jian-hei-se-mao-yi-one-black-woolen.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-1370963278117012156</id><published>2008-01-27T00:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T00:17:44.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AH TOOT BIG BIRD! ROAR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-1370963278117012156?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1370963278117012156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=1370963278117012156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1370963278117012156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1370963278117012156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2008/01/ah-toot-big-bird-roar.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-8916899285541621224</id><published>2008-01-04T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:29:07.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Okaye, i'm bored so here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at work was fun, me and Mei Hao were dashing around cause only both of us could take orders and well.. imagine the whole pizza hut with only 2 order takers... Besides, Mei Hao had to do the cashier, so it was really just me taking most of the orders. Sigh. I keyed in alot of rubbish, like 6- 6pcs drums and 14 hut's platter. Hias. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was tiring, but fun, cause we talked and fooled around with the rest. After work i broke a glass. -.- Think i was possessed or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-8916899285541621224?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8916899285541621224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=8916899285541621224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/8916899285541621224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/8916899285541621224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-7339516011938149165</id><published>2007-12-27T07:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T07:21:43.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hokkai2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3PCtfPU0FI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6vT2LsihibQ/s1600-h/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3PCtfPU0FI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6vT2LsihibQ/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148672885750288466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hotel's view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3PCtvPU0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fhgkmi-BNqk/s1600-h/DSC_9795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3PCtvPU0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/fhgkmi-BNqk/s320/DSC_9795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148672890045255778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some scary looking girl at the samurai theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3PCuPPU0HI/AAAAAAAAASE/V03aHTyiDuU/s1600-h/DSC_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3PCuPPU0HI/AAAAAAAAASE/V03aHTyiDuU/s320/DSC_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148672898635190386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3PCufPU0II/AAAAAAAAASM/1T8mPSnDqSQ/s1600-h/DSC_9926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3PCufPU0II/AAAAAAAAASM/1T8mPSnDqSQ/s320/DSC_9926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148672902930157698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes yes, it's snow.&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/20931999-7339516011938149165?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7339516011938149165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=7339516011938149165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/7339516011938149165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/7339516011938149165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/12/hokkai2.html' title='Hokkai2'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3PCtfPU0FI/AAAAAAAAAR0/6vT2LsihibQ/s72-c/DSC_0081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-4753496478703362094</id><published>2007-12-27T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T07:13:38.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOKKAIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* SWEEPS DUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye, fine. I'm lazy-bored-sianed- so i shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May pictures do me justice: My trip to hokkaido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i Shall blog in no random order. Hee. Lazy to sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3O_cPPU0AI/AAAAAAAAARM/f9qkE_NbrnQ/s1600-h/9780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3O_cPPU0AI/AAAAAAAAARM/f9qkE_NbrnQ/s320/9780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148669290862661634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's samurai actor is so cute! he will shout 'HA!' randomly when you walk pass. I wondered how much he's getting paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3O_cPPU0BI/AAAAAAAAARU/AOmU_5NCyf4/s1600-h/9827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3O_cPPU0BI/AAAAAAAAARU/AOmU_5NCyf4/s320/9827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148669290862661650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our first dinner. Pretty wholesome! Udon, sashimi, rice, pudding, steamboat thingy, kitsune chicken, raw egg... you get the drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3O_cvPU0CI/AAAAAAAAARc/0gR_PpQKpdI/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3O_cvPU0CI/AAAAAAAAARc/0gR_PpQKpdI/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148669299452596258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's the one above the human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3O_cvPU0DI/AAAAAAAAARk/jZ1HGD7ducQ/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3O_cvPU0DI/AAAAAAAAARk/jZ1HGD7ducQ/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148669299452596274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This live crab cost SGD$200. Super fresh la. My dad asked them to make it&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; shabu shabu , &lt;/span&gt;meaning half to be eaten sashimi. So the legs were eaten raw, while the body was to be cooked in the steam boat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, while, i tried the sashmi legs, and found it really really fresh. It was tasteless actually. Not fishy or whatever. It ended up in the steam boat thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-4753496478703362094?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4753496478703362094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=4753496478703362094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4753496478703362094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4753496478703362094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/12/hokkaido.html' title='HOKKAIDO'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/R3O_cPPU0AI/AAAAAAAAARM/f9qkE_NbrnQ/s72-c/9780.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-8361617715212308961</id><published>2007-11-21T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T17:33:30.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jigoku Shoujo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" class="post" id="post-97"&gt;  &lt;h3 class="storytitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anime6.org/?p=97" rel="bookmark" title="Jigoku Shoujo Futakomori"&gt;Jigoku Shoujo ( Hell girl )&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Somewhere in the vast sea of the Internet, there’s a website that can only be accessed at the stroke of midnight. Known as the Jigoku Tsushin, rumor has it that if you post a grudge there, the Jigoku Shoujo will appear and drag whoever torments you into the inferno. Very little is known about the girl - all we know for sure is that she lives with her equally enigmatic grandmother, that three magical straw dolls accompany and serve her, and that whenever a posting on the Jigoku Tsushin moves her, she becomes the Jigoku Shoujo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;More:&lt;br /&gt;A website known as Jigoku Tsūshin (Hell Correspondence) may only be accessed at midnight by one who harbors a desire for revenge against their tormentor. Should someone submit the name of one they hate, the Jigoku Shōjo (Hell Girl) will offer them a straw doll with a red string wound about its neck. If the string is pulled, she will ferry the recipient of the revenge straightaway to Hell, but on the condition that those who request her intervention will also be sent to hell at the end of their natural lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;During each story, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Protagonist" title="Protagonist"&gt;protagonists&lt;/a&gt;' dramas are explained in detail from the start of their &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grudge" title="Grudge"&gt;grudges&lt;/a&gt;, through the escalation of their torment until it becomes unbearable and they resort to accessing the Hell Correspondence website. The contents of the site are only a text: "あなたの怨み、晴らします。 (We will take revenge on your behalf.)", a text box where the grudge's object must be written, and a "送信 (Send)" button. Some time after the post, they are visited by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Enma" title="Enma"&gt;Enma&lt;/a&gt; Ai, a young red-eyed girl wearing a traditional sailor school uniform. She hands them a black straw doll with a red string tied to its neck, and she tells them that if they want their vengeance to be delivered, they must remove the string from the doll, and their enemies will be immediately taken to Hell. However, a crest-shaped mark will appear on the protagonists' chests, which serves as a constant reminder that once their lives come to an end, they must give compensation for Ai's service by having their own &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul" title="Soul"&gt;souls&lt;/a&gt; also sent to Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ai is aided by her three assistants: Ichimoku Ren, a young man in casual clothes who takes the form of the blue straw doll; Hone-Onna, a woman wearing a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kimono" title="Kimono"&gt;kimono&lt;/a&gt; with the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Obi_%28sash%29" title="Obi (sash)"&gt;obi&lt;/a&gt; (sash) tied in front which signifies she is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prostitute" title="Prostitute"&gt;prostitute&lt;/a&gt; and takes the form of the red straw doll; and Wanyūdō, an old man wearing a hat and a red scarf, who takes the form of the black straw doll. When not actively assisting Ai, the three remain in their straw doll forms. The trio help Ai investigate the true nature of their clients, and also present the victims with the sins they have been accused of before Ai appears to ferry them to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/20931999-8361617715212308961?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8361617715212308961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=8361617715212308961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/8361617715212308961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/8361617715212308961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/11/jigoku-shoujo.html' title='Jigoku Shoujo'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-7750754365536598688</id><published>2007-11-15T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:12:35.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZ</title><content type='html'>Yes i'm bored. So i stole this off Xiu li's blog. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; font-family: times new roman;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Boy Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love hoodies&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love jeans.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dogs are better than cats. [CATS RULES!]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It's hilarious when people get hurt. [Maybe. XD]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've played with/against boys on a team.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shopping is torture.  (Sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sad movies suck.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own an X-Box.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Played with Hotwheels cars as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own a DS, PS2 or Sega.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers. [...]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You watch sports on TV&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gory movies are cool.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You go to your dad for advice.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You own like a trillion baseball caps.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like going to football games.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You used to/do collect baseball cards.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Baggy pants are cool to wear.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] It's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to go crazy and not care what people think. [True true! This is a boy's side meh &gt;&lt;]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sports are fun.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Talk with food in your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Wear boxers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Girl Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear lip gloss.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You love to shop. [DEFINITELY. &amp;amp; which girl doesn't?]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You wear eyeliner. [Not black ones. Makes your eyes looks smaller if u apply it on the lowerlid.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have some of the same shirts in different colors.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear the color pink. [Sometimes. HOT PINK!]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Go to your mom for advice.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You consider cheerleading a sport. [o.o]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You hate wearing the color black. [I like it quite nicely actually.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like hanging out at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like getting manicures and/or pedicures. [Indulgence!]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like wearing jewelry.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe. [Loves girls. Instant girly.]&lt;br /&gt;[x ] Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] You don't like the movie Star Wars. [I find it a bore. :S]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are/were in cheerleading, gymnastics or dance.&lt;br /&gt;[x ] It takes you around 1 hour to shower, get dressed, and put on make-up and accessories. [ Erm..yes actually. XD]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You smile a lot more than you should. [Try working at the place whr i'm at and you'll HAVE to]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have more than 10 pairs of shoes. [I'm assuming sandals/slippers/flipflops/highheels/wedges/sneakers are included?]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You care about what you look like. [DUH -.-]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You like wearing dresses when you can. [Yes! They're really sweet &amp;amp; girly.]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You like wearing body spray/perfume/cologne. [Nope. One man's meat is another's poison remember.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You wear girl underwear. [!!]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Used to play with dolls as little kid. [But i think i ever broke poor barbie's head off before :S]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Like putting make-up on someone else for the joy of it. [Not a bad idea]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Like taking pictures of yourself with your cell phone/camera when you're bored. [Only when i'm supposed to 'study' XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total : 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like i'm more 'girly'. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-7750754365536598688?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7750754365536598688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=7750754365536598688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/7750754365536598688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/7750754365536598688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/11/quiz.html' title='QUIZ'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-3196566743888299234</id><published>2007-11-08T05:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T05:14:25.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ham ham hammie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My brother and dad bought a pair of Robovski dwarf hamsters yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are SUPEERR cute! And words just don't do any justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RzMK6_zbVII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-GWFvmF4yhM/s1600-h/DSC_9753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RzMK6_zbVII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-GWFvmF4yhM/s320/DSC_9753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130456409180951682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RzMK7fzbVJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iXf3B3IAKqg/s1600-h/DSC_9719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RzMK7fzbVJI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/iXf3B3IAKqg/s320/DSC_9719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130456417770886290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RzMK8PzbVKI/AAAAAAAAARE/xDLYSpL0LQc/s1600-h/DSC_9756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RzMK8PzbVKI/AAAAAAAAARE/xDLYSpL0LQc/s320/DSC_9756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130456430655788194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they have very nice brown fur! It's not like those normal gray/black ones. Robovski hamsters has very nice light brownish fur on their backs. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i asked my brother why he didn't get one male, one female.&lt;br /&gt;He replied me matter-of-factly, "Cause males have balls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like.. huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he explained that they're more smelly. Phewww-eee. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Seeya soon my pets~&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/20931999-3196566743888299234?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3196566743888299234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=3196566743888299234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3196566743888299234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3196566743888299234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/11/ham-ham-hammie.html' title='Ham ham hammie...'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RzMK6_zbVII/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-GWFvmF4yhM/s72-c/DSC_9753.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-1427315392796744586</id><published>2007-11-06T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T04:22:59.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6/11/2007</title><content type='html'>Went out with Kiat yi today, had lunch at FUNAN IT MALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda funny how we couldn't decide what to eat...in the end we ended up eating chickens at the multibrands store of KFC/TACOBELL/PIZZAHUT. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, i bought some stuffs and headed for Orchard since Kiat Yi wanted to go to her KINOKUNIYA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mailed out some stuffs at the post office. LOADS of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda funny cause i forgot to bring scissors to cut my tape, so Kiat Yi used my key to cut the tape so i can tape up my packages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was an ang moh lady in front, she was like debating with the customer service lady over the price of the stamps. The customer lady was telling her that due to the colour of her envelope (her's was red) there is an extra charge as they have to sort the coloured envelope manually.  But the ang moh lady was really unhappy about it, and both of them were debating over the stamps thingy. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to KINO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while she was zooming around the place i was happily strolling looking at things. Poor kiat yi have to constantly look behind her to see if she has lost me or not. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to this section with...TEH CUTEST 2008 PLANNER DIARIES EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pondering super long *while kiat yi was looking at her notebooks* on which one to get. They are SUPER CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too pricey la. One nice one can be up to $20+++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart pain. In the end i got the one with Tintin's dog face on it. Cheap *i think?* and cute. Imported from Japan okaye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(( I wonder if i can bare to write in it or not ))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiat Yi blew her cash (( $60 MIND YOU )) On a book, a foxtrot comic ( which is claims MIGHT have already read XD ) , a photography mag and a mini notebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we ate some Hokkaido ice cream and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! We passed by the subaru car challenge thingy ( where contestants have to put their hands on the car till they give up ) And there were two last female contestants i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIRL POWER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-1427315392796744586?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1427315392796744586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=1427315392796744586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1427315392796744586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1427315392796744586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/11/6112007.html' title='6/11/2007'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-6695793245543341735</id><published>2007-11-05T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T01:54:59.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha!</title><content type='html'>Aloha everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sweeps dust*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes. I've been rather inactive... been busy with work la. So can't blame me. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my blogskin again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i'm inspired by tsubasa chronicles. Tsubasa chronicles is on of the sweeeeetest animes i've ever watched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;OOH! It's quiz time! Been i looong time since i had time to sit down and do one of these quizes. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Interpersonal Intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/interpersonal.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shine in your ability to realate to and understand others.&lt;br /&gt;Good at seeing others' points of view, you get how people think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;You have an uncanny ability to sense true feelings, intentions, and motivations.&lt;br /&gt;A natural born leader, you are great at teaching and mediating conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good counselor, salesperson, politician, or business person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-6695793245543341735?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6695793245543341735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=6695793245543341735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/6695793245543341735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/6695793245543341735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/11/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-276224613352400073</id><published>2007-10-21T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T04:44:56.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life was a service worker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My life as a service worker part 1~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a waitress is hard! I' definitely wanna work hard next time and sit in an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OFFICE &lt;/span&gt;when i grow older but for now, $4/hr pay is good enough for me. PLUS i get to fool around with suxuan/meihao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First day of work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arm hurts like a ten pound weight had fallen on it due to the cursed vaccination that was necessary for all food-related work and i had a pretty sleepless night. Woke up twice in the wee hours to apply hot water on it to ease the pain. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i went for work at 12pm.(Afternoon shift) and i slogged all the way till 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleared plates/glasses/pans/etc etc for the whole 5 hours...and my back was positively aching like madness. 5 hours may seem little, but wait till you really experience having NO LUNCH and walking/running ard thru and fro the kitchen and back out again without stop. And it didn't help for it to be a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only break i took was a 5mins toilet break, and trust me, when i got back home, i was sooooo tired i slept at like 8:30pm. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i stepped on one customer. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*whoops* &lt;/span&gt;but he was very nice, and even said sorry to me instead. XD&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second day of work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tioday was much better, there were lesser people, more staff working today so it was still PREETEH-OKAYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm lucky they accepted me on the spot. I saw one whole stack of applications to join the team at the office, and i can say i'm SO GLAD I CAME FOR THE INTERVIEW EARLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su xuan came early today, since i finished my shift i starting chatting with her (as well as wait for Mei Hao, who took 10 000 donkey years to come) and ate free food at pizza hut. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah~ the privilege of being a staff. Yum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-276224613352400073?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/276224613352400073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=276224613352400073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/276224613352400073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/276224613352400073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-was-service-worker.html' title='Life was a service worker'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-2069614352206716251</id><published>2007-10-08T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:45:04.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love story</title><content type='html'>A Couple's Heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;by Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen, totally forgot the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and, fascinated with its color, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think were the four words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband just said "I Love You Darling"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behavior. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will not have happened. No&lt;br /&gt;point in attaching blame. She had also lost her only child. What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know. We miss out some warmth in human relationship in giving each other support. After all, shouldn't forgiving someone we love be the easiest thing in the world to do? Treasure what you have. Don't multiply pain, anguish and suffering by holding on to forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take off all your envies, jealousies, unwillingness to forgive, selfishness, and fears and you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-2069614352206716251?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2069614352206716251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=2069614352206716251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/2069614352206716251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/2069614352206716251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/10/love-story.html' title='Love story'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-5919321631102556244</id><published>2007-08-03T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T04:20:44.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLEA MARKET!</title><content type='html'>Hey, everyone... sorry for not updating lately. :) Been kinda busy with everything...especially the FLEA MARKET business with Ren Yi, Mei Hao and Shi Hui... It never fails to get us all excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got almost everything ready... Now just waiting for the big day to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've made some simple banners to stick at our stall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RrMW_k5li-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/dVNoWo-vj2Y/s1600-h/P1030333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RrMW_k5li-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/dVNoWo-vj2Y/s320/P1030333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094440884978944994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our slogan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RrMW_k5li_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/MMcOzrT6soY/s1600-h/P1030330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RrMW_k5li_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/MMcOzrT6soY/s320/P1030330.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094440884978945010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think me and Ren Yi have a knack for business. :) My mum even supports me in buying and selling to earn profits... So far, we've earned quite alot for importing clothings from other countries, such as Hong kong, taiwan and Japan....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ECONOMICS is LOVE! &lt;3 Mr doraemon aka J.U.D.E is hilarious! Hehe, compared to Mr chin.... o.0 MAJOR difference ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in case anyone wanna come down to our flea market stall...here are some details.:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VENUE: *scape (the youth hub behind Cathay Orchard Cineleisure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neh way, Mr Fahmy is weird, that time i did oral in front of class...then he said my voice has DJ quality or some crap... Now he wants me to be the DJ for our school's like radio or something? I have to start interviewing people who are good in English soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me one interviewee from each level... For secondary 4 we have Samuel (4e1)... then for secondary 3, Cherri (3e1), secondary 2...no one so far... and secondary one... Yan or something... Bryan's brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) Don't be surprise to hear my ugly voice booming out of the school's speakers. So ya, bring your heart attack pills everyone. ^^ Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss my daddy's who's in Taiwan now, but he'll be back soon on Thursday! Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now, will be having a PARTEH at Kiat yi's house tomorrow with everyone. CHEERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-5919321631102556244?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5919321631102556244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=5919321631102556244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5919321631102556244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5919321631102556244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/08/flea-market.html' title='FLEA MARKET!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RrMW_k5li-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/dVNoWo-vj2Y/s72-c/P1030333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-1570715117753235280</id><published>2007-07-27T16:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:01:40.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday bash</title><content type='html'>Hi all! Had huge fun at Ren Yi's place yesterday with Mei Hao, to celebrate SHI HUI'S 18th BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our own sushi, which came out...nice to eat but not nice to look. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RqqUbU5li6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/dsHwpvdUdio/s1600-h/DSC00860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RqqUbU5li6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/dsHwpvdUdio/s320/DSC00860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092045525883390882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RqqUcE5li7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/7rIclaDx4m4/s1600-h/DSC00858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RqqUcE5li7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/7rIclaDx4m4/s320/DSC00858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092045538768292786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RqqUc05li8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YG-RsS5TCYI/s1600-h/DSC00861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RqqUc05li8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/YG-RsS5TCYI/s320/DSC00861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092045551653194690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly.....TADA!!!!! Shi Hui's mini-cake! After that, she told us that it was the best birthday she ever had in Singapore and that we were all her best friends! Aw...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RqqUdU5li9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ps3NO6T1Ylk/s1600-h/DSC00862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RqqUdU5li9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ps3NO6T1Ylk/s320/DSC00862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092045560243129298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-1570715117753235280?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1570715117753235280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=1570715117753235280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1570715117753235280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1570715117753235280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthday-bash.html' title='Birthday bash'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RqqUbU5li6I/AAAAAAAAAQA/dsHwpvdUdio/s72-c/DSC00860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-7637701679861446578</id><published>2007-07-25T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T00:51:31.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Dreams and ambitions are different. :) Since our dear mimi is so intellectual, she should know the difference. Since you wanna be nasty, then so shall i. WHEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it means to be korean, is that you are BORN in that country. Are you? Naw, so sad. Secondly, if your parents are DIRECTLY koreans, meaning, born in KOREA, then MAYBE u can still say you are a korean, or half or whatever, but are you? If you great grandmother's uncle's sister's mother's brother is a korean, you still AREN'T a korean. I, UNLIKE YOU, love my country, and MY heritage of being a SINGAPOREAN CHINESE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did i mention that me and the rest of us will be singing on stage for national day? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-7637701679861446578?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7637701679861446578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=7637701679861446578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/7637701679861446578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/7637701679861446578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-4816688004684334233</id><published>2007-07-24T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T02:37:31.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthdate</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: January 30&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the type of personality that people either love or hate.&lt;br /&gt;You're opinionated, dramatic, intense, and very outspoken.&lt;br /&gt;And some people can't get enough of you - they're totally addicted.&lt;br /&gt;Others, well, they wish you were a little more reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your flair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: If you think it, you say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Scarlet red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Inverted triangle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: March&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like most quizes seem to say that i'm too straight forward. &gt;&lt; good or bad? well, depends on tact. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-4816688004684334233?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4816688004684334233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=4816688004684334233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4816688004684334233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4816688004684334233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-birthdate.html' title='My birthdate'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-7190281614751725180</id><published>2007-07-23T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T00:22:25.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RUNT-</title><content type='html'>I really can't stand it anymore, you claim that it's what, peer pressure, whatever crap, oh yeah, you really think it's what you said? Sure i may have be waived due to that factor, but would i be waived easily if you are totally, 'innocent'? I've kept quiet far too long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i love my heritage, my country, my home. I for one, wouldn't go around telling others that i am a half-japanese-egyptian-blah. Just because you want to fit in... you lie about your very OWN heritage? Don't try to deny. It's written, said and spluttered everywhere. I heard it with my own ears from Enn Jeong saying that you said to her that your mum was another race. HELLO? I ask for no prove, but people all knows the damn truth....Seek your own conscience... if you want to make friends with them and fit in, do so with pride, not lies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may claim to be all that you want to be. Yeah sure, you want to be famous, rich, successful all rolled into one. But how do you expect people to believe if you keep changing your goals? First, this, then that, now something else....If you want people to support you and your dreams, maybe you should start sticking to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You claim that people in school don't like you or trust you...but isn't that because YOU create the barrier between people yourself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying to fit in just isn't the way to do so. You lost me because of your lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-7190281614751725180?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7190281614751725180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=7190281614751725180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/7190281614751725180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/7190281614751725180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/runt.html' title='RUNT-'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-4964732075378625667</id><published>2007-07-16T04:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T04:27:38.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story time...</title><content type='html'>A certain rich businessman had a beautiful daughter, who fell in love with a guy who was a cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the girl's father came to know about their love, he did not like it at all, and so began to protest about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it happened that the two lovers decided to leave their homes for a happy future together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl's father started searching for the two lovers but could not find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, he accepted their love and asked them to&lt;br /&gt;come back home in a local newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her father said "If you both come back, I will allow you to marry. I accept that you love each other truly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in this way, their love won and they returned home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple went to town to shop for the wedding dress. He was dressed in a white shirt that day.&lt;br /&gt;While he was crossing the road to get some drinks for his fiancee, a car came and hit him, and sadly, he died on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl lost her senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only after some time that she recovered from her shock.&lt;br /&gt;The funeral and cremation took place the very next day as he had died horribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two nights later, the girl's mother had a dream in which she saw an old lady. The old lady asked her mother to wash off the dead guy's blood stains on her daughter's dress as soon as&lt;br /&gt;possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her mother ignored the dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, her father had the same dream, he also ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the girl who had the same dream the next night. She woke up in fear and told her mother about the dream.&lt;br /&gt;Her mother asked her to wash the soiled dress immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She washed but some of the stains remained. The next night she, again had the same dream. So, she washed the dress again in the morning but still, some stains remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following night she again had the same dream and this time the old lady gave her a last warning about the blood stains, or else something terrible will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the girl tried her best to wash off the stains, until the clothes nearly tore, but some stains still remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the late evening, the same day while she was alone at home, someone knocked the door. When she opened the door, she saw the same old lady in her dream standing at her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got very scared and fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady woke her up ... and gave her a blue object, which shocked the girl. She asked "What is this...?"&lt;br /&gt;The old lady replied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Try DYNAMO Liquid Soap... just a dab and it will remove all stubborn stains!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-4964732075378625667?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4964732075378625667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=4964732075378625667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4964732075378625667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4964732075378625667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/story-time.html' title='Story time...'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-427808574323972703</id><published>2007-07-12T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T22:40:28.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>Okok! I post! XD Did this quiz, and found it pretty accurate. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;br /&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;br /&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;br /&gt;Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your views on education&lt;br /&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The right job for you:&lt;br /&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you view success:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;br /&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-427808574323972703?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/427808574323972703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=427808574323972703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/427808574323972703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/427808574323972703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-3732779969127291728</id><published>2007-07-03T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:36:04.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MSN jerk</title><content type='html'>Blogger is being an assss! Taking very long to just load one page, i shall update tomorrow since it's being such a jerk &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-3732779969127291728?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3732779969127291728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=3732779969127291728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3732779969127291728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3732779969127291728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/07/msn-jerk.html' title='MSN jerk'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-8144391454945388563</id><published>2007-06-18T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T05:00:45.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIETNAM</title><content type='html'>I'M LEAVING SINGAPORE TO VIETNAM TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Msn will be super quiet now. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss everyone, and be back on the 23th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-8144391454945388563?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8144391454945388563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=8144391454945388563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/8144391454945388563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/8144391454945388563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/06/vietnam.html' title='VIETNAM'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-4468874586734038715</id><published>2007-06-15T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T04:14:38.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>Xiu li tagged me to do this. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Full name: Tan Jia Ling&lt;br /&gt;2. Name backwards: gnil aij nat ( Pretty hard to type &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;3. Were you named after someone: Naw.&lt;br /&gt;4. Meaning of name: erm... i have no idea. XD&lt;br /&gt;5. Nickname: Kitty, Kaira&lt;br /&gt;6. Screen name: You mean on msn? kaira; KITTY (: ♥™ &lt;3333&lt;br /&gt;7. D.O.B: 30 Jan 1992&lt;br /&gt;8. Place of birth: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;9. Nationality: Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;10. Current location: Home, in front of the dman screen&lt;br /&gt;11. Star sign: Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;12. Religion: Freethinker/Buddhist&lt;br /&gt;13. Height: ERM, 159cm.&lt;br /&gt;14. Weight: 43Kg&lt;br /&gt;15. Shoes size: 36?&lt;br /&gt;16. Hair colour: Black but most say borwn. -.-&lt;br /&gt;17. Eye colour: Black or super dark brown. XD&lt;br /&gt;18. Who do you look like: Dad.&lt;br /&gt;19. Innie or outtie: Outtie means perfer to go out?&lt;br /&gt;20. Leftie or rightie: Rightie&lt;br /&gt;21: Gay, straight, be or others: Gahh, straight desu.&lt;br /&gt;27. Boyfriend or Girlfriend: Boyfriend. o.0&lt;br /&gt;29. Parents: Mum and Dad&lt;br /&gt;33. Craziest friend: Raisin, you are it. XD&lt;br /&gt;36. Person you cry with: My teddy.&lt;br /&gt;37. Any sisters: None&lt;br /&gt;39. Any brothers: That old man? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;40. Any disease: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;41. Pagers: ...in this ERA?&lt;br /&gt;42. Is your room shared: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;43. With who: The air.&lt;br /&gt;44. Cell phone: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;45. Pool or hot tub: Hot tub! Bubbles!&lt;br /&gt;46. A car: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;47. Your personality: Gahh.. Crazy? Quiet unless with friends. (:&lt;br /&gt;48. Driving: I'll crash.&lt;br /&gt;49. Room: Green!&lt;br /&gt;50. What's missing: Money. I would paste them on the walls.. if i can find them.&lt;br /&gt;51. School: Hougang Secondary&lt;br /&gt;52. Bed colour: Bedsheets ya mean? It's currently red. &lt;br /&gt;53. Relationship with parents: Pretty good. Everyone knows my mum's weird. XD&lt;br /&gt;54. Believe in yourself: Sure&lt;br /&gt;55. Believe in love at first sight: :)&lt;br /&gt;56. Good listener: I think so. ^^&lt;br /&gt;57. Get along well with parents: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;58. Save email conversation: Email? No. Msn? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;59. Pray: Don't. Seldom. Rare.&lt;br /&gt;60. Believe in reincarnation: Hmm.. never thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;61. Make fun of people: You think? *evil grin&lt;br /&gt;62. Like to talk on phone: Of course! *hearts phone&lt;br /&gt;63. Want to get married: You bet.&lt;br /&gt;64. Like to drive: I'll consider. Provided i don't smash into a tree. That poor tree. :'(&lt;br /&gt;65. Motion sickness: Nooo.&lt;br /&gt;66. Eat stem of broccoli: ^^&lt;br /&gt;67. Eat chicken with fork: KFC? Then no.&lt;br /&gt;68. Dream in colour: Pardon?&lt;br /&gt;69. Type with your finger on home role: No idea what this means.&lt;br /&gt;70. Sleep with stuff animal: YES! &lt;br /&gt;71. Net to you: -&lt;br /&gt;72. On the walls of your room: Puzzle in a frame, a pineapple left on the ceiling from new year till now.&lt;br /&gt;73. On your mousepad: Mouse..&lt;br /&gt;74. Dream car: I know nuts about car.&lt;br /&gt;75. Dream date: (:&lt;br /&gt;76. Dream honeymoon spot: Japan! Scenery places!&lt;br /&gt;77. Dream husband or wife: It's a dream eh?&lt;br /&gt;78. Bed time: Only when it's dark. I don't do afternoon naps.&lt;br /&gt;79. Under your bed: After bed. ^^&lt;br /&gt;80. Single most important question: I like cats. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;81. Bad time of day: None. &lt;br /&gt;82. Your worst fear: Loved ones dying, betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;83. The weather is: Normal. It's night already.&lt;br /&gt;84. Time: 8.13pm o.0 (Same time as Xiu li!)&lt;br /&gt;85. Date: 15th June 2007&lt;br /&gt;86. Best trick did on someone: Can't rmbr.&lt;br /&gt;87. Theme song: THE ELMO THEME SONG!&lt;br /&gt;89. Funniest experience: I have to write a 1000 pages book on that. &lt;br /&gt;90. Scariest experience: Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;91. Silliest thing you ever said: Hmm.. ya think i'll tell you? *blush*&lt;br /&gt;92. Scariest thing while you're with your friends: -&lt;br /&gt;93. Worst feeling: Anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;94. Best feeling in the world: being happy.&lt;br /&gt;95. AND NOW CHOOSE TO DO THIS QUIZ: Basically, anyone who wnats to do. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-4468874586734038715?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4468874586734038715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=4468874586734038715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4468874586734038715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4468874586734038715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/06/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-905006481214677047</id><published>2007-06-13T04:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T04:15:51.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WII</title><content type='html'>Erm...okaye, i shall blog since kiat yi wants me to... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed get out of the house today after quarrelling with my mum. Went to kiat yi's house by her invitation to play with her white box of electronics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i got lost frankly. Her house was like a maze la.. To me at least. &gt;.&lt; And the sun was blazing hot... i swear i was gonna get a heatstroke or something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open the door and if you see something black and char da, it's me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, eventually, i reached number 6, and called her. She said it was 10. I KNEW it was 6. Okaye, side-track. After that, Hazel and Jasmine were there too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started playing Wii and it was loada fun! Kiat yi and jasmine had better delete the videos of me playing the dancing games on the mat... better. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We snacked on chips and root beer, and had pizza for lunch! What bliss, we played many hours.. around 4? So yes, my eyes are blazing now. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, thanks ar KIAT YI. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-905006481214677047?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/905006481214677047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=905006481214677047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/905006481214677047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/905006481214677047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/06/wii.html' title='WII'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-5489614171314036082</id><published>2007-06-07T06:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T06:47:52.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumbles</title><content type='html'>I'm a fussy, moody, tempermental, crazy bitch. Face it. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-5489614171314036082?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5489614171314036082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=5489614171314036082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5489614171314036082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5489614171314036082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/06/rumbles.html' title='Rumbles'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-8466985555596826896</id><published>2007-05-30T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T14:59:31.951-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beijing'/><title type='text'>BEIJING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl12HH62FKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LRHfoyCByDs/s1600-h/P1020667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl12HH62FKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LRHfoyCByDs/s320/P1020667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070338620246070434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmm.. i was atucally waiting for someone else to post beijing's photos up but it seems hardly anyone has done so... since my MSN has apparently fail me pathetically.. i shall spend this this blogging the pictures then. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLLLYYYY have to express restrain from putting all the photos up.. i just have toooooo many pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okaye.. I think I shall just  put up the interesting ones! Pictures are in random order!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl13l362FMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/uSxeagZx2sU/s1600-h/dennis+n+jia+ling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl13l362FMI/AAAAAAAAAP4/uSxeagZx2sU/s320/dennis+n+jia+ling.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070340248038675650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Kitty and Dennis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Made this small cause i feel ugly in there. XD *Points to Dennis's shirt*&lt;br /&gt;Dennis looks like a tiger eh? Wahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl101362FDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/f3n1SuBUkqQ/s1600-h/P1020836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl101362FDI/AAAAAAAAAOw/f3n1SuBUkqQ/s320/P1020836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070337224381699122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and jessy at the anti-jap muesum!  and i can't for the heck spell muesum correctly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1ujX62E3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/lZuLTLgVAek/s1600-h/P1020805.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1tEn62EwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/VmkslsCjR6k/s1600-h/P5210009-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1tEn62EwI/AAAAAAAAAMY/VmkslsCjR6k/s320/P5210009-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070328681691747074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hehe.. and yes.. i stole this from jesslyn. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl12Hn62FLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JHP5aMdfRE8/s1600-h/P1020861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl12Hn62FLI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JHP5aMdfRE8/s320/P1020861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070338628836005042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1wf362E9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/3uJ51YVaqw0/s1600-h/P1020843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1wf362E9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/3uJ51YVaqw0/s320/P1020843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070332448378065874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love chicky!&lt;br /&gt;You love chicky!&lt;br /&gt;We are chicky family,&lt;br /&gt;With a deep fried drumstick,&lt;br /&gt;And a piece of chicken wing,&lt;br /&gt;We are chicky family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our theme song will forever be etched in my mind love you OGC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1y3X62E_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JyrBiEQycCg/s1600-h/P1020849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1y3X62E_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/JyrBiEQycCg/s320/P1020849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070335051128247282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The trishaw ride!&lt;br /&gt;The driver's were damn compeititive leh! They just zoom pass each other.. even trying to over take by using the road instead of the trishaw path... My driver even quarrelled with another!&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1y4H62FAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cZWAvcysmeQ/s1600-h/P1020854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1y4H62FAI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cZWAvcysmeQ/s320/P1020854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070335064013149186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1y4362FBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pgDCPGbcJYs/s1600-h/P1020853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1y4362FBI/AAAAAAAAAOg/pgDCPGbcJYs/s320/P1020853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070335076898051090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see... MS TAN DID THIS ON PURPOSE! She purposely spoil my pictures! NOOOO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1y5n62FCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gU3ce4G_H38/s1600-h/P1020878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1y5n62FCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/gU3ce4G_H38/s320/P1020878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070335089782952994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dumpling session! And to be frank.. their local food tastes like... Over salted tree bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1wd362E6I/AAAAAAAAANo/SEuxXtyXMGY/s1600-h/P1020823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1wd362E6I/AAAAAAAAANo/SEuxXtyXMGY/s320/P1020823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070332414018327458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1weX62E7I/AAAAAAAAANw/c0f0MxDZ98Q/s1600-h/P1020824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1weX62E7I/AAAAAAAAANw/c0f0MxDZ98Q/s320/P1020824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070332422608262066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marco Polo bridge and interesting lion statues... Cute aren't they? And of course.. they are of CAT FAMILY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1wfX62E8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/w2rqMfUS7Vo/s1600-h/P1020842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1wfX62E8I/AAAAAAAAAN4/w2rqMfUS7Vo/s320/P1020842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070332439788131266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Captain has disgraced himself while video-ing this. He had to stuff the whole peking duck in his mouth but he couldn't! Be thankful i didn't have worst pictures of this scene! *DIES LAUGHING*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1wg362E-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/7CWb3txzHLc/s1600-h/P1020844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1wg362E-I/AAAAAAAAAOI/7CWb3txzHLc/s320/P1020844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070332465557935074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr Zhou and auntie Gina drinking jiao bei jiu! Auntie is damn high!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1ujX62E3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/lZuLTLgVAek/s1600-h/P1020805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1ujX62E3I/AAAAAAAAANQ/lZuLTLgVAek/s320/P1020805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070330309484352370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Great wall of china! Pity i didn't take many shots of this fantastic place. But i DID climb to the submit! Hooray for kitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1uk362E5I/AAAAAAAAANg/Jf2b6B63yws/s1600-h/P1020814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1uk362E5I/AAAAAAAAANg/Jf2b6B63yws/s320/P1020814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070330335254156178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ala amazing spirtual tree.&lt;br /&gt;Stretch out your hands and feel 'energy' coming out from it. And seriously... While the temperature is damn hot.. the tree emits cool air!&lt;br /&gt;Awesome ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1tFH62ExI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GHcg4GefQXQ/s1600-h/P1020720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1tFH62ExI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GHcg4GefQXQ/s320/P1020720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070328690281681682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous acrobat! They were simply amazing! A pity everyone was rather tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1tFn62EyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/G90PJS0E_AU/s1600-h/P1020754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1tFn62EyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/G90PJS0E_AU/s320/P1020754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070328698871616290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The amazing tombstone of a late emperor. It's said to give you good health if you touch it's butt. See Dennis. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1tG362E0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/yf_1drjo1pw/s1600-h/P1020794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1tG362E0I/AAAAAAAAAM4/yf_1drjo1pw/s320/P1020794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070328720346452802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1ui362E2I/AAAAAAAAANI/tBLJh6BMFkg/s1600-h/P1020799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1ui362E2I/AAAAAAAAANI/tBLJh6BMFkg/s320/P1020799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070330300894417762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we went to a cherry farm! See all the trees and cherries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1sBn62ErI/AAAAAAAAALw/CgmdWRl06cE/s1600-h/P1020675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1sBn62ErI/AAAAAAAAALw/CgmdWRl06cE/s320/P1020675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070327530640511666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tian An Men Square!&lt;br /&gt;As you can see.. The picture is kinda blurry as it’s raining HEAVILY! It was like the worst rain I’ve ever uncounted…it didn’t slack and lasted the whole damn day! Urgh. Spoil our whole journey for that day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1uiH62E1I/AAAAAAAAANA/Q33aWgYcfMM/s1600-h/P1020776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1uiH62E1I/AAAAAAAAANA/Q33aWgYcfMM/s320/P1020776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070330288009515858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Red...coffins of some late emperor and empress while names i've kindly forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Now for our trip to the school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1sCX62EsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dYvbRtd-w8o/s1600-h/P1020702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1sCX62EsI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dYvbRtd-w8o/s320/P1020702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070327543525413570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Beijing's school grounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1sEH62EtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nYxI-hB5MPI/s1600-h/P1020711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1sEH62EtI/AAAAAAAAAMA/nYxI-hB5MPI/s320/P1020711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070327573590184658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside their classroom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1sEn62EuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-gzxqhzQtXQ/s1600-h/P1020714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1sEn62EuI/AAAAAAAAAMI/-gzxqhzQtXQ/s320/P1020714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070327582180119266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yao Yao setting off the pet rocket trying to look cool! Just kidding. His real name is Yao Ming of course. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1sFX62EvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/z9eXPPOKg9k/s1600-h/P1020717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl1sFX62EvI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/z9eXPPOKg9k/s320/P1020717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070327595065021170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And.. the exciting REDS at basketball compeititon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Ben/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Up till now! More if i feel happy. (:&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/20931999-8466985555596826896?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8466985555596826896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=8466985555596826896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/8466985555596826896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/8466985555596826896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/beijing_30.html' title='BEIJING'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rl12HH62FKI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LRHfoyCByDs/s72-c/P1020667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-1277165317659381199</id><published>2007-05-20T18:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T18:47:08.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEIJING</title><content type='html'>HI ALL! I'll away from 21th of May to 27th of May to BEIJING. Will come back safety with loads of pictures! So stay tuned! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will miss everyone~ (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-1277165317659381199?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1277165317659381199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=1277165317659381199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1277165317659381199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1277165317659381199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/beijing.html' title='BEIJING'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-1894108822697930224</id><published>2007-05-18T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T16:31:41.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costal clean up'/><title type='text'>Costal clean up</title><content type='html'>Hey all! Sorry for the lack of updates... been really tired lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had costal clean-up for CIP yesterday...Went to wetlands, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sungei Buloh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the briefing Ren Yi was freaked out by the mentioning of snakes! I for one, actually wanted to see one.. and DID. (MORE further down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayes, so we went to the site we were suppose to clean... it was like.. mangroves galore! We wore those surgery gloves, like dentists and doctors have and armed with one tong per group, started picking the rubbish up. They gave us a clipboard and we had to mark the stuff we pick up. There were many catergories on the list, even condom! though i doubt anyone found one. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-way through, we found a dead fish the size of a promfet. URGH. The skeleton was left and it was infested with flies. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Double URGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, that wasn't the only dead fish we saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our group found a shuttlecork nudged between the rocks, and even a bubble container. Those kind of bottles little kids blow from to create bubbles.. Even funnier was that it was lime green and was the shape of a lion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was leading the group towards the lockers, i saw a small dark green snake with strips! Kinda cute! (:&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home to change after that and went to meet the girls to head to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;SIM LIM SQUARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda moody actually. And they made me wait kinda... LOOOOOONG.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my fuse kinda blew. XD But fortunately, it was okaye soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, before that, i mailed out some stuff, and we took 147 to SIM LIM SQUAREEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye, and a funny conversation took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: excuse me, how much is your 1GB SD card?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man: *checks* 1GB SD...$19. I can give you $18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: *at this point, i heard wrongly* huh? $15?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man: *thinking that i was bargaining he says* $15 cannot, $17 lowest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half-way through we lost Shu Min. While searching for her, Ke Xin called, "Shu ah... shu ah..." Then Raisin or Ke xin suddenly laughed, saying that we had just lost our "SHOE" WAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we searched the whole area, with Raisin and Ke xin constantly complaining about their aching feet. At last! We found a cheap shop run by indian friends, selling the SD card at $14.90 only! It pays to be patient. (:&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis after that, walked around for a bit. And sat down for ice cream at MACS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mother, being forever, funny and annoying called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum: Where are you? You go out with who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: At bugis... with Raisin, shu min and ke xin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mum: You liar! You must be with boy right? Who ar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Me: !!! *hands phone to raisin*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raisin: Hello auntie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum: Where are you all? Got shuai ge around anot? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raisin *laughing* At bugis.. not really alot leh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mum: Don't have shuai ge then faster come back hor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. My crazy ah siao mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we tried to get home... tried to find the opposite direction of 147 but ended up walking all the way till little india... as we were about to give up, we saw the 147 bus right in front of us! Ke xin suggested we all board the bus, and we gave a MAAAAAD chase! Not to mention dangerous as well... considering they were running on the ROAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goosed around in the bus. The auntie was looking at us like we were crazy, but ah heck. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long day and was dead beat!&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, had loada fun with you girls. See you girls on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-1894108822697930224?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1894108822697930224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=1894108822697930224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1894108822697930224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1894108822697930224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/costal-clean-up.html' title='Costal clean up'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-1577607114750489682</id><published>2007-05-14T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T02:22:37.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo maddness</title><content type='html'>Went to Vivo today. And okaye, i hate Ren Yi. Whenever i go out with her.. i eat alot! XD XD XD after lunch at Carl's Junior we headed to Daiso whr we bought more arylic nails! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking aimlessly in high-ended shops we decided to have high tea at Secret receipe. Their cheese cakes were fab! Stupid Ren Yi should have said no when i told her if she wanted to high-tea at Secret Recipe... *CONTROL JIALING..CONTROL!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Ren Yi both a nice necklace. ^^ She it's a broken heart that can be joined together again. i got the 'bes' and she got the 'tie'. A poor way of easing her pain after she lost her school 'tie' at the canteen. XD WAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rkg3bh0nQKI/AAAAAAAAALo/-f9-v4VQ25s/s1600-h/DSC00250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rkg3bh0nQKI/AAAAAAAAALo/-f9-v4VQ25s/s320/DSC00250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064358727053164706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it PRETTTTTEEEEH? Teeheehee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-1577607114750489682?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1577607114750489682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=1577607114750489682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1577607114750489682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1577607114750489682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/vivo-maddness.html' title='Vivo maddness'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rkg3bh0nQKI/AAAAAAAAALo/-f9-v4VQ25s/s72-c/DSC00250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-968302085262745089</id><published>2007-05-12T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T03:50:32.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phatom of the opera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkWp7x0nQII/AAAAAAAAALY/ZIHOtOYM8CI/s1600-h/DSC00246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkWp7x0nQII/AAAAAAAAALY/ZIHOtOYM8CI/s320/DSC00246.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063640200499380354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phatom of the opera was one word... amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voices of all the actors on stage were so powerful and clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a comedy, tragedy and romanance all rolled into one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed amazed amazed. Even the chanderlier was breathtaking.. it just swung up and down in front of us! Not to forget the bursts of fire that blinded me, and the shot sounded from the gun that made me a jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkWp8B0nQJI/AAAAAAAAALg/2GT0-37G3JY/s1600-h/DSC00247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkWp8B0nQJI/AAAAAAAAALg/2GT0-37G3JY/s320/DSC00247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063640204794347666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the crowd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Defintely a must watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-968302085262745089?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/968302085262745089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=968302085262745089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/968302085262745089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/968302085262745089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/phatom-of-opera_12.html' title='Phatom of the opera'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkWp7x0nQII/AAAAAAAAALY/ZIHOtOYM8CI/s72-c/DSC00246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-5544256186942214195</id><published>2007-05-09T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T03:50:26.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>List</title><content type='html'>Okaye, Dennis was listing down the things to bring for BEIJING trip! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Points to red cricle* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY! RAWR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkG1dR0nQFI/AAAAAAAAALA/OFN_enxAHKk/s1600-h/list.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkG1dR0nQFI/AAAAAAAAALA/OFN_enxAHKk/s320/list.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062526970746060882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-5544256186942214195?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5544256186942214195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=5544256186942214195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5544256186942214195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5544256186942214195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/list.html' title='List'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkG1dR0nQFI/AAAAAAAAALA/OFN_enxAHKk/s72-c/list.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-2424357091922929229</id><published>2007-05-09T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T01:14:54.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compass point...again.</title><content type='html'>Hi all! Had english oral today... i thought i did not bad.. i sneaked and i saw my marks... since miss mala give us marks in a away we could all see, i got 30/40. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;And Mr Fahmy said during my english presentation that my voice was DJ quality. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, enough of zi kua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to compass point with SY and RY after that... Ry remarked that it was strange how come we can shop during exams time and after exams we don't have anything to do. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw this interesting gun made of wood.. and i took a picture for all of you to see! Despite RY and SY's annoyed glances. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkGQvh0nQCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4bcV3Xo-9Y4/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkGQvh0nQCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4bcV3Xo-9Y4/s320/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062486602348445730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i bought diamonties! I studded the whole back casing of the phone. Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkGQvx0nQDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Z55wjB0pcJU/s1600-h/P1020635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkGQvx0nQDI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Z55wjB0pcJU/s320/P1020635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062486606643413042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-2424357091922929229?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2424357091922929229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=2424357091922929229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/2424357091922929229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/2424357091922929229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/compass-pointagain.html' title='Compass point...again.'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkGQvh0nQCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/4bcV3Xo-9Y4/s72-c/DSC00242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-3117985595752122013</id><published>2007-05-08T01:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T02:39:57.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Trip @ AMG and TPY</title><content type='html'>Hello all! I just came back from shopping at Toa Pa Yoh and Ang Mo Kio. I love neighbourhood places. Me and Ren Yi both got a top. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, those brochure givers are damn annoying. One asked me if i wanted to get my mole off. -.-" Then another asked me if i wanted, 'zi rou'. !!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate soooo much today! I didn't know i was such a glutton. After yu pian mee fen for lunch, i had those fried waton thingys. And after that i influenced Ren Yi to get a ice cream cone. Then, we shared a bowl of gui ling gao ((refer to pic)) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER THAT, i got sushi! Feel like a pig now. Hopefully, my size doesn't become so... And my mummy made fantastic dinner! AW. Seems like i have to have dinner as well. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkBIOB0nQBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/x-5ie42R6eM/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkBIOB0nQBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/x-5ie42R6eM/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062125387008917522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-3117985595752122013?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3117985595752122013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=3117985595752122013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3117985595752122013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3117985595752122013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/amg-tpy_08.html' title='Shopping Trip @ AMG and TPY'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RkBIOB0nQBI/AAAAAAAAAKc/x-5ie42R6eM/s72-c/DSC00241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-3246323259241402033</id><published>2007-05-07T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T02:40:42.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are over!</title><content type='html'>okaye... EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER! *burns books* conclusion... i m gonna fail my sciences and maths. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wello. Gonna go shopping with Rennnn Yi later. XD Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well catch ya later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-3246323259241402033?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3246323259241402033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=3246323259241402033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3246323259241402033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3246323259241402033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/exams-are-over.html' title='Exams are over!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-5198178226188865595</id><published>2007-05-07T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T02:41:05.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Maddness</title><content type='html'>Okaye, so im feeling not too prefect right now. May develop some kinda strange attitude soon this week or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you know me if i don't even know myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-5198178226188865595?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5198178226188865595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=5198178226188865595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5198178226188865595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5198178226188865595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/random.html' title='Random Maddness'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-4215947527688964013</id><published>2007-05-05T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T02:41:23.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry mugging!</title><content type='html'>Hi all.. If you notice, i've changed the blogskin! *huggles yuna*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren Yi and Shi Hui came over to my place again today to study for Chemistry. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pictures of prove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RjxY6x0nP_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/cUaAjLhOrXw/s1600-h/DSC00229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RjxY6x0nP_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/cUaAjLhOrXw/s320/DSC00229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061017848087265266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My messy study table. Er.. ignore the bus guide, we SO wasn't planning to go elsewhere after A Maths test with the guide. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RjxY7B0nQAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5a0oREmhw-s/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RjxY7B0nQAI/AAAAAAAAAKU/5a0oREmhw-s/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061017852382232578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renyi's sneaky smile over Shi Hui who was busy looking at the question!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-4215947527688964013?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4215947527688964013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=4215947527688964013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4215947527688964013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4215947527688964013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/ren-yi-and-shi-hui-came-over-to-my.html' title='Chemistry mugging!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RjxY6x0nP_I/AAAAAAAAAKM/cUaAjLhOrXw/s72-c/DSC00229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-1587235916089340554</id><published>2007-05-04T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T03:58:00.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym</title><content type='html'>URGH. My MSN isn't working.. nothing else to do.. shall post some pictures today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since a picture paints a thousands.. there's nothing much to say right? No i'm not lazy.. erm.. just.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rjsekh0nP7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/LVEE22GZY7I/s1600-h/DSC00224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rjsekh0nP7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/LVEE22GZY7I/s320/DSC00224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060672219184054194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this CUTE kitty relaxing outside the pharmacy today. I call her/him MOO! Cause it's beautiful fur resemembles a cow! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rjsekh0nP8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RHTxeVLx80U/s1600-h/DSC00227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rjsekh0nP8I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/RHTxeVLx80U/s320/DSC00227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060672219184054210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up.. My nephew got a new haircut! Styled somemore. I think he's cute. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rjsekx0nP9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mJ-an7gLxe8/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rjsekx0nP9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/mJ-an7gLxe8/s320/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060672223479021522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he poshly posed for me but smiling 'fakely'. He's a great actor, he can laugh like he really means it when my auntie tells him to. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RjselB0nP-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/03VYItq8z0Q/s1600-h/DSC00226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RjselB0nP-I/AAAAAAAAAKE/03VYItq8z0Q/s320/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060672227773988834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly..  my favourite machine at the gym! (The one on the extreme right) I hogged that machine for whole 25 mins today. HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all for now, japanese class soon. Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-1587235916089340554?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1587235916089340554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=1587235916089340554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1587235916089340554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1587235916089340554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/05/gym.html' title='Gym'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/Rjsekh0nP7I/AAAAAAAAAJs/LVEE22GZY7I/s72-c/DSC00224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-6494719012835804325</id><published>2007-04-30T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T17:44:05.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muddy route</title><content type='html'>Hello all! Yesterday was kinda funny. Me and Ren Yi went to Compass Point and we found an interesting route...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, why did we &lt;br /&gt;choose the yucky route in red across that damn field of sploshy mud i have no idea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RjabQB0nP6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/XVmFdKNluq0/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RjabQB0nP6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/XVmFdKNluq0/s320/DSC00189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059401931066654626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-6494719012835804325?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6494719012835804325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=6494719012835804325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/6494719012835804325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/6494719012835804325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/04/muddy-route.html' title='Muddy route'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RjabQB0nP6I/AAAAAAAAAJk/XVmFdKNluq0/s72-c/DSC00189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-65789444878720908</id><published>2007-04-23T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T02:41:42.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random post</title><content type='html'>I wonder if anyone reads my blog neh way? Oh well, maybe cause i don't update regularly. XD Had Beijing briefing today. Kinda fun! Got me all excited for the trip. (: Can't wait! But the thought of the SA1 looming our my head in one big grey cloud..&lt;br /&gt;and...BAM! Went my exited mood. Poor naomi got scolded like siao by MDM CHUA for missing the briefing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hougang Mall with Ren Yi, and bought the alchol lotion for Shi Hui. Made one round and went back home. ^^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Floats around...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's a @#$%W#%^$%&amp;%&amp; SNATCH THE TOILET FROM ME! GRRRRRR. WHY CAN'T HE BATHE EARLIER! WHY MUST SNATCH WITH ME WHEN I WAN TO BATHE! -.- His girlfriend shld shoot him. HOHOHO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of lame blogging. Tata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-65789444878720908?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/65789444878720908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=65789444878720908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/65789444878720908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/65789444878720908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/04/lsame.html' title='Random post'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-3726814474618512655</id><published>2007-04-19T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:25:32.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF</title><content type='html'>Today was.. a terrible day. Woke up damn early at 5.30am today... rushed to get things done.. dashed out of the house and reached school in time for our guitar SYF. It started out so fun and enjoyable.. we put on makeup and had loads of fun on the bus. (; We were the 5th group to perform on stage and i swear it was the best performance out of all our practices so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 20 groups played and passed, time has came for the results.. As the presenter announced our results.. we're all quiet.. none clapped..we had recieved SILVER! Well part of the reason was because we always had high expectations.. and many of us cried. Out of the whole group the '7 sisters' cried to worst. (That's us.) We felt so remorseful for not attending more lessons and stuff.. kinda let Mr ong down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me cry even worst was when Mr Ong bravely told us that we did very well. SOB! We cried all the way from the Singapore conference hall back and to school.  Pretti-ly make-up girls ended up in disaster struck faces.. amazingly enough the girls says my mascara didn't smudge. -HENG- our not i'll end up looking like a ghost. So buy Mabelline smugde proof mascara next time. Damn good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all for now, shall rest my bad headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-3726814474618512655?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3726814474618512655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=3726814474618512655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3726814474618512655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3726814474618512655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/04/syf.html' title='SYF'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-5241260503577510328</id><published>2007-04-17T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T18:55:54.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arts fiesta</title><content type='html'>Hello all! I'm sure everyone had fun backstage of the ARTS FIESTA 07. I'm sure the 'Jie Meis' truly enjoy themselves, and so did i! We kinda cam-whored again. Who says we don't love complimenting cameras? (: Pictures up by demand. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... PICTURES GALORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWILXxpxVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Rwn_Xt3bms8/s1600-h/DSC00122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWILXxpxVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Rwn_Xt3bms8/s320/DSC00122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054595885735462226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWH4XxpxQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Inx0yEP-MVc/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWH4XxpxQI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Inx0yEP-MVc/s320/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054595559317947650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWH4XxpxRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/k7S-Ai1rcwY/s1600-h/DSC00079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWH4XxpxRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/k7S-Ai1rcwY/s320/DSC00079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054595559317947666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWH4nxpxSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sjabhxu1zMA/s1600-h/DSC00083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWH4nxpxSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sjabhxu1zMA/s320/DSC00083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054595563612914978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWH43xpxTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/V4fpdi6-kiA/s1600-h/DSC00096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWH43xpxTI/AAAAAAAAAJM/V4fpdi6-kiA/s320/DSC00096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054595567907882290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWH5HxpxUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2KjrP7ZQKI4/s1600-h/DSC00111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWH5HxpxUI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2KjrP7ZQKI4/s320/DSC00111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054595572202849602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWHUXxpxLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fOhxiUI-_zU/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWHUXxpxLI/AAAAAAAAAIM/fOhxiUI-_zU/s320/DSC00058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054594940842656946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWHU3xpxMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rp5il2wCyJM/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWHU3xpxMI/AAAAAAAAAIU/rp5il2wCyJM/s320/DSC00059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054594949432591554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWHU3xpxNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xYCEzpEl2XU/s1600-h/DSC00061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWHU3xpxNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/xYCEzpEl2XU/s320/DSC00061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054594949432591570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWHVHxpxOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8K0MLVxi0PM/s1600-h/DSC00064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWHVHxpxOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/8K0MLVxi0PM/s320/DSC00064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054594953727558882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWHVXxpxPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/akLwOcUSLKY/s1600-h/DSC00071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWHVXxpxPI/AAAAAAAAAIs/akLwOcUSLKY/s320/DSC00071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054594958022526194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-5241260503577510328?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5241260503577510328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=5241260503577510328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5241260503577510328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5241260503577510328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/04/arts-fiesta.html' title='Arts fiesta'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RiWILXxpxVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Rwn_Xt3bms8/s72-c/DSC00122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-5892063915384882796</id><published>2007-04-01T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T03:45:29.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/8364/moneyxi1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/8364/moneyxi1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want free money? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the new tkuai bank! For everyone $1 depoisted you get one free $10000000 note! Hurry! While paper lastes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes.. happy APRIL FOOL'S DAY everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*All pics credited to kiatyi the great one. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-5892063915384882796?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5892063915384882796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=5892063915384882796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5892063915384882796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5892063915384882796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/04/want-free-money-check-out-new-tkuai.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-3757651258389730327</id><published>2007-03-25T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T05:07:47.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xiao wei's hse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RgZ0A6NvwuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xa6Dz5AIGSY/s1600-h/me2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RgZ0A6NvwuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xa6Dz5AIGSY/s320/me2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045847991490953954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to xiao wei's hse for CME project and we CAM-WHORED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RgZyWaNvwqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0w-ldOr-HcY/s1600-h/group+photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RgZyWaNvwqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0w-ldOr-HcY/s320/group+photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045846161834885794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RgZyWqNvwrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/f4p511pb3zk/s1600-h/group+photo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RgZyWqNvwrI/AAAAAAAAAHo/f4p511pb3zk/s320/group+photo2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045846166129853106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RgZyXKNvwsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ouIPlk_rgCo/s1600-h/group+photo3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RgZyXKNvwsI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ouIPlk_rgCo/s320/group+photo3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045846174719787714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RgZyXKNvwtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/feDNdFielLY/s1600-h/me4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RgZyXKNvwtI/AAAAAAAAAH4/feDNdFielLY/s320/me4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045846174719787730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-3757651258389730327?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/3757651258389730327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=3757651258389730327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3757651258389730327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/3757651258389730327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/03/went-to-xiao-weis-hse-for-cme-project.html' title='Xiao wei&apos;s hse'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RgZ0A6NvwuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xa6Dz5AIGSY/s72-c/me2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-21061661464798063</id><published>2007-03-09T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T02:41:56.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGSTY</title><content type='html'>Everyday i come home, tired and sick of all the work and school, and i just wanna be released from it all...You come into my life storming and brooding about my grades, NAGGGG LIKE A FRICKIN CHA BOR all the simple SIMPLE things i do.. EVERYTHING. You're my government, you set the bloody rules. So what? Do i FUCKING look like i care? I'm rebel. So what? I like to go against you, SO WHAT? You made me like this, i jolly well wanna enjoy MY whole SECONDARY school life. MY WAY. And have you not seen me study? Where the FUCK are you when i was studying? What the FUCK were you doing? Watchin stupid dramas? Talking on the phone? SLEEPING?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm not as trashed up as others who smoke and pay money to poison themselves or skip school...etc etc. You think i'm stupid? Well then i think you're a brainless twit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're words are so damn foul, i'm trying to hard to resist coming over to slap you. Don't make me do that, you'll regret. Sometimes i wonder why we get into this issue. Me playing computer so much? Or not bathing? Not washing a bloody cup for one night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not helping when you continue to say the same bloody things like a hundred times. Repeat repeat repeat. Nagging like hell, what a chain or bombs ar? Trying to kill me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run, run away, far far away.. from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-21061661464798063?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/21061661464798063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=21061661464798063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/21061661464798063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/21061661464798063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/03/angstuy.html' title='ANGSTY'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-1190874300882921402</id><published>2007-03-07T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:17:25.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGST post</title><content type='html'>Okayye, i'm reviving this blog! Feeling quite angry for my babe, so i shall blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, don't EVER let cockroaches insult you. If they say you aren't good looking, then they are probably twice worst looking then you, and 10 times worser on the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the only thing a guy can jugde a girl on is her personality. I hate the fact some guys only judges a girl by her looks! And not her wonderful sense of humor, her intellectual speach, and the simple way she smiles and looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like a person NOT because of their looks, but because of their heart. If you want something pretty, why not marry a vase? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Righto. enough of angst. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-1190874300882921402?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/1190874300882921402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=1190874300882921402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1190874300882921402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/1190874300882921402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/03/angst-post.html' title='ANGST post'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-6322274337525819542</id><published>2007-02-03T22:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T02:42:11.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CASHPRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.emailcashpro.com/?r=jellybeann"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.emailcashpro.com/images/emailcashpro3.gif" border="0" alt="http://www.emailcashpro.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-6322274337525819542?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6322274337525819542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=6322274337525819542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/6322274337525819542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/6322274337525819542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/02/cahspro.html' title='CASHPRO'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-7021430276160088512</id><published>2007-01-31T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T05:42:25.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CA</title><content type='html'>I have the blues. CA1 blues. I'm still super slack.. i wonder if i'll pass? LOL. Especially my maths la. Stupid E AND A MATHS. PLUS econs.. and my two sucky sciences.. wonder if i can cope la. SOMEONE HELP! Form study grp with me please. loool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, random maddness post. Till later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja mata,&lt;br /&gt;Kaira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-7021430276160088512?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7021430276160088512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=7021430276160088512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/7021430276160088512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/7021430276160088512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/01/ca.html' title='CA'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-5427601522116744281</id><published>2007-01-30T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T05:38:26.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 15th birthday!</title><content type='html'>As most of you would know.. it's officially my 15th birthday today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your lovely gifts people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;Shu Min&lt;br /&gt;Rui Jing&lt;br /&gt;Ke Xin&lt;br /&gt;Jesslyn&lt;br /&gt;Yu fen&lt;br /&gt;Liang yu&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Wei&lt;br /&gt;Jason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the lovely gifts today! DOMO ARIGATO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thanks to all the great people who wished me happy birthday! Thanks! Love ya all! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: kanna whacked dunno how many times today. URGH. STAY AWAY FROM ME JASMINE. STTTTAAAAYYY AWWAAAYYYY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-5427601522116744281?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5427601522116744281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=5427601522116744281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5427601522116744281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5427601522116744281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-15th-birthday.html' title='my 15th birthday!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-5483739946864073042</id><published>2007-01-27T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T05:36:45.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTOFUN</title><content type='html'>SENTOFUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was... fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better blog before i forgot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, met up with jesslyn first at about 10.45am and took a bus to Serangoon MRT. Reached there around 11...then something funny happened. As we were walking through the entrance, another lady opposite of us scanned the card as well! So it sortda crashed, but i managed to get over.. FAST. Poor jesslyn not so lucky, the doors SLAMBAM into her...TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we had to go to the counter at the other end of the mrt station to fix the problem. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet the rest at 11.30am plus. Gomenasai people! Lola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked around.. while waiting for kiat yi. After that, we bought HOOCH, and NASI+OTAH. Boarded the bus, and went to SENTOSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh. Then it started to get dark..and darker.. Still the rest insisted on going.. so we went!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a nice place to eat, and we all sat there eating our NASI LEMAK.Then half way, Shi Hui sortda screamed and i realised(in RUDE SHOCK) that there was a caterpilla on her NASI leaf! EK! Then if even crawled all teh way out and into the bench whr we were. I !SCREAMED! and scrambled off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we ate the cake chin kiang BAKED. LOL. He even brought a candle.. only one though.. XD then i blew it, *damn, i forgot to make a wish* and had to re blow it like twice, for our "dear" kiat yi to get a shot. Then everyone sung the birthday song, so loud.. make me so pai seh.. hide behind the tree.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went to play at the beach. First then i realised? the water damn salty. Marcus damn funny lor. XD I was like keep chasing him around and around! We all physco him to take off his shoes. Looks like our physco-ing works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody jasmine and that evil dennis well.. almost everyone slashed water on me at the beach, GRR! sO SALTY! Like..super. Yuck. XD It was so funny, when BIRDS actually gathered at our bags! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started raining and we went to find shelter. After that we drank hooch! Dennis drunk it all at one shot, abit gong after that huh? LOL. I drank 1 and 1/2 bootle cause jesslyn couldn't finish it up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back into 7-11 and bought some food to eat, then i STUPIDLY drunk the hooch broadly infront of the person there.. He was like looking at me.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he came over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, are you above 18?"&lt;br /&gt;"erm, yes."&lt;br /&gt;"You sure?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeap"&lt;br /&gt;"Did you bought if from ehre or another place"&lt;br /&gt;"Another place..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok.. you sure you above 18? i don't want you to get into trouble.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he walked away. LOL! I got away! Cool eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone couldn't stand the hooch. Except for hazel and jasmine, they look prefectly normal. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my lips were like SUPER red. XP Everyone was like looking at me lor. Shi Hui even worst, her whole face was flushed! Then she keep complaining she wanted to sleep. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy jasmine,hazel,chinkiang, went on playing volleyball UNDER the rain, acts of bakaness i tell u. XD After they sick not my problem hor. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naturally, they're the most wet amongst us all. After that, we decided to give up on waiting for the bloody rain to stop and went bowling! Along the way, we kinda cam-whored. Especially me. HEEHEE. Pics will be up soon i guess. =) So hang on peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bowling was fun! And cold. wahhaa. Highest scorer was.. hazel? or shi hui? i keep feeding draining, but my end score not bad la. wahaha. Shi Hui, Jasmine and Hazel keep getting strikes lor! NOTFAIR. HRUMP. POOR marcus.. cause he left handed so cannot blame him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we split up, left with me, kiat yi, marcus, and jasmine and we all had dinner together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to mini toon, spend like FRICKIN long before they decided to get me that, DUCK/CHICKEN/GOOSE thingy for my present. WAHAHAAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===FASTFORWARD===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my father to fetch him from there. It was NOWAY for me to carry that.. that.. ridicious huge yellow bag around. XP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPECIALTHANKS TO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesslyn: For being there and accompanying me around!&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine: For the duck/chicken/goose and being so spontaneous and fun!&lt;br /&gt;Hazel: For the gift as well, and being such a good drinker!&lt;br /&gt;Shi Hui: For sticking onto to me like glue(literally) and your cute doggy present!&lt;br /&gt;Kiat Yi: For being a fantastic photographer!&lt;br /&gt;Dennis: For your lovely flowers and cute doggie!&lt;br /&gt;Marcus: For being so jolly and laughy(is tht even a word?) and for the present!&lt;br /&gt;Chin Kiang: For taking time to bake us that cake! Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, thank you all great people! LOVE you guys! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are aching like hell now.. ow.. well that's all for now! Pics will be up soon, depending on kiat yi...so lets all give ehr a "LITTLE" PRESSURE k? TeeHee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOADAlove,&lt;br /&gt;Jia Ling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-5483739946864073042?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5483739946864073042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=5483739946864073042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5483739946864073042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5483739946864073042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/01/sentofun.html' title='SENTOFUN'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-4542349965992132978</id><published>2007-01-24T01:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T01:50:44.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random quiz</title><content type='html'>Did a random quiz, true? Not? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="375" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0" &lt;br /&gt; bordercolor="#99CCFF" border="1"  bgcolor="#339999"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;What Is Your Role In A Relationship? (Male and Female, detailed results with Anime Pics!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font size="1" color="#FFFF00"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/t5soy1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Insecure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You often find it hard to believe you are worthy of the love and attention given to you by your partner, and always worry he/she could do much better than you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your insecurity sometimes leads you to pushing people away, or holding on too tightly. Either way, your relationships often end in tears.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe you had your heart broken in the past, or have a low self-esteem - whatever the reasons are, you struggle to see what other people see in you. Some people will find this frustrating, but there will be someone out there who will delight in telling you just how fab you really are until you start to believe it yourself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most compatible with:&lt;/b&gt; The Hopeless Romantic&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Romantic will never tire of telling you how much they love you, and you will never tire of hearing it! You need someone who will give you constant reassurance, who will be prepared to make grand romantic gestures whenever you are feeling particularly insecure and will stand by you if you push or pull on them. The Romantic will do all these things and some, always making sure you know that you are the only one they could ever want.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Least compatible with:&lt;/b&gt; The Free Spirit&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Free Spirit won't ever show you their affection in ways obvious enough for you. You would feel constantly on edge as they flitted from one place to the next, not really caring if you followed or not. They would give you enough of a taste to tempt you, but none of the follow through and security you desire.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your song is:&lt;/b&gt; Let That Be Enough, Switchfoot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/t5spcn.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/occultmagic/quizzes/What+Is+Your+Role+In+A+Relationship%3F+%28Male+and+Female%2C+detailed+results+with+Anime+Pics%21%29"&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/" target="quizilla"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.quizilla.com/images/codepastes/30qzlogo.gif" style="padding:2px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(255,255,255);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=18&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color:rgb(255,255,255);"  target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=21&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/register"&gt;Join&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;| &lt;a style="color:rgb(255,255,255);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=20&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/makeaquiz.php"&gt;Make A Quiz&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=42&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/occultmagic/quizzes/"&gt;More Quizzes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a style="color:rgb(255,255,255);" target="quizilla" href="http://www.quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=19&amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/codepastes/?quizid=2858135"&gt;Grab Code&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-4542349965992132978?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4542349965992132978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=4542349965992132978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4542349965992132978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4542349965992132978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-quiz_24.html' title='Random quiz'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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://i2.tinypic.com/t5soy1_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-2319532764087357261</id><published>2007-01-20T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T17:25:26.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANDOM QUIZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I was bored kaye, took this off boon ping's blog.  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;think of right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;off the top of your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;DO NOT read the questions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;that follow till the list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;of 20 is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When you are done,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;answer the questions as follows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;1) Shu Min&lt;br /&gt;2}Rui Jing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;3) Jesslyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;4) Ke Xin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;5) Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;6) Boon Ping&lt;br /&gt;7) Felix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;8) Dennis&lt;br /&gt;9) Dun Ya&lt;br /&gt;10) Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;11) Liang Yu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;12) Jasmine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;13) Kiat Yi&lt;br /&gt;14) Leon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;15) Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;16) Jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;17) Shi Hui&lt;br /&gt;18) Xiao Wei&lt;br /&gt;19) Shi Ying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;20) Naomi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- How did you meet 14? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Hmm.. in primary..same class. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- What will you do if you will never meet 1 again ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;AW. That would be really depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;-  What would you do if 20 and 9 dated ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Ermm... LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- Would 6 and 17 make a good couple ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Boon Ping and Shi Hui? ERM.. Not really i think. Sorry about that. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- Describe 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Nice, quiet person and a good friend.  (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- Tell me about 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Jap Senior!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Sadly, i don't. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- What's 8's favourite person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;How would i know? His mum? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- What will you do if 18 just confessed he/she likes you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Oh! I love Xiao wei too! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- What language does 15 speaks ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;What else? English/chinese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- Who is 9 going out with ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Lol. No idea. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- How old is 16?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- When's the last time you talked to 13 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Like.. yesterday...about some lomography spree thingy thru sms. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- Would you ever date 12 ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;AH. NO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- Is 12 single ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Yes.. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- What's 10's last name ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;TAN! Same as me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- Ever had a serious relationship with 11?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;LOL. You mean friendship eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- What school does 3 goes to ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Hougang Secondary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- Where does 6 lives ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Hougang. Near the xinmin primary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- What would 19 most likely say to you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;erm.. "jia ling" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- Whats your favourite thing about 5?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;He's a really sweet and nice guy. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- Have you seen 1 naked ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;LOL! Don't think so. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-2319532764087357261?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2319532764087357261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=2319532764087357261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/2319532764087357261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/2319532764087357261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-quiz.html' title='RANDOM QUIZ'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-400755315562233925</id><published>2007-01-10T03:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T04:02:03.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my babe!</title><content type='html'>Well , for those who knows, i have lost.. my precious baby. My really new nokia 6280! Damn upset over my lost.. had it only like a few months.. plus my 1GB card inside. Tragic eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother's not helping, in fact she's screaming  her head off at me. Well, it's expected...and i can say it's my fault. Then instead of helping she over there kao peh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nevermind, don't think anyone can contact me these few days except through MSN. Or maybe not at all if i decide to read my stack of books i borrowed at the library today. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, no use crying over spilt milk. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is full of surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, it's my brother's 18th birthday today! Happy birthday to him. So that leaves 20 more days to my birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now! Cya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-400755315562233925?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/400755315562233925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=400755315562233925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/400755315562233925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/400755315562233925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-babe.html' title='my babe!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-194919387567343237</id><published>2007-01-08T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T02:37:24.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Hello! Thou shall blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, me 15th birthday is in another 22 days! I shall be very BHB and ask for pressies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESSIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-194919387567343237?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/194919387567343237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=194919387567343237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/194919387567343237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/194919387567343237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/01/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-6933375827443190278</id><published>2007-01-05T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T20:42:15.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evertime we touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.&lt;br /&gt;Need you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Cause everytime we touch, I feel this static.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Can't you hear my heart beat so.&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go.&lt;br /&gt;Want you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-6933375827443190278?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/6933375827443190278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=6933375827443190278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/6933375827443190278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/6933375827443190278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/01/evertime-we-touch.html' title='Evertime we touch'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-5426746495167749083</id><published>2007-01-02T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:53:36.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY belated new year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RZorWBnbCTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jNJo6DECZfE/s1600-h/writing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RZorWBnbCTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jNJo6DECZfE/s320/writing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015368792421370162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY belated new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Updating pics of our new year countdown! Following pictures at WESTCOAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RZoqSxnbCOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AaXDBWFnY2c/s1600-h/WESTCOAST.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RZoqSxnbCOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AaXDBWFnY2c/s320/WESTCOAST.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015367637075167458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RZoqTBnbCPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1JCXuagaFVk/s1600-h/Westcoast2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RZoqTBnbCPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1JCXuagaFVk/s320/Westcoast2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015367641370134770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RZoqTRnbCQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1EXYvBf-F5Q/s1600-h/Westcoast3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RZoqTRnbCQI/AAAAAAAAAGo/1EXYvBf-F5Q/s320/Westcoast3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015367645665102082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RZoqTRnbCRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pEBndyn0kDs/s1600-h/Westcoast4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RZoqTRnbCRI/AAAAAAAAAGw/pEBndyn0kDs/s320/Westcoast4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015367645665102098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RZoqThnbCSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pspiuCNQyI0/s1600-h/westcoast5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RZoqThnbCSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pspiuCNQyI0/s320/westcoast5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015367649960069410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture says a thousand words right? So i'll let pictures dot the talking..since im sian to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAYONARA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-5426746495167749083?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5426746495167749083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=5426746495167749083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5426746495167749083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5426746495167749083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-belated-new-year.html' title='HAPPY belated new year!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RZorWBnbCTI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jNJo6DECZfE/s72-c/writing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-8222320108518683381</id><published>2006-12-24T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T19:12:40.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas mania.</title><content type='html'>For me is either upload quick or risk getting slaughtered by liang yu and lynn. XD&lt;br /&gt;In christmas mood so i uploaded ASAP! Don't conplain i slow ar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, lynn asked us to go to her house for a BBQ celebrate from christmas last night. I asked my mum(she was outside) and she said that i can go! She even bought one big box of chocolates and asked me to give them. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nm2unXjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NZjLR6HkVqY/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nm2unXjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NZjLR6HkVqY/s320/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012268458766196274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liang yu took a LONG time to come, but i reached first anyway. Then Sherman(sp?) was being his crazy self, biting the buttons of my pockets and making me sticky all over by hitting us with a BBQ mushy-mellow.. And for those who tried BBQ it before, you'll know it turns really sticky..and well, deformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we decided to go to the 7-11 downstairs, and bought 2 glasses of MOCHA. Damn sweet lor! Yucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we're on our way back, lynn suddenly asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn:"Did you see that man? He keep looking at us..."&lt;br /&gt;Liang Yu: "Ya lor.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Huh? Got meh? Where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come everytime i never notice anything.. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: "Behind us now.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: *turns around* "oh.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the man called us from behind, and the conversation was roughly like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Excuse me, excuse me!"&lt;br /&gt;We: *turns around*&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Er..you guys want a part time job? Teaching people how to use computer..."&lt;br /&gt;(Come on! Like who will believe you!"&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: "Er, school's gonna start liao.. so cannot"&lt;br /&gt;Man: *looking embarrased* "Oh? Really meh? School gonna start liao?"&lt;br /&gt;        "I Give you all my contact then you can call me when you wanna work?"&lt;br /&gt;Lynn: "No need, we don't know how to use computer.."&lt;br /&gt;Man: "Huh! Cannot be la.. erm, ok, nevermind then. See you. (Can't remember if he said 'see you' or what la. LOL.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Note: Lynn was the clever one who replied everything, i was standing there like an idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started Cam whoring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nBGunXhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0v8Q3B4wAmM/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nBGunXhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0v8Q3B4wAmM/s320/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012267810226134546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Walked all the way to the 24hr Macdonals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nAmunXfI/AAAAAAAAADk/7nTM3eQiKLU/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nAmunXfI/AAAAAAAAADk/7nTM3eQiKLU/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012267801636199922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At their toilet..waha, we were being naughty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8qBmunXrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DdSDTMh01sk/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8qBmunXrI/AAAAAAAAAFE/DdSDTMh01sk/s320/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012271117350952626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nA2unXgI/AAAAAAAAADs/ads-RyugLcA/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nA2unXgI/AAAAAAAAADs/ads-RyugLcA/s320/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012267805931167234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come on la, help by purchasing a hand can? One dollar only.. LOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8m_WunXeI/AAAAAAAAADc/2WJ30RcNGco/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8m_WunXeI/AAAAAAAAADc/2WJ30RcNGco/s320/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012267780161363426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the MOCHA we bought.. naughty naughty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8qA2unXpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lM18yCwcdiY/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8qA2unXpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lM18yCwcdiY/s320/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012271104466050706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nBmunXiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uZHIyMdZ3Jw/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nBmunXiI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uZHIyMdZ3Jw/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012267818816069154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wahahaha. I sugessted they did the kissing the pole thingy, then liang decided like that better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that was until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8qBWunXqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BXFkNOeP528/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8qBWunXqI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BXFkNOeP528/s320/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012271113055985314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liang yu spilt my coffee! And she still dare to put yay signs! GRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8qAGunXoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eISZgXbfg6Q/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8qAGunXoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eISZgXbfg6Q/s320/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012271091581148802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we decided to break the bottle, liang yu tried onxce then got scared cause the sound was so loud.. in the end, i did it lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nn2unXmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yXzE3QIxjrs/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nn2unXmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/yXzE3QIxjrs/s320/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012268475946065506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TA DA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nnmunXlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UnVQSL6cFFc/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nnmunXlI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UnVQSL6cFFc/s320/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012268471651098194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eh eh eh! Treat me as transparent is it? Talking talking talking to your dalings ar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nnGunXkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aEO-WU1RyvU/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nnGunXkI/AAAAAAAAAEM/aEO-WU1RyvU/s320/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012268463061163586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8l-WunXZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oo1VjPn5rKk/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8l-WunXZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/oo1VjPn5rKk/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012266663469866386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until we CAM-WHORE again, sayonara!&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/20931999-8222320108518683381?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/8222320108518683381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=8222320108518683381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/8222320108518683381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/8222320108518683381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-mania.html' title='Christmas mania.'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RY8nm2unXjI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NZjLR6HkVqY/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-2667896498631752587</id><published>2006-12-23T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T23:20:38.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teach me saddness</title><content type='html'>Teach me saddness&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you closed you eyes, you wouldn't gaze into saddness&lt;br /&gt;If you forget the feeling of warmth, you wouuldn't feel the pain.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall that gentle voice,&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of my mourning heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is calling me from my forgotten past,&lt;br /&gt;Asking me when will i take sorrow into my hands again.&lt;br /&gt;But at this moment that will never repeat,&lt;br /&gt;Anata no koto shika mienai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little boat glitters silently in the distance, alone.&lt;br /&gt;Swept away by the torrent of grief, it vanishes under the waves of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do i search the oceans aimlessly,&lt;br /&gt;For the warmth i should never have known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swaying with the ripples, the boat of life sails on.&lt;br /&gt;Though no stars can be seen,&lt;br /&gt;it shall overcome waves and advance on,&lt;br /&gt;beyond the darkness..&lt;br /&gt;Anata no koto shika mienai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves that we saw are flowing towards serenity,&lt;br /&gt;Flowing to the kindness that dissappeared underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's a future where we will love each other.&lt;br /&gt;And until i take sorrow back into my hands again,&lt;br /&gt;At this moment that will never come twice...&lt;br /&gt;Anata no koto shika mienai.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: i add jap words to the last sentence, and for those who doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anata no koto shika mienai means, you are all i can see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-2667896498631752587?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/2667896498631752587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=2667896498631752587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/2667896498631752587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/2667896498631752587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/teach-me-saddness.html' title='Teach me saddness'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-4399407209982360783</id><published>2006-12-23T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:02:54.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HO HO HO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;And may all your white fluffy wishes come true! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;i hope mine does anyway. XD&lt;br /&gt;Where are my presents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-4399407209982360783?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4399407209982360783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=4399407209982360783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4399407209982360783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4399407209982360783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-7290080051091326981</id><published>2006-12-22T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:57:29.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TON2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYyaXmunXUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/A8zqyZ92T-M/s1600-h/P1020227.JPG"&gt;More TON pics!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYyaXmunXUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/A8zqyZ92T-M/s1600-h/P1020227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYyaXmunXUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/A8zqyZ92T-M/s320/P1020227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011550215680253250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute HIPPO we found at DAISO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYyaX2unXVI/AAAAAAAAACA/FoOJXBSk7lE/s1600-h/P1020228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYyaX2unXVI/AAAAAAAAACA/FoOJXBSk7lE/s320/P1020228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011550219975220562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and lynn's cheesy hot dogs! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYyaYGunXWI/AAAAAAAAACI/YIiIudD3kiY/s1600-h/P1020230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYyaYGunXWI/AAAAAAAAACI/YIiIudD3kiY/s320/P1020230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011550224270187874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor us had cup noodles for dinner! No choice la, budget pretty low. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYyaYWunXXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/antiOaT8cV4/s1600-h/P1020231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYyaYWunXXI/AAAAAAAAACQ/antiOaT8cV4/s320/P1020231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011550228565155186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KAWAII right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYyaYmunXYI/AAAAAAAAACY/d0iW2LZ3FHo/s1600-h/P1020232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYyaYmunXYI/AAAAAAAAACY/d0iW2LZ3FHo/s320/P1020232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011550232860122498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-7290080051091326981?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7290080051091326981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=7290080051091326981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/7290080051091326981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/7290080051091326981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/ton2.html' title='TON2'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYyaXmunXUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/A8zqyZ92T-M/s72-c/P1020227.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-5312381238171326791</id><published>2006-12-21T20:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:06:39.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TON!</title><content type='html'>OK OK! TON PICS ARE UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop hounding me liao. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 'ton' the other day, with lynn, leon, liang yu. The rest, ming hui, wen jie, sharlene, shu xian, and boon kiat joined us for movies at VIVOCITY only. Played in the rain in the walking pool thingy, was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got SICK again. SO SIAN. MYVOICE IS GONE! ALL GONE! Now i sound like a croaking frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;URGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYtm12unXNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mpt-4DxXKUA/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYtm12unXNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mpt-4DxXKUA/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011212085789940946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drinking at the steps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYtm12unXOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KzplC6XnI18/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYtm12unXOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KzplC6XnI18/s320/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011212085789940962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYtm2WunXPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EinFRXKBnco/s1600-h/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYtm2WunXPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EinFRXKBnco/s320/Image007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011212094379875570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hooch bottles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYtm2munXQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/O_0VYOk_Ho8/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYtm2munXQI/AAAAAAAAAA8/O_0VYOk_Ho8/s320/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011212098674842882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the huge mess we made when the bottles bubbled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYtm3GunXRI/AAAAAAAAABE/y4XY3ZrFiOI/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYtm3GunXRI/AAAAAAAAABE/y4XY3ZrFiOI/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011212107264777490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Breezer bootles.. Which sucks! Please stick to hooch people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYtncWunXSI/AAAAAAAAABM/pcfVie9HvlM/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYtncWunXSI/AAAAAAAAABM/pcfVie9HvlM/s320/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011212747214904610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOL. We stuck those colorful CHIPS on the bottles..&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/20931999-5312381238171326791?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/5312381238171326791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=5312381238171326791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5312381238171326791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/5312381238171326791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/ton.html' title='TON!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYtm12unXNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mpt-4DxXKUA/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-7702186092009160278</id><published>2006-12-17T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:06:45.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JB</title><content type='html'>Post dated;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to JB yesterday! With mummy and daddy, Auntie Sharon and Uncle Ricky, Aunt Helen and Uncle Ah key, Big cousin Elsa and her beaut, Yong Yee and baby Edus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late at 8;30, when we're suposed to meet at 9;00. Kinda rushed everything, and it's amazing WHY my mother cooked FRIED egg, and other dishes for porridge WAY early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we drove out and had BAK KU TEH inside malaysia. We then drove all the way up into JUSCO. It was huge, sort-da la VIVOCITY, many high-ended shops, but fortunately, many shops had year-end sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought some stuff, then drove to another mega mall, THE STORE. We bought tons of household items there, including 6 bottles of bird's nest costing at $5 sing! (Will update if it's just water or bird's nest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYYFJWunXLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgVUfIl_4N0/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYYFJWunXLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgVUfIl_4N0/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009697293774314674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this huge array of teddy bears at JUSCO. So nice! Imagine having this much soft toys! AND THEY'RE ALL TEDDYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a soft spot for soft toys anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYYFW2unXMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UJykOOPqr4E/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYYFW2unXMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/UJykOOPqr4E/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009697525702548674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, it's just cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTYL. CYAguyssoon. Sayonara;jia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-7702186092009160278?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/7702186092009160278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=7702186092009160278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/7702186092009160278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/7702186092009160278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/jb.html' title='JB'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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/_2Dz7WzArLFw/RYYFJWunXLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HgVUfIl_4N0/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-4845525320969581126</id><published>2006-12-15T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:32:05.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker post.</title><content type='html'>Right.. so i've been MIA on blogging networks lately.. but can you blame me for being lazy? Well, you can..but that's not the point. Been busy these few days, going out almost every other day, and my mum is personally hounding at me for 'hating home' so much. Wahhaa. Can't blame me right? Staying at this prison just kills me. Slow and painful, and so yeah. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the temple early this morning, *grumbles* mum woke us up like so damn early... When we reached, my brother sacarstically said that he could even count the number of people there with his fingers and toes. Then we blindly followed our dad with burning sticks and follow him around.. He didn't even know where to find the statue of the gods.. wahah. Me and my brother were shaking our heads in dismay, he said that in our generation, this would probably die out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently slacking at home now, suppose to finish my book but..ah well. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's gonna drive us into JB tomorrow! So i doubt you'll get any replies from me tomorrow. Just leave me a message though, and i'll get back to you. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-4845525320969581126?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/4845525320969581126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=4845525320969581126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4845525320969581126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/4845525320969581126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/slacker-post.html' title='Slacker post.'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-116574197822824921</id><published>2006-12-10T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:12:58.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 words</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;1000 Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;            &lt;pre&gt;I know that you're hiding things&lt;br /&gt;Using gentle words to shelter me&lt;br /&gt;Your words were like a dream&lt;br /&gt;But dreams could never fool me&lt;br /&gt;Not that easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I acted so distant then&lt;br /&gt;Didn't say goodbye before you left&lt;br /&gt;But I was listening&lt;br /&gt;You'll fight your battles far from me&lt;br /&gt;Far too easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Save your tears cause I'll come back"&lt;br /&gt;I could hear that you whispered as you walked through that door&lt;br /&gt;But still I swore&lt;br /&gt;To hide the pain when I turn back the pages&lt;br /&gt;Shouting might have been the answer&lt;br /&gt;What if I'd cried my eyes out and begged you not to depart&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm not afraid to say what's in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;Have never been spoken&lt;br /&gt;They'll fly to you&lt;br /&gt;Crossing over the time and distance holding you&lt;br /&gt;Suspended on silver wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;One thousand confessions&lt;br /&gt;Will cradle you&lt;br /&gt;Making all of the pain you feel seem far away&lt;br /&gt;They'll hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream isn't over yet&lt;br /&gt;Though I often say I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;I still relive that day&lt;br /&gt;"You've been there with me all the way"&lt;br /&gt;I still hear you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait for me I'll write you letters"&lt;br /&gt;I could see how you stammered with your eyes to the floor&lt;br /&gt;But still I swore to hide the doubt&lt;br /&gt;When I turn back the pages&lt;br /&gt;Anger might have been the answer&lt;br /&gt;What if I'd hung my head and said that I couldn't wait&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm strong enough to know it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;Call out through the ages&lt;br /&gt;They'll fly to you&lt;br /&gt;Even though we can't see I know they're reaching you&lt;br /&gt;Suspended on silver wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;One thousand embraces&lt;br /&gt;Will cradle you&lt;br /&gt;Making all of your weary days seem far away&lt;br /&gt;They'll hold you forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;Have never been spoken&lt;br /&gt;They'll fly to you&lt;br /&gt;They'll carry you home and back into my arms&lt;br /&gt;Suspended on silver wings ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a thousand words&lt;br /&gt;Call out through the ages&lt;br /&gt;They'll cradle you&lt;br /&gt;Turning all of the lonely years to only days&lt;br /&gt;They'll hold you forever&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-116574197822824921?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116574197822824921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=116574197822824921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116574197822824921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116574197822824921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/12/1000-words.html' title='1000 words'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-116476947563619860</id><published>2006-11-28T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T19:04:35.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test papers</title><content type='html'>NEVER; ATTEMPT the following during your exams, do so at your own risk and future. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/236811/describe%20the%20graph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 426px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/400/370879/describe%20the%20graph.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/42008/ailens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/400/817323/ailens.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/140031/ailens2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 153px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/400/538894/ailens2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/904146/find%20x%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/794589/find%20x%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-116476947563619860?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116476947563619860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=116476947563619860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116476947563619860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116476947563619860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/test-papers.html' title='Test papers'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-116476179806179596</id><published>2006-11-28T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T17:40:47.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some say..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some say love, it is a river&lt;br /&gt;That drowns the tender reed&lt;br /&gt;Some say love, it is a razor&lt;br /&gt;That leaves  your soul to bleed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some say love, it is a hunger&lt;br /&gt;An endless aching need&lt;br /&gt;I say love, it is a flower&lt;br /&gt;And you its only  seed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's the soul afraid of  dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;That never learns to dance&lt;br /&gt;And the soul afraid of waking,&lt;br /&gt;That never takes the chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's the one, who won't be  taken&lt;br /&gt;Who cannot seem to give&lt;br /&gt;And the soul afraid of dying,&lt;br /&gt;That  never learns to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When the night has been too  lonely&lt;br /&gt;And the road has been too long&lt;br /&gt;When you feel that love is only&lt;br /&gt;For the lucky and the strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just remember in the winter&lt;br /&gt;Far beneath the bitter snow&lt;br /&gt;Lies the seed that with the sun's love&lt;br /&gt;In the spring becomes the rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-116476179806179596?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116476179806179596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=116476179806179596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116476179806179596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116476179806179596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/some-say.html' title='Some say..'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-116472132362906867</id><published>2006-11-28T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T05:42:03.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOGSKIN!</title><content type='html'>SUPRIZE SURPRIZE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my blogskin as i found the previous one..too BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was deliberating over which new blogskins i wanted to change to then i came over this TSUBASA RESERVOIR THEMED one which took my breath away! I had to take it, and i did! Hope you guys liked it, tag comments please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I LUBBBBBB TSUBASA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAKURA+SYAORAN183. x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops! Heehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-116472132362906867?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116472132362906867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=116472132362906867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116472132362906867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116472132362906867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-blogskin.html' title='NEW BLOGSKIN!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-116470769406170120</id><published>2006-11-28T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T01:54:54.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIZZAAA</title><content type='html'>Someone tell me how a trip to COMPASS POINT'S PIZZA HUT turned out to be a movie outing to watch happy feet? Lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me hazel and jasmine managed to get our great  KIAT YI to treat us to pizza hut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Thankyewkiatyi* =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on we decided to go catch a movie since..we had nothing better to do..  and went on to PLAZA SINGAPURA and bought tickets to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY FEET!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was rather nice in the beginning and middle.. but it was totally disappointing in the end! There was...no proper ending! AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought HAPPY FEET COMBO and they gave us a little penguin.. kinda cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/1600/P1020211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/320/P1020211.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we went into the movie cinema, we were at the arcade and we saw a guy feeding the machine with coins and pushing the buttons! He eventually won this big prize.. which was a mickey mouse pillow.  He left soon after that..and Jasmine discovered that he did not claim all the sweets that he won! Since we can take why not take right? Jasmine took my handbag and started piling it with sweets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/1600/P1020212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/320/P1020212.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA! It's really....ALOT.. and we didn't take all..wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie hazel went back and the rest of us spend the next hour or so looking for a place to SIT and EAT. Walked all the way throughout orchard and went home at about 9 plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-116470769406170120?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116470769406170120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=116470769406170120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116470769406170120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116470769406170120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/pizzaaa.html' title='PIZZAAA'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-116451148243714417</id><published>2006-11-25T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T19:24:42.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducting the panda!</title><content type='html'>Righht, i got tired of the pig and adopted a PANDA instead! xD Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-116451148243714417?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116451148243714417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=116451148243714417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116451148243714417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116451148243714417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/introducting-panda.html' title='Introducting the panda!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-116451083753988711</id><published>2006-11-25T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T19:13:57.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LANGKAWI PART ll</title><content type='html'>Heyya, just got back from the doctor's... He told me that i took way too long to go see the doctor...xD And i have 4 sets of medictation to take, antibio 4 times a day, flu 3 times a day, phlem 2 pills 3 times a day...and that disgusting cockroach-coloured cough mixture 3 times a day... which adds up to, 13 FRICKIN PILLS to eat EVERYDAY. How nice huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, back to uploading more photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/113752/P1020138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/204057/P1020138.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother demanded copyright for his photo being uploaded here. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/169993/P1020160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/758245/P1020160.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/171145/LKW_6342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/511781/LKW_6342.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a cable car ride, all the way up 710 METERS ABOVE SEA LEVEL! Scenery was breath taking, and the salty wind was carrassing our faces! Ah, bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/163323/bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/114094/bridge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/743478/P1020169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/594432/P1020169.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  was the suspenstion brigde at the cable car station top... freaky! so damn high and.. when the wind blows, the brigde actually shakes! AH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/617194/feeding%20bunnys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/918968/feeding%20bunnys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were like a bunny farm there, we got some food and started feeding the hungry bunnies.. so cute can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/963108/greedy%20bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/275341/greedy%20bunny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one got a little TOO excited, he even jumped on the bench to get extra food. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/64319/LKW_6455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/925596/LKW_6455.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this group of wild KAWAII monkeys, who would come to our resort every morning for food, super clever.. and so cute can! Better then those lousy brown ones you see in Singapore reservoirs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/586560/DSC_6200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/289593/DSC_6200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-116451083753988711?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116451083753988711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=116451083753988711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116451083753988711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116451083753988711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/langkawi-part-ll.html' title='LANGKAWI PART ll'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-116450192942097235</id><published>2006-11-25T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T16:45:29.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LANGKAWI</title><content type='html'>*sweeps off layers of dust..*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaye, so i've slacking again. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought maybe i should share some photos on my LANGKAWI TRIP! And since i'm lazy to type much, let the photos do the magic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/870749/LKW_6425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/275897/LKW_6425.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TADA! That's the sign of our resort...Mutiara Burau bay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/718654/Beach_6195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/904994/Beach_6195.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's the view in the resort, lovely place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/728565/LKW_6192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/872541/LKW_6192.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While at the beach, we even saw trainers bringing their horses for a swim in the sea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/73607/LKW_6242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/563469/LKW_6242.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad took this beautiful scene at the beach...sunset!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/458494/1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 359px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/737551/1222.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's me in front.. and my brother's the weird one running in the back. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/1600/612496/DSC_6418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8189/517/320/881461/DSC_6418.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.. my dad asked me to stand at this little gap... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go, my parents are insisting i go to a doctor right now. GRRR. Will upload MORE when i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-116450192942097235?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116450192942097235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=116450192942097235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116450192942097235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116450192942097235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/langkawi.html' title='LANGKAWI'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-116375834077286863</id><published>2006-11-17T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T18:39:12.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHICKEN LITTLE</title><content type='html'>Ok ok, chicken little as the title, strange, but read on and you'll find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early this morning, slept late last night, but couldn't sleep because of some matters,  waking up between middles of the night is so not nice. Finally, the sun shone, and i woke up 1/2 gratefully, 1/2 tiredly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[See if you understand the following:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my mum's niece, which is  my aunt, told my mum, to follow her mum, which is also my called aunt, along with my little nephew, to the children's fair in SINGAPORE EXPO...for what you may ask? TO GET A DAMNED FREE HELIUM BALLOON. Well, since my aunt was in the insurance business, she asked her mum to come down to apply for it and get baby EDUS a free balloon. Nice huh? His mum is soooo good to him. [ www.edusng.blogspot.com ] &lt;=== that's his blog, of course, his mum blogs for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked the whole EXPO...exploring here and there, then we left for tampinese...taking the MRT, and pulling this TODDLER-SIZED CHICKEN LITTLE BALLON, all around.. People were laughing, smiling, pointing at it..and many...i repeat...MANY asked where we got that damn balloon....even a bunch of poly/jc kids! i was like..whoa! What do you need this kinda balloon for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edus was such a sweet baby.. while carrying that 'turkey' around some even thought i was his mother.. HELLO! DO I LOOK LIKE A MOTHER TO YOU! GEEESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he's super heavy... my arms ached from carrying him. Cannot ta han. whahas. But he's super cute when he smiles, his little dimples will show and he likes playing peek-a-boo with me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His antics are just so cute! But it takes too much time for me to write them all down. =) But what do you know... while my aunt was tying some stuff on the baby trolley, the balloon accidentally let loose and flew up and away..to the roof of tampinese MRT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN! ALL THE WAY THERE TO GET THAT DAMN BALLOON AND THEN NOW THIS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it was heartbreaking. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Edus even did a little flying kiss to his chicken little up there. Aww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now at home, have JAPANESE lessons later... So see ya guys later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: A great way to attract attention? Bring a large helium balloon with you when u go shopping,  Then tie it around so you won't let loose it. =) But of course bring a kid along and say it's his/hers, or else people will REALLY, think you're metally challenged. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-116375834077286863?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116375834077286863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=116375834077286863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116375834077286863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116375834077286863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/chicken-little.html' title='CHICKEN LITTLE'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-116367188768538635</id><published>2006-11-16T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T02:12:30.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toilet experience. =)</title><content type='html'>Okies, i feel totally retarded as i blog about this..feeling super sian, so pardon my lousy english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was around 10 plus at that time, we just finished our JAP course with our bubbly old man teach. at the CC. Me and shi ying went to the toilet.. i heard some sounds but couldn't really make out the words.. suddenly, the lights with out with a click, me cum shi ying rushed out to find ourselves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*drumrolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOCKED IN. I didn't find it scary then..i found it FUNNY. I was practicially laughing at my poor frantic friend trying to YANK the door open and screaming at the top of her voice, [don't blame me, i know i'm evil. :)] until, i noticed the 5 rows of mirrors beside. EK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the guy was nearby and let us out. wahahas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden rule? Never enter the toilet public alone, especially at night... Think of it this way, if u get locked in, there's another to help you! :) And well, another to snap u away from laughing and to get us both out. Heng, shi ying was there or not... ehehe... :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-116367188768538635?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116367188768538635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=116367188768538635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116367188768538635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116367188768538635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/toilet-experience.html' title='Toilet experience. =)'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-116259910267201635</id><published>2006-11-03T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:11:42.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowery flora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/1600/03112006098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/320/03112006098.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/1600/03112006099.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/320/03112006099.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayye.. so i got a little carried away and stuck little flowers over my manicure. xP&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to put on little diamonds..but scared it drops off so.. back to simple little flowers. I had better type..i better not ruin my manicure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a message from Pei Jun yesterday, Yellow Ribbon has invited us to an appreciation dinner! Sounds fun? Don't know. Anyone knows whr Ten Orchard Hotel is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jialing, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-116259910267201635?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116259910267201635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=116259910267201635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116259910267201635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116259910267201635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/flowery-flora.html' title='Flowery flora'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-116252030092143591</id><published>2006-11-02T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:18:21.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow wow wet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/1600/02112006090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/320/02112006090.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow~ since when was the last time i stepped here? It's getting real dusty eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, hang out with the old gang at Wild Wild Wet yesterday...we had free admission and had loads of fun there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained half-way throughout..but we continued playing and the rain lost to us. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in this Wave Pool where there were huge waves to throw us around.. Then there was this suspicious looking man..who touched my friends butt and my thigh. Concidence? Maybe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued playing.. entering the shiok pool like..5 or 6 times.. and enjoyed floating around. While were were showering he was near us.. and it seems strange to see his a couple of places..around us. Even stranger was why he had to go SO near the girls if he just wanna move forward.. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were those ah bengs there as well..They were STYLING their hair in the shiok pool..So funny! And they all had coloured hair..Brown..Red...Blonde..And scare thing is that.. their in a BIG group. One turned around and look at us and said, "Hey baby," The other guy came over and smacked his head, "eh, you horny ar!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, we washed up and left Wild Wild Wet. It was fun..but we got bored of most of the games..We did everything there..we maybe except for the plunge down slide. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we got a little CAM-WHORE and started taking shots of everything and anything..Even in the MRT...and the people were like..LOOKING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/1600/02112006096.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/320/02112006096.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did Manicure at this shop called SCRATCH. At downtown east. it's pretty cheap, for students it's $9 for express manicure and adults at $10.  Service was pretty good,  considering an express manicure.  I did a french manicure with is additional $5. Total cost for french manicure: $14. Lynn's and jocelyn's fingers were not sutiable to do a french, as lynn's was too round and jocelyn's was too short...Heng i ask them cut square..wahaha. And the above shots were me and lynn holding onto the bars of the MRT. XD (Mine's the one below, and her's ontop. I LOVE LYNN'S NAILS OKAYE. So long and nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/1600/02112006093-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/320/02112006093-small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            Me, jocelyn and lynn's...NAILS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/1600/02112006094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/320/02112006094.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            Just mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/1600/sOt%3F%3Fngg-0299.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8189/517/320/sOt%3F%3Fngg-0299.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crazy shots at MRT. We did ALOT of shots..but just lazy to upload here la. =) That's all for now.. Hope to hang out with those mad girls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: REMINDER TO LEAVE UR NAILS LONG 2 WEEKS IN ADVANCE BEFORE WE GO DO MANICURE AGAIN. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jialing, out.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-116252030092143591?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116252030092143591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=116252030092143591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116252030092143591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116252030092143591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow-wow-wet.html' title='Wow wow wet'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-116018757933822486</id><published>2006-10-06T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T18:19:39.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haze</title><content type='html'>Beware people! The haze-o-meter just hit a HIGH 90% last night! So close your windows, and use the air-con if possible. Drink loads and loads of liquids as well. The fumes from the haze will make you groaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-116018757933822486?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/116018757933822486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=116018757933822486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116018757933822486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/116018757933822486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/haze.html' title='Haze'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115996294075799180</id><published>2006-10-04T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T03:55:57.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT SOUL AM I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Hunter Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/hunter-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are driven and ambitious - totally self motiviated to succeed&lt;br /&gt;Actively working to acheive what you want, you are skillful in many areas.&lt;br /&gt;You are a natural predator with strong instincts ... and more than a little demanding.&lt;br /&gt;You are creative, energetic, and an extremely powerful force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outdoors person, you like animals and relate to them better than people.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have an explosive personality, but also a good sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes see you as arrogant or a know it all.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a bit of a loner, though you hate to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Seeker Soul and Peacemaker Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div 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/20931999-115996294075799180?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115996294075799180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115996294075799180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115996294075799180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115996294075799180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-soul-am-i.html' title='WHAT SOUL AM I?'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115996209398452847</id><published>2006-10-04T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T03:41:40.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PURPLE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark Purple&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorpurpleareyouquiz/dark-purple.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To others, you seem a bit dark, mysterious, and moody.&lt;br /&gt;In truth, you are just a very unique person who doesn't care what others think.&lt;br /&gt;And you really enjoy your offbeat interests and friends.&lt;br /&gt;You've decided that life is about living for yourself - simple as that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div 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/20931999-115996209398452847?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115996209398452847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115996209398452847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115996209398452847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115996209398452847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/purple.html' title='PURPLE!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115996138041989169</id><published>2006-10-04T03:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T03:29:40.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen angel</title><content type='html'>She was alone, walking down the empty street. The only lights came from the dimming street lamps. She looked at her watch. The time read 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly she trugded on, street lamp, after street lamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, to her utter surprize, she found a strange looking boy on the pavement. She rushed over, and saw that he had one wing attached on his back. Slowly, she carried him and brought him back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he woke up, he told her what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was an angel sent from heaven on a mission. However, on his way back, he was robbed one of his wings by a gang of hooligians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl understood his story and asked him to stay till he was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours grew into days, and days grew into months. Soon, the girl was deep in love with the fallen angel. However, she knew that she could not be with him as they were worlds apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way for him to return to heaven was to get his other wing back. To do so, one must give up their dreams and hopes  for it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day before her birthday, she made up her mind. She was going to give up all her dreams, hopes, and aspirations for the love she had for the angel. She was going to live like a caged bird. Her life was going to be meaningless and uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt; The next day, the girl went up to the boy and presented him with his wing. To her surprize, he also had something for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened the box and found another wing. He had decided to give up his wing to stay on earth with her. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115996138041989169?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115996138041989169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115996138041989169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115996138041989169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115996138041989169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/fallen-angel.html' title='Fallen angel'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115996044284139685</id><published>2006-10-04T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T03:14:02.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang-over</title><content type='html'>Alrights. So i haven't been updating at all... well, not like anyone cared anyway. The only reason i blog is for myself to read anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115996044284139685?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115996044284139685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115996044284139685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115996044284139685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115996044284139685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/10/hang-over.html' title='Hang-over'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115546558658806577</id><published>2006-08-13T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T02:39:46.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A LOVE STORY- from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a boyfriend who grew up with me. His name is Jin. I  always thought of him as a friend until last year, when we went to a trip from a  club. I found that I fell in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that trip was over, I took  a step and confessed my love for him. And soon, we became a pair of lovers, but  we loved each other in different ways. I always concentrated on him only, but by  his side, there were so many other girls. To me, he was the only one, but to  him, maybe I was just another girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin,  do you want to go watch a movie?"  I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I can't"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Why? You need to study at home?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I felt disappointment grabbing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"No, I am going to meet a friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always like  that. He met girls in front of me, like it was nothing. To him, I was just a  girlfriend. The word "love" only came out from my mouth. Since I knew him, I had  never heard him say "I love you" before. To us, there weren't any anniversaries  at all. He didn't say anything from the first day and it continued till 100  days, 200days. Everyday, before we say goodbye, he would just hand me a doll,  everyday, without fail. I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Um, Jin,  I..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jin: "What? Don't drag, just say.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jin: "You, um, just take this doll and go  home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That was how he ignored my three words and handed me the  doll. Then he disappeared, like he was running away. The dolls I received from  him everyday, filled my room, one by one. There were many of them.&lt;br /&gt;Then one  day came, my 15th year old birthday. When I got up in the morning, I pictured a  party with him, and stranded myself in my room, waiting for his call. But,  llunch passed, dinner passed,  and soon the sky was dark,  he still didn't call.  It was already tiring to look at the phone anymore. Then around 2am in the  morning, he suddenly called me and woke me from my sleep. He told me to come out  of the house. Still, I felt joy and I ran out happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "Jin...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jin: "Here, take this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again, he handed me a little doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "Whats this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jin: "I didn't give it to you yesterday, so I am giving it to  you now. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going home now,  bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "Wait, wait! Do you know what today  is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jin: "Today? Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sad, I thought he would  remember my birthday. He turned around and walked away like nothing had  happen.Then I shouted. "Wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jin: "You have something to say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "Tell me, tell me you love me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jin: "What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "Tell me.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I put my pathetic self behind and clung on to him. But he  just said simple cold words and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin: "I don't want to say, that I love  someone so easily, if you are desperate to hear it, then find someone  else."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was what he said. Then he ran off. My legs felt numb, and I  collapsed to the ground. He didn't want to say it easily. How could he? I felt  that,. Maybe he is not the right guy for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After that day, I stranded myself at home crying, just  crying. He didn't call me, although I was waiting. He just continued handing me  a little doll every morning outside my house. That's how those dolls piled up in  my room, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;After a month, I got myself  together and went to school. But what made the pain resurface was that, I saw  him on a street, with another girl. He had a smile on his face, one that he  never showed me, as he touched the doll. I ran straight back home and looked at  the dolls in my room, and tears fell. "Why did he gave these to  me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those dolls are probably picked out by some other girls. In a  fit of anger, I threw the dolls around. Then suddenly, the phone rang. It was  him.&lt;br /&gt;He told me to come out to the bus stop outside my house. I tried to calm  myself down and walked to the bus stop. I kept reminding myself that I am going  to forget him, thats its going to end. Then he came into my sight, holding a big  doll.&lt;br /&gt;Jin: "Jo, I thought you were pissed, you really  came?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I couldn't help hating him, acting like nothing had happen  and joking around. Soon, he held out the doll as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "I don't need it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jin:" What? Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I grabbed the doll from his hands and threw it on the  road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "I don't need this doll, I don't need it anymore!! I  don't want to see a person like you again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I spitted out all the words that were inside me. But unlike  other days, his eyes very shaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin "I'm sorry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He apologized in a  tiny voice. He then walked over to the road to pick up the  doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: "You stupid! Why are you picking up the doll?! Just throw  it away!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he ignored me and just went to pick the doll. Then, HONKHONK,  with a loud honk, a big truck was heading towards him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jin! Move! Move  away!"I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But he didn't hear me, he squatted down and picked up the  doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Jin, move!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HONK~!! Boom!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That sound, so terrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thats how he went away from me. Thats how he went away  without even opening his eyes to say one word to me.&lt;br /&gt;After that day, I had to  go through everyday with guiltiness and the sadness of losing himâ€¦ And after  spending two months like a crazy person. I took out the dolls.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the  only gifts he left me since the day we started going out. I remembered the days  I spent with him and started to count the days, when we were in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One,  two, three...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That was how, I started to count the  dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Four hundred and eighty four, four hundred and eighty  five."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It all ended with 485 dolls. I then started to cry again,  with a doll in my arms. I hugged it tightly, then suddenly:&lt;br /&gt;"I love you~!,  I love you~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I dropped the dolls, shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I...lo..v..e...you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I picked up the dolls and pressed its stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love  you~!, I love you~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It can't be! I pressed all the dolls' stomach as it piled on  the side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I love you~!, I love you~!, I love  you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those words came out non-stop. " I love you" Why didn't I  realize that. That his heart was always by my side, protecting me. Why didn't I  realize that he love me this much,I took out the doll under the bed and pressed  it's stomach, that was the last doll, the one that fell on the road. It had his  blood stain on it. The voice came out, the on that I was missing so  much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jo? Do you know what today is? We'veve been loving each other for 486  days. Do you know what 486 is? I couldn't say I love you. Um, since I was too  shy. If you forgive me and take this doll, I will say that I love you, everyday,  till I die.. Jo.. I love you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears came flowing out of me. Why? Why?  I asked god, why do I only know about all this now? He can't be by my side, but  he loved me until his last minute.&lt;br /&gt;For that, and for that reason, to me, it  became courage, to live a beautiful life..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww. :) How touching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115546558658806577?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115546558658806577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115546558658806577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115546558658806577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115546558658806577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-story.html' title='Love story'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-115545589921856225</id><published>2006-08-12T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T02:32:30.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11</title><content type='html'>In a foul mood lately, hadn't been updating much.. in fact.. i hadn't updated AT ALL.  Oh weelll. I am stuck with nothing to do at the moment. Totally nothing. Nothing much interests me much nowadays anyway.  Bored of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG. Shoot me, call the 9-11.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115545589921856225?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115545589921856225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115545589921856225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115545589921856225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115545589921856225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/08/9-11.html' title='9-11'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115487065001832302</id><published>2006-08-06T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:55:28.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLAG DAY</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was flag day. We went to chinatown to ask for donations and it was rather successful? One kind soul actually donated $5 to my humble tin can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there were still many unkind people who would give you that 'look' when u ask them. Or some of them even walk aways as if you were invisible. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Sian ~ peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, before i do, please check out HOUGANG SECONDARY SCHOOL'S moblog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;http://www.hs3046.campusmoblog.com.sg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Create an account easily with your handphone number, and join our gropu to support us now! Hurry! We need all the support we can get from all Hougeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115487065001832302?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115487065001832302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115487065001832302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115487065001832302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115487065001832302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/08/flag-day.html' title='FLAG DAY'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115452604309073532</id><published>2006-08-02T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T05:40:43.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RE: 2/08/06</title><content type='html'>Today was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school today, we had over lunch as usual at Hougang Point. For no reason, Rui Jing got into a bad mood and stalked off even before we finished eating. Weird, whatever. Then the rest of us decided to sit under the void deck to chat. Jason and joel started fighting, (*rolls eyes) like guys always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason carried Joel and almost succeeded in putting a bin on his head. Then, Joel got angry and took a BRICK, those gray ones, not those red ones, and threatened Jason with it and along came a new injury for Jason. Shu Min was said to have everything i don't, eg. tissue, water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viola~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Joel dropped the brick and went into hiding as soon as he did so. Jason's hand started bleeding, due to the brick's rough surface. He chased Joel all the way around and a ringing laughter sounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out to find out what happened, and foudn to our surprize, Joel LYING FACED DOWN ON THE PATCH OF MUDDY GRASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were rocketing with laughter! It looked almost as if Joel had jumped from 5 storeys and landed in that exact position one would expect from having such a fall. He laid there for quite long, and all of a sudden, someone threw RICE. Cooked rice down. Fortuntely, it didn't land on Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he finally got up, he's face was stuck with mud and grass, and his shirt was a mess. Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to climb up to the highest level of the multi-storey car park later on, and did so tediously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we sat there and started chattign and fooling around. Jason jumped on Boon ping piggy-back style and Boon ping exclaimed loudly: "My pants dropping!" Me and Shu Min were laughing like crazy at the small band of blue. Lols. No idea why guys likes wear hipster style huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we settled down and started talking ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left soon after that. And that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115452604309073532?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115452604309073532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115452604309073532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115452604309073532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115452604309073532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/08/re-20806.html' title='RE: 2/08/06'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115408976045656951</id><published>2006-07-28T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T04:44:43.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KONOKUNIYA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello everyone! Went to Orchard/Far East Plaza today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the kinokuniya(sp?)  there today. It was so big that we  got lost and even made 2 rounds. i didn't even realise until Shu Min told me : "Didn't we just walked past that guy??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shu Min was rather grumpy today. She was moody all of a sudden. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought my very wanted TAROT cards there! It's rather expensive, but it's my reward for my results. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ICE LEMON TEE always seemed to hold surprizes for us! The whole stall was on a huge promotion sale for 3 days, and we were lucky to be there. Bought another top for just $5, and me and Shu Min shared the cost, (buy one get one free, one top for $10, so $10 divide 2=  $5!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also bought matching dices which we'll be falunting soon. Dirty cheap! Now they have dropped prices of earrings, keychains and alot of stuff to 6 for $2!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;6 ITEMS FOR 2 BUCKS LEH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, and Boon Ping and the rest actually came with us to Orchard but they went to catch a movie. Lols! They took a hell long of a time to find us, before realising they were in FAR EAT SHOPPING CENTRE! HEH. Wrong place, should have been FAR EAST PLAZA. No wonder they couldn't find any ICE LEMON TEE there. And it was so NOT ULU. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At Kino, 2 indonesian ladies asked me how to choose tarot cards. I was like.. huh? Lol. didn't know how to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then during the MRT ride home, Shu Min suddenly hugged us she closed we nearly kissed her. "Sorry" she said. Apologising for the grumpying behaviour earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Rui Jing suffered under her heelies, (we were all wearing heelies) and claimed that her soles felt like tearing apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a long way home cause i missed my stop, due to my dear, darling Rui Jing (note sarcasm) who told me that it will eventually reach my OTHER stop, but it DID NOT. Ah well, bygones are bygones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Hope Xiao Wei is feeling better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115408976045656951?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115408976045656951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115408976045656951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115408976045656951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115408976045656951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/07/konokuniya.html' title='KONOKUNIYA'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115399466549468571</id><published>2006-07-27T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T02:04:25.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;korean madness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/R4cQ3BoHFas"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/R4cQ3BoHFas" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I got an A1 for my math! Like... it's almost incredible. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So happy i could fly! Well, i do hope my otehr results are as good. Don't wanna suffer under my mummy's evil hand of torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Naomi got punished today for not bringing our H.E textbook. Ms Nadleen made us copy the whole DAMMMED chapter. =( Me and Naomi was frantically copying everything. Poor Naomi, she did everything herself while i managed to get some help. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to see Ms Nadleen and she asked if we had 'fun' i said no, and she let us off soon after. Naomi practically 'ran' home. No idea why she's so madden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to Hougang Point after that. Those fussy boys were hurring us to finish our MEEPOK faster. Poor Boon Ping lost his MP3 in school. I sense a very bad scolding coming his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We practically BEGGED Shu Min to come with us to no avail. She claims she was sick and didn't wanna go. Aiya, always like that. Well, no matter we went ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Joel and Boon Ping laughed like a sick cow when they watched the 'Korean Maddness' on YOUtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115399466549468571?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115399466549468571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115399466549468571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115399466549468571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115399466549468571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/07/korean-madness-yay-i-got-a1-for-my_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115390848676553347</id><published>2006-07-26T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T02:17:09.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Galore!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--START BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE--&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your Life: In 5 Steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.::The Basics::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;   Tan Jia Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Birthdate:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;   Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Birthplace location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;   Er...Thomsons Hospital if i am not wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Where you live now:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;   Singapore - Serangoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;How many siblings do you have?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;   Only one - thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Are you the oldest, in the middle, or youngest?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Youngest :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you wear glasses or contacts?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Glasses. Dont like sticking my finger into my eye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you look like your Mom or your Dad?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    No idea. Some say i look like mum and some say i   look like dad. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;How tall are you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Not at all. to be honest, 158cm. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Would you change your height if you could? If yes...taller or shorter?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    TALLER! DEFINITELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;What color is your hair?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Black or dark dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever dyed it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Nope. My hair is totally virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Put highlights in it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;What grade will you be going into?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Er... i like english?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Are you excited?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    HELL YEAH! For no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.::Step 2: Your Home::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;How long have you lived in the house you're living in?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    All my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you like it there?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Surely. Thats why its called HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you have a lot of trees by your house?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;   Yup. One tall one right outside my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;When you look out at your backyard, what do you see?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;   Whoops. No backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;How many floors/stories are in your house?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;   I live in a HDB la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;How many rooms are in your house?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    5 Room Flat. Without kitchen is 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you like your bedroom?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;   Yup. Cosy Corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Describe your room:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Er.. i painted it green? Has green and white curtains.. erm... study table, bed, book case, and the wall wrobe. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;What color is the carpet in your room?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Too lazy to own one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you have your own bathroom or do you have to share one?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Share. Whr got so luxurious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;How many bathrooms are in your house?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;What is across the hall from your room?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Erm...Computer tables at the side etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you have a TV or a computer in your room?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    I have a SMALL little tv the size of a COMPUTER screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.::Step 3: Your Job::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you even have a job?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Does being a student count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;What is it?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Student loh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;How long does it usually take you to get to work?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    HEH. Like 5 mins? My dad fetches me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you like your job?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    I have a love hate thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you like the people you work with?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Some. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you work inside or outside?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Inside? And outside for P.E sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you wish you could change your job?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;How long have you been working at this job?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    From kindergarden till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you have to wear a uniform or certain attire?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Uniform. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;If it rains, does it affect your job?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Not really. I work in an enclosed area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;How many hours do you usually work in a week?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    From morning 7.55pm to about 2pm in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you like how much you get paid or do you wish you got more?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    I have to pay to work for this job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Does your best friend work at the same job as you?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    YEA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Is your job a summer job or do you work all year?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    All year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;How would rate your job from 1-10 (with 10 being you love it):&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    6.5?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;.::Step 4: Your Hobbies/Activities/Favorites::.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;What's your favorite sport to play? to watch?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    I like badminton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you collect anything?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Erm, saga seeds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you prefer to watch TV or watch a movie?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;What's your favorite kind of music to listen to?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Mostly pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you ever been to a concert?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you have an iPod?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Nah. No CASH. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;What's your favorite thing to do on a rainy day?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Do some beading/ reading/computer stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Do you like to read?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    HELL YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;What's your favorite sports team?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Have you been to a professional sports game in the last 2 months?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Does our school's sports day count? &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;.::Step 5: Your Future::.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;What will you be doing 2 weeks from now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    The usual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;What about 2 months from now?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Be studying for the SAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;2 years?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;   Be taking my very important o levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;What will you be majoring in?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    No idea. Let nature take it's course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;What job are you hoping to get when you get out of college?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Havn't really wondered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;What age is a good age to get married at?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    28? Then you get conceive and bring up your children and watch them have children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Where would you like to go on your honeymoon?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    Some nice and beautiful place like Japan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;How many kids do you want? how many boys? how many girls?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    If possible, 1 girl and 1 boy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Where do you want to live when you're married?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    In singapore, surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;Where will you be spending your next birthday? How old will you be turning?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;     The next 30th of January. 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" align="right" valign="top"&gt;When's a good age to retire? What do you want to do once you're retired?:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;    52? I'll go keep loads of cats and look after strays. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;!--END BZOINK.COM SURVEY CODE--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115390848676553347?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115390848676553347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115390848676553347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115390848676553347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115390848676553347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/07/survey-galore.html' title='Survey Galore!!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115390391467755308</id><published>2006-07-26T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T00:51:54.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>26/07/06</title><content type='html'>Ok, as if to make up for yesterday, the papers today were much do-able compared to yesterday's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i know, i don't really check my  paper. And when i found out, it was too late:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;CME PAPER QUESTION ONE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;QUESTION: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;What should you do if you see a unknown parcel in the MRT station? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;MY ANS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pretend you didn't see it and walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i realised what i did i almost wanted to stab myself with a pencil. BUT, too late to change, Ms low was just behind my back. Hias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all laughing at Ms low today, she seems rather...awkward?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, she distributed us the science papers BACK to us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Naomi had to wait for like, 5-10 mins just to get her message through to his Ms Low that her paper has some printing errors. Took Ms Low long enough to realise it though. Then she finally gave Naomi a new one. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's with the weather lately? Everyone's getting sick due to the everchanging weather. One moment hot, then cold, then when it's hot, it's hell hot. When it's cold, it's artic. Shu Min's down with flu, and i feel as if some one rubbed sand paper on my throat. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason told me what he said to his mum yesterday while helping her burn those hell notes for the 7th month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: 'All these burn for who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEH!  Imagine his mother's look when he said that. Hilarious. Must be something between a cross of whether to kill him or not to.   xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, shoot me, gtg now. Cya~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115390391467755308?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115390391467755308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115390391467755308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115390391467755308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115390391467755308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/07/260706.html' title='26/07/06'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115381358403430319</id><published>2006-07-24T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:51:45.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revival Round</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, so maybe you've stuck at the post at Far East. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;before you&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; kill me&lt;/span&gt; with the tuna can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, thing is, i got bored of things easily. One moment i was  all frantic updating every single day, the next, i didn't even went online or even used the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;PTTT, bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i am gonna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; flunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; my math paper. I dumbly missed out 2 of the graph thingies that i am supposed to draw. Guess what? I am so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th month has arrived, and what's with all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;supernatural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; things? I mean it's ok to be extra careful then usual but...you don't need so ...well.. try asking your mum about the 7th month stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet they'll even have those auntie groups at the early, early in the morning, gossipping. Then they'll come home and tell you all sorts of weird stuff to scare you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother doesn't care about these, i think he doesn't believe they exist. We even had to BEG him to go to the temple every year. All he does is, snort his pig snout, and refuse to believe. Can't force him though. xS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found some interesting superstitions check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hair superstitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; (what? even hair have superstitions? Weird things human create huh?):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;To drop a comb while you are combing your hair is a sign of a coming             disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oh dear me. That must mean that i will have to encounter a 'disappointment' everyday? I always drop my comb. xS So maybe they'll have super grip combs in the future. But then again... i don't really have disappointment everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SAY: This myth is BUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- You shouldn't wash your hair before an exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...interesting... i wash my hair everyday, so i don't really know. Have anyone tried this? Who knows. But then, if you know the answers, i don't suppose washing the hair will mean washing away the answers? Prehaps. GOSH, i washed my hair yesterday taht explains my pooor peeformance at math today. xS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SAY: Don't really know. Anyone wanna beta test?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;-Choosing to cut your hair (or nails) on a particular day means the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut them on Monday, you cut them for health;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut them on Tuesday, you cut them for wealth;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut them on Wednesday, you cut them for news;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut them on Thursday, a new pair of shoes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut them on Friday, you cut them for sorrow;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut them on Saturday, see your true love tomorrow;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(imagine cutting them and seeing your mum the next morning. xD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut them on Sunday, the devil will be with you all the week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. Interesting, I cut my nails yesterday...so it's Monday... i cut them for health? I don't think so, i have a case of sore throat as of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SAY: You can try for all you want, but i feel that, it's BUSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal Supersitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog howling for no reason - unseen spirits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hmm... sounds like something you would have heard. They say animals, especially horses, dogs or cats have the ability to see ghostes. True or false?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SAY:I really can't say.. maybe you should look out when your dog starts barking for no reason. But consider facts:  maybe you forgot to feed it or just threw hot water at it. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A dog howling three times - A death has occurred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;OH? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't know as well, although it would be weird to COUNT the number of times a dog barks huh? And probably someone is dead in some part of the world at any one time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SAY: No idea too. Have fun exploring your dog. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;White horses - ill fortune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img39.photobucket.com/albums/v119/Moonish/WhiteHorse5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img39.photobucket.com/albums/v119/Moonish/WhiteHorse5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok. I always thought that white horses were beautiful! What about those unicorns?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ants- Earthly incarnation of faires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO WAY! &lt;/span&gt;That means that i have killed countless of faries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are tired,&lt;br /&gt;My hands are tied.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tommorrow~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Till then, CIAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115381358403430319?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115381358403430319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115381358403430319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115381358403430319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115381358403430319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/07/revival-round.html' title='Revival Round'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115228789544235108</id><published>2006-07-07T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T07:58:15.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAR EAST MANIAC</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! Had so much fun twisting our ankles  while walking at FAR EAST PLAZA after school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the girls as usual, went on a crazy spree at FAR EAST PLAZA! Me and Shu Min spent the most, and we had everything from shoes, belts, necklaces...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both me and Shu Min got a pair of KILLER heels! Well her's was heels, and mine we wedges. KILLER WEDGES. I guess i'll have to practice very very diligently before i try to walk in it on the outside world. And they're cheapppppPO! 2 Pairs of lovely shoes for $15. I also got myself a pearly necklace $3.333333... ( We divided it by 3 for $10 bucks) and 3 pairs of earrings for FRICKIN $2 at Ice Lemon Tee... Dirty cheap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought hair clips and stuff there, and saw a couple of weird people dressing weirdly! We even say some local veterans there. One of them was Steven? who was convincing people to get their eyebrows plucked by him. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also saw the host in the TAXI flagging show on TV. The guy ...forgot his name. With i think.. his girlfriend? We were just gossiping when he dissappeared suddenly! That all for today, will blog more tommorrow after watching the NDP PREVIEW! Wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Ciao Fer Now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115228789544235108?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115228789544235108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115228789544235108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115228789544235108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115228789544235108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/07/far-east-maniac.html' title='FAR EAST MANIAC'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115218521523775681</id><published>2006-07-06T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:53:51.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing nut!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Muse is Thalia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatmuseareyouquiz/thalia.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most like this playful muse of comedy.&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about laughter to you, and you're a natural comic.&lt;br /&gt;You make people laugh until their sides split.&lt;br /&gt;And you're always up for some play time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115218521523775681?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115218521523775681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115218521523775681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115218521523775681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115218521523775681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/07/laughing-nut.html' title='Laughing nut!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20931999.post-115218444870698479</id><published>2006-07-06T03:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:54:20.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotting away...</title><content type='html'>Haven't been posting much, my mum went to mongolia for a week and i am feeling pretty slack.&lt;br /&gt;                              xD&lt;br /&gt;No more naggings, whatsoever, for one whole week! Bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a wild thang with H.E today, had to make egg sandwiches and fruit salad. The guys were suppose to cut the fruits up into cubes and toss it into a salad. While the girls were suppose to deal with egg sandwiches. Nothing too tough, but it was kinda hectic especially ALL the cleaning and drying. Winson was so blur, he put SEEDS into the salad! I was laughing at how my salad had seeds in them. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, my egg salad ain't that great either. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went out with the girls and rotted away deciding where to go. We got stuck at various playgrounds and had some fun singing weird self-composed songs. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hanging out with the fun batch of nuts. Well mostly, it's just the three of us, (Shu min, Ruijing..) nevertheless, I LOVE  ALL MUA GIRLFRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Stop getting jealous you silly nut. THEY'RE GIRLS leh! Heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115218444870698479?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115218444870698479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115218444870698479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115218444870698479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115218444870698479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/07/rotting-away.html' title='Rotting away...'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115218396890249423</id><published>2006-07-06T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T03:06:08.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fierce Femme!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DEDEDE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Fierce Femme&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F4F4F4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howdaringareyouquiz/fierce-femme.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a wild side, and you aren't afraid to bring it out when the time is right.&lt;br /&gt;But you also know when to hang back and keep your "crazy chick" persona in check.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, some of your friends may be surprised to find out how far you can take it...&lt;br /&gt;You may look mild mannered, but it's all an act!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ASK the girls. This one is actually true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115218396890249423?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115218396890249423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115218396890249423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115218396890249423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115218396890249423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/07/fierce-femme.html' title='Fierce Femme!'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115218370156061714</id><published>2006-07-06T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T03:01:57.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic or realistic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Romantic Realist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouaromanticorrealisticquiz/romantic-realist.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you fall in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;You know that love isn't like a greeting card...&lt;br /&gt;Yet you can always find a greeting card to describe your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;Girly yet independent, dreamy yet serious.&lt;br /&gt;Almost any guy can find balance with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div 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/20931999-115218370156061714?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115218370156061714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115218370156061714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115218370156061714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115218370156061714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/07/romantic-or-realistic.html' title='Romantic or realistic?'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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-20931999.post-115103145057493433</id><published>2006-06-22T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T18:57:30.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BADminton</title><content type='html'>Went Badminton with the old gang yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played continuously for about, 4-5 hours. Had loads of fun, laughing,  and fooling around, and finally stretched our muscles throughout the whole holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumping about high and low, trying to catch the shuttlecork, was pretty fun, and poor chin kiang got smack by me with the raquet accidently, and also broke his slipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waha. I learnt not to wear slippers with sporting due to the ESCAPE theme park incident..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, all my joints are ACHING like hell, but it was worth it i guess...pure fun, and i get to lose some weight!  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20931999-115103145057493433?l=cough-fessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/feeds/115103145057493433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20931999&amp;postID=115103145057493433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115103145057493433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20931999/posts/default/115103145057493433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cough-fessions.blogspot.com/2006/06/badminton.html' title='BADminton'/><author><name>Kaira</name><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></feed>
