<?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-10066138</id><updated>2011-08-09T13:12:35.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>193</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-115065246484053014</id><published>2006-06-19T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:41:04.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've decided to change my blog address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOVED TO &lt;a href="http://theheartsweputinplace.blogspot.com"&gt;http://theheartsweputinplace.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S. its not the protected blog btw. i havent created tat yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-115065246484053014?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/115065246484053014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=115065246484053014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/115065246484053014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/115065246484053014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/06/ive-decided-to-change-my-blog-address.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-115055814502752691</id><published>2006-06-17T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T15:17:45.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#f88b8b;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 70% Boyish and 30% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&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.blogger.com/&lt;a%20href="&gt;How'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?! 70% boyish?! *grunts. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Wear an Orange Bikini&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcolorbikinishouldyouwearquiz/orange-bikini.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're the kind of girl who usually likes to leave more to the imagination... a bikini isn't really your style.However, once in a whlie you find a bikini so unique and stylish that you just have to wear it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Color Bikini Should You Wear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tis is so true. i really do haf a hot orange bikini. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 45% Bitchy&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/bitchy-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Generally, you're an average woman, with average moods. But sometimes... well, watch out!Sometimes, you let your mean side get the better of you. And you enjoy every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Bitchy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i failed as a bitch. so, yeah. i'm not a bitch. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Spicy Score: Medium&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howspicyareyouquiz/medium.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are hot enough to make a lasting impression, but you strike a balance.You know when you're being too fiery, and you also know when to bump up the temperature.Naughty and clever. Sexy yet down to earth. You know how to work both sides of your personality.Men find you hot yet approachable - the perfect combination!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Spicy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Fun Girl!&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouapartygirlquiz/fun-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are all about having fun - and you don't need to drink to have a good timeSure, you've thrown back more than a few every so oftenBut getting totally stupid and wasted is not your styleYou're the life of the party, by keeping everyone laughing and smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Party Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hey tai ma! told u i'm at e fun side, not e dark side. muahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're Part Diva&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouadivaquiz/part-diva.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You know that a girl's gotta work it to get her way in the world.And while you aren't about to throw a tantrum at every turn...You do amp up the drama when you know you need it.You mix charm, honesty, and kindness to get ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Diva?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffdab9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Normal Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe7d2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagoodgirlorabadgirlquiz/normal-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are 60% Good and 40% BadSure you've pulled some bad girl stunts in your past.But these days, you're (mostly) a good girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Good Girl or a Bad Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm a good girl. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Tiny Tease&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouateasequiz/tiny-tease.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You like to flirt and show off your body, but what confident woman doesn't.You enjoy male attention, and you're usually pretty good at not leading men on.However, there are times when you get carried away with your sexy behavior.It's okay to use your amazing flirting powers for good - but never for evil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Tease?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 38% Fake&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howfakeareyouquiz/fake-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The real you is something you embrace and don't mind enhancing.You know that a few beauty secrets aren't a big deal, as long as you look good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Fake Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Classic Halter Dress&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourpromstylequiz/halter-dress.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Classy and sexy, you know how to make a lasting impression without having an outrageous dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourpromstylequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Prom Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Style is Classy&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourdatefashionstylequiz/classy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've got class, and you know how to put together a guy catching outfitYou're more likely to shop at Bloomie's than bebeFor you style is looking like a million bucks...And you're always do with your fantastic yet feminine wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatefashionstylequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Date Fashion Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dream Engagement Ring Has a Heart Diamond!&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourdreamengagementringquiz/heart-diamond.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You wear your heart on your sleeve, so of course you should also wear it on your ring.A heart diamond is the perfect choice for highlighting your passionate disposition.Only a true romantic can get away with wearing this ring. Luckily, that's you.And only a true romantic can give you this ring, so make sure you find him...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatsyourdreamengagementringquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Dream Engagement Ring?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've Been Bit By the Shopping Bug!&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouashopaholicquiz/shopping-bug.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're constantly adding to your wardrobe - and it showsHowever, you can show some restraint. You love good deals.Your love of the clearance rack has paid off...You probably have only maxed out card or two, if at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Shopaholic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i dun haf credit cards btw. i'm trying to cut down on shopping already. see, i havent even gone shopping since e singapore sales now. =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Be an Unconventional Bride!&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbridewillyoubequiz/unconventional-bride.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're probably the type of girl who never considered getting married - until you met *him*You're not a big fan of white dresses, church weddings, or cheesy DJ'sThat's okay - you'll do it your way... whether that means a Vegas wedding or guys as bridesmenWhile you may not toss the bouquet (or have anyone to toss it to), it will still be the most romantic day of your life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Bride Will You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wats wif tat? LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Blanced Babe!&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/balanced-babe.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're direct and to the point, but never dramaticYou've got the confidence to speak your mind to anyoneBut you leave the theatrics to HollywoodLevel headed and emotionally stable, no wonder everyone loves you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouadramaqueenquiz/"&gt;Are You a Drama Queen?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men See You As: A Difficult Challenge&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouachallengequiz/difficult-challenge.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You must be an incredible hottie...Because it's the only way you can pull of the ice queen actYou're the type of woman that men love to chaseBut if you don't stop running, you'll never get caught!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Challenge?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOL tats wat guys always tell me. i'm hard to chase. unless i like u, u'll nv get me. =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Confident Chica&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouconfidentquiz/confident-chica.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a total superstar - and you know itEven if no one else does (in which case you'll remind them)You hate to admit that you're wrong... even to yourselfYour life is great - and you've thankful for every great thing you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/areyouconfidentquiz/"&gt;Are You Confident?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howdaringareyouquiz/fierce-femme.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a wild side, and you aren't afraid to bring it out when the time is right.But you also know when to hang back and keep your "crazy chick" persona in check.In fact, some of your friends may be surprised to find out how far you can take it...You may look mild mannered, but it's all an act!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Daring Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Scent is Lemon&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatscentareyouquiz/lemon.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vivacious, tangy, and livelyYou are one gigantic ball of energy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Scent Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;told ya i'm hyper. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#a67c51;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are White Chocolate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c69c6d"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofchocolateareyouquiz/white-chocolate.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a strong feminine side with a good bit of innocence thrown in.Whether your girlish ways are an act or not, men like to take care of you.You are an understated beauty, and your power is often underestimated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Chocolate Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men See You As Understated&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howdomenseeyouquiz/see-understated.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are an intreguing mix of girl and woman.You're feminine, quiet, and a total mystery to most men.Yet they often feel the urge to protect you, even if they don't know you.You *are* a flirt, but you usually only flirt with those you know well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Do Men See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Downtown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouuptownordowntownquiz/downtown.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a funky spirit that requires freedom to live.Your city girl persona needs adventure, diversity, and great pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Uptown or Downtown?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#96d6c5;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Tulip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c5efe4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatflowerareyouquiz/tulip.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a wild, experimental side that craves change.You often switch jobs and men, always looking for something better.But deep down, you're also very well grounded and content.And you will come to know that the life you live is already ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Flower Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wat? i dun always switch guys la ok. tsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Fashion Style is Trendy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/yourfashionstylequiz/trendy.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You love fashion and live to shopAnd keeping up with the lastet trends is what you love bestYou know what's in, out, about to be in, and about to be outYou love to dress your friends and would make a killer celebrity stylist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/yourfashionstylequiz/"&gt;What's" Your Fashion Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-115055814502752691?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/115055814502752691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=115055814502752691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/115055814502752691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/115055814502752691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-are-70-boyish-and-30-girlishyou.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-115055464893310297</id><published>2006-06-17T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:08:11.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i juz broke my records. 3 posts in a single day. amazing.&lt;br /&gt;tis is e result of sheer bordom. i kept posting and posting and posting.&lt;br /&gt;i think tis can make up for e days i didnt post. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THIS WHOLE CHUNK IS NOT FOR UR EYES. SO I DELETED IT. ENOUGH SAID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;orchard hotel was wonderful. the fondue was delicious! i cant stop eating.&lt;br /&gt;i guess e fondue was e best part of e dinner today.&lt;br /&gt;all my aunts looked at me and named me as e party girl. den they asked if i'm going clubbing tonite. =X&lt;br /&gt;i juz looked a little havoc tonite, but tat doesnt mean i'm going clubbing. chey.&lt;br /&gt;though. i do admit i kinda miss dancing. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since world cup started i feel tat i'm being abandoned. by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;even e overnite stay at east coast was cancelled coz everyone wanna watch e soccer match.&lt;br /&gt;den my dad and bro were too busy watching soccer to bother abt me. tis applies to my bf as well.&lt;br /&gt;he's busy watching soccer as i'm typing tis now. u get my point?&lt;br /&gt;i'm lonely. again.&lt;br /&gt;my bro juz told me to get use to being a loner. which i really cant.&lt;br /&gt;the thing i hate most is being alone.&lt;br /&gt;true, sometimes being alone can really let u think clearer. but tats not my point.&lt;br /&gt;my point is, i'm born a noisy person. and noisy ppl cannot be alone! who the hell am i gonna talk to if i'm alone?&lt;br /&gt;being alone juz sucks.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, wats so nice abt soccer anyw?&lt;br /&gt;u stare at e screen wif 20 over guys running abt at e same green area and sweating like shit chasing after 1 ball.&lt;br /&gt;soccer is fun to play. (without e rules. wat r offsides btw? i still dun get it after all e explanations from my bro.) but not fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;maybe bball matches will be nicer to watch. if the players all look like those in MVP qing ren. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wedding dinner at sentosa shangri la's tml.&lt;br /&gt;my dream wedding hotel. shangri la. but e orchard one though. not e sentosa one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;kinda miss my bf already. sighs. when can i meet him again? =(&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-115055464893310297?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/115055464893310297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=115055464893310297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/115055464893310297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/115055464893310297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-i-juz-broke-my-records.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-115054035576731485</id><published>2006-06-17T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T18:32:35.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a saturday. and i slept half e day away. =X&lt;br /&gt;going for dinner at orchard hotel afterwards. which is, soon, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been rotting and thinking abt stuffs juz now.&lt;br /&gt;laikuan and her special ability to tell ur fortune.&lt;br /&gt;i think it was like 1 or 2 yrs ago. i think it was 2 yrs ago when she told my fortune.&lt;br /&gt;her predictions r kinda accurate for ur information, since her mum is e fortune teller. =X&lt;br /&gt;it was abt my love life. she told me there will be 3 guys chasing me. true enough, there were.&lt;br /&gt;one is a good guy, but i can nv haf. one is a fei wu. and e other one is a rich guy.&lt;br /&gt;kinda accurate actually. i didnt really believer her at tat time and juz laughed it off coz there were no guys chasing me at tat point of time.&lt;br /&gt;but den when 3 guys actually came chasing me, i started to believe her.&lt;br /&gt;i remember i use to think who e fei wu was. but den, i guess i ended up falling most deeply and getting hurt most deeply by e fei wu.&lt;br /&gt;it took me so long to get over him. and i guess ppl were rite in saying the best way to get over a relationship is to find a better guy. which turned out to be super rite coz my CURRENT bf juz came along. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;and the good guy whom i can nv haf, i guess i figured out who he was. chased me for abt half a yr, by which i cruelly rejected several times coz e feelings juz wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;and e rich guy, well, he wasnt tat rich afertrall, but he's someone who's willing to spend money on e person he love. guess he came by at e wrong time, and the chemistry juz wasnt there, so, we ended up being frenz. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;there wasnt any special reason for tis post, coz i'm currently blissfully and happily attached to my darling.&lt;br /&gt;juz. suddenly realise lk was quite accurate afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone once told me i was v cruel to juz get over a past relationship in juz one day.&lt;br /&gt;it was one relationship which was totally wrong. everything was wrong. and surprisingly, i regretted starting tat relationship.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know wat came over me when i accepted him in e first place.&lt;br /&gt;of coz i was terribly upset over it. but den i took like a whole nite to think over it and den came to a conclusion tat tis relationship was a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;and tata! got over it.&lt;br /&gt;if u ever had a relationship tat was a mistake from e start, i bet u can oso get over it in juz a day. tat is, if u dun let emotions crawl all over u.&lt;br /&gt;of coz, i am not some hard-hearted girl who always get over relationships in juz a day.&lt;br /&gt;the rest i think i took like several mths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like every other girls, i had crushes too. but i think i really forgot who they were and how they looked like already.&lt;br /&gt;coz. crushes r unimportant. =D&lt;br /&gt;but i think my longest crush was abt 2 yrs. i was young and silly den.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;i think my dad juz came back.&lt;br /&gt;so. i gotta go! byeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-115054035576731485?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/115054035576731485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=115054035576731485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/115054035576731485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/115054035576731485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-115047554585034121</id><published>2006-06-17T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T00:32:25.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. weijie juz wrote me a lame testimonial in friendster. which, i find it kinda funny actually. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;today was kinda tiring. watched she's e man wif bf in e evening. den had cartel at ps.&lt;br /&gt;den we cold shouldered each other all e way to je coz of a very stupid thing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it now, it was rather silly. =X&lt;br /&gt;and i juz came to realise cold shouldering each other was rather tiring.&lt;br /&gt;imagine. standing in e train without having anyone to talk to even though u know ur beloved is standing rite behind u.&lt;br /&gt;it was so boring i nearly fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;and u know, cold shouldering means ignoring the person.&lt;br /&gt;den u haf to force urself not to look at him coz u convinced urself u're having a cold shoulder. so u always haf to remember not to turn behind and look.&lt;br /&gt;it was tiring to try to remember since i'm already used to turning and hugging.&lt;br /&gt;arghz. it was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;and it was even more tiring when u're wearing some boots which was seriously giving u blisters at ur feet.&lt;br /&gt;u so badly wan someone to lean on, but u remember u're having a cold shoulder, so u juz haf to bear wif e pain.&lt;br /&gt;ah. it was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;wat a tiring day. i shall go and slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. the cold shoulder is over anyw. but i'm still tired. cold shouldering is tiring. =X wat a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-115047554585034121?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/115047554585034121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=115047554585034121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/115047554585034121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/115047554585034121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-115043563422867158</id><published>2006-06-16T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T13:27:14.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M BACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a long wk ah. i had so much activities tat i was so exhausted by e time i came back home for my long awaited slp!&lt;br /&gt;BLISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den had bbq wif sec sch frenz  ytd.&lt;br /&gt;met up wif vl and lk at some coffeeshop near lakeside.&lt;br /&gt;took e train to bedok. AND. alvin, weixiang and peiyi still waiting for shuttle bus there!&lt;br /&gt;we left them there to wait for weijie while we proceed to parkway parade to buy stuffs which were not bought earlier for e bbq.&lt;br /&gt;and we cabbed to east coast.&lt;br /&gt;the guys were already starting fire there le.&lt;br /&gt;rotted awhile den we started bbqing r food.&lt;br /&gt;there were alot of chicken wings and oh-so-few prawns. and tat stupid peiyi keep putting my prawn at e last priority. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;love the satays. and e mashmellows.&lt;br /&gt;we bought e one wif e chocolate filling coz we thot it would be nice if e chocolate melts in there.&lt;br /&gt;den when u bite on e mashmellow the chocolate will flow out. HEAVENLY.&lt;br /&gt;but alas, things doesnt always turn out e way we wan them to. LOL&lt;br /&gt;we had trouble melting to chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had all these dirty talks abt condoms and human doing wif animals.&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny. i wonder why our topics r all dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;we left e pit at ard 11? den went bugis to fetch vl.&lt;br /&gt;we were so noisy in e train e guys pretended they didnt know us.&lt;br /&gt;it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;and alvin was so nice to send me home even though he had to go bl's hse for soccer. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;and, to deliver taige's 'western food'. which was actually the leftover bbq chickens. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den went home and watch soccer wif my bro and dad til 2 o clock.&lt;br /&gt;after whicg had tis silly debating session wif bf til 3.&lt;br /&gt;after tat was SLEEP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-115043563422867158?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/115043563422867158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=115043563422867158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/115043563422867158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/115043563422867158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back-it-was-long-wk-ah.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-115001556001988236</id><published>2006-06-11T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T16:46:00.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think today should be one of e free-est sundays. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 12plus and rotted in e kitchen yakking wif mummy til now. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;i wun be posting anymore posts til maybe 14th. or maybe til 16th.&lt;br /&gt;coz i'll be rather busy. =D&lt;br /&gt;trying to do a protected post tis morning but realised blogspot doesnt support tis kind of privacy unless i unload tis blog onto my own server, which unfortunately, i dun own any. =X&lt;br /&gt;so i've decided not to put up tat post afterall, coz... it really does need protection la. not everyone can read. hees.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll juz find somewhere else or some other methods. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;went town wif darling, vl and lk ytd.&lt;br /&gt;supposed to book bbq at east coast, but realised in time tat can book at AXS machine?&lt;br /&gt;so walked to ps instead.&lt;br /&gt;den my boots was giving me blisters ytd, so i was literally LAMING there.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA. it was so funny to admit tat i was a LAMER.&lt;br /&gt;so crappy. lk and her AG fren went to tis coffeeshop to watch soccer, which was kinda like ah pehs. LOL&lt;br /&gt;so i've decided to forbid my bf to watch soccer at coffeeshops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW back to e point. lk and her AG fren was at e coffeeshop, and i was sitting there wif them too, and bf was shitting in some toilet.&lt;br /&gt;AND. ppl were smoking and smoking and smoking like nobody's business!&lt;br /&gt;there was tis table of malays in front of our table. and every single one was smoking. still got dunno wat flavour one. but it still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and there was tis couple seated at e table beside ours. and the bf was smoking.&lt;br /&gt;and den there was tis bunch of ah bengs 2 tables in front of ours, and they were smoking too!&lt;br /&gt;so annoying. i cant breathe la. so i decided to go home. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait for tml. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-115001556001988236?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/115001556001988236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=115001556001988236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/115001556001988236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/115001556001988236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-think-today-should-be-one-of-e-free.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114990977163448547</id><published>2006-06-10T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:22:51.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd was really a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;dun really feel like going into much details, but, i can say huayi's organizing was terrible ytd.&lt;br /&gt;i was so pissed. =X&lt;br /&gt;it was a good thing i mangaed to drag my bf out to acc me eat dinner before i faint in sch.&lt;br /&gt;vl and ch tagged along. =D&lt;br /&gt;had a long long long chat at e coffeeshop til i had to rush home due to a going-to-burst bladder. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;bought myself a pair of boots coz it looked so tempting in e shop.&lt;br /&gt;i had to get it. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rotted at jp for a few hrs before meeting up wif munyeng.&lt;br /&gt;den ppl kept staring at me.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why ppl kept staring at me la. so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;there was tis guy at je who kept looking at me while i was siting down. den i felt so uncomfortable i went up to e platform.&lt;br /&gt;den another guy kept staring at me from e escalator! he kept turning back to look at me!&lt;br /&gt;WTH?!&lt;br /&gt;i thot there was smth on my face or smth wrong wif my hair, so i took out a mirror to check. for ur information, yes, i do bring a mirror ard. =D&lt;br /&gt;AND. there is nth wrong wif my face or hair!&lt;br /&gt;annoying ppl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so later meeting vl and lk to go book chalet.&lt;br /&gt;haha! chalet's on 15th and 16th.&lt;br /&gt;and my trip's 12th 13th 14th.&lt;br /&gt;so tat means i wun be free e whole of next wk. LOL&lt;br /&gt;i'm a busy person. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;at least being busy is better than being some no life freak who stays home all day to STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;oh the horror! wat a freak. no life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114990977163448547?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114990977163448547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114990977163448547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114990977163448547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114990977163448547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/06/ytd-was-really-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114974713746026255</id><published>2006-06-08T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T14:14:58.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;___* myownlittlefairyland [[= i l u =]] `+ unpredictable like the weather. ]] *___ says:&lt;br /&gt;and where's my testionial btw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god plz bless this impt person of mine with everything u've got. says:&lt;br /&gt;-----------------.-----------------&lt;br /&gt;i in sch&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;___* myownlittlefairyland [[= i l u =]] `+ unpredictable like the weather. ]] *___ says:&lt;br /&gt;tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;god plz bless this impt person of mine with everything u've got. says:&lt;br /&gt;okok i go write now&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tis is how i forced tai ma to write me a testimonial. -_______-"&lt;br /&gt;and in e end, she wrote THIS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=2922100"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WenLinG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; 7/6/2006&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...THIS GER KEEPS ON PESTERING ME TO WRITE HER A TESTIMONIAL SO HERE I AM WRITTING A TESTIMONIAL TO HER..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HEY GER.. U ARE FOUND GUILTY FOR ILLEGALLY ASKING AND FORCING PEOPLE TO WRITE TESTIMONIALS FOR U! U WILL BE JAILED FOR 10 YRS STARTING FROM NOW!! I MEAN NOWW!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha good testi har.. take care =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. i'm impressed. -_________-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114974713746026255?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114974713746026255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114974713746026255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114974713746026255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114974713746026255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/06/myownlittlefairyland-i-l-u.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114973954472231095</id><published>2006-06-08T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T12:05:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today's my bro's bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. HAPPY 16TH JASON! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. seriously, some ppl r juz terribly inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;these ppl really gets on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;ytd i went kbox wif my bf, after yummy dinner at marche of coz!&lt;br /&gt;we were enjoying singing until suddenly we heard some v loud techno songs from e next room.&lt;br /&gt;i swear it was v loud. so loud i think we cant hear our own songs.&lt;br /&gt;so irritating. it totally wrecked our mood la.&lt;br /&gt;those bunch of losers. i hope they dun get any gfs!&lt;br /&gt;who would wan losers like them anyw? they might juz blast their gf's ears off wif e stupid techno. arghz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;my mum finally painted my room. and so now it kinda stinks.&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine how i mange to slp in my room ytd nite? LOL&lt;br /&gt;ok la. i guess i was too tired ytd nite to bother abt e small of e paint.&lt;br /&gt;got home ard 1 plus. den bathed. think i slept ard 2.&lt;br /&gt;i was exhausted. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz heard e sound of e rain.&lt;br /&gt;so annoying. i hate rains! isnt it suppose to be summer in june?&lt;br /&gt;why is it raining everyday now?&lt;br /&gt;is there like a change in weather already and no one bothers to tell me, so i keep assuming its e sunny season, when actually its e rainy season? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;so surprise me more, cant u? SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a good thing i'm not going out anywhere soon today.&lt;br /&gt;probably i can juz pray tat it stops raining in e evening.&lt;br /&gt;i did mention its my bro's bday today, didnt i?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. so we're going to amara hotel for buffet in e evening. wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be boring in e afternoon i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably be spending my afternoon rotting in front of e tv again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its e singapore sales and i havent even had e time to go shopping!&lt;br /&gt;*grumbles and grumbles and grumbles more.&lt;br /&gt;where haf all my shopping khakis gone la? =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114973954472231095?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114973954472231095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114973954472231095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114973954472231095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114973954472231095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/06/todays-my-bros-bday.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114965605682065802</id><published>2006-06-07T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T12:57:22.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/17pinkmushrooms/162178281/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/320/2.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/17pinkmushrooms/162178284/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/17pinkmushrooms/162178286/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/17pinkmushrooms/162178287/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/17pinkmushrooms/162178282/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pretty, isnt it? =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;nowadays ppl keep putting me aeroplane. so sick of life. i'm bored to death. =X&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114965605682065802?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114965605682065802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114965605682065802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114965605682065802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114965605682065802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-pretty-isnt-it-dnowadays-ppl-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114957259905761578</id><published>2006-06-06T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T13:51:13.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i havent been blogging for quite some days already.&lt;br /&gt;laziness got e better of me i suppose. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;went back to sch for my communications test tis morning.&lt;br /&gt;e test was ok. write down minutes and agenda for a meeting.&lt;br /&gt;den had a mini role play which was actually like chairing a meeting to discuss abt e littering issues in sch.&lt;br /&gt;tat was kinda ok oso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch wif freddie at fc3 after e test.&lt;br /&gt;after which it pours heavily. the whole sch was literally flooded.&lt;br /&gt;tis is e 2nd time e sch got flooded. though it was not as serious as e first time it flooded la.&lt;br /&gt;proceeded home. its lucky e rain got smaller when i reach home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. i got my photos already.&lt;br /&gt;so if u ppl wanna take a look maybe u guys can msn me and if i'm in a good mood and wanna let u see e pics, i can send it to u.&lt;br /&gt;but if u're juz gonna be mean and laugh at it, u can forget abt asking from me.&lt;br /&gt;anyw, i kinda like e wedding shoots. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was suppose to meet up my fellow gfs for dinner at secret garden tis evening.&lt;br /&gt;but as usual, things cock up and qx and lk decided to watch movie at nite instead.&lt;br /&gt;yarh, and didnt even bother to inform me and tai ma.&lt;br /&gt;how wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;ok nvm. =X things nv did turn out e way i wan them to anyw.&lt;br /&gt;so r u ppl even serious abt meeting and dining out anot?&lt;br /&gt;so maybe if one day u ever get serious den tell me ok?&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually kinda pissed. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. saturday.&lt;br /&gt;went to watch x men 3 again wif my bf. and laughed over e guys who had breasts. and how wolverine killed jean grey.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i was e only one laughing when he killed her.&lt;br /&gt;i think my bf was embarrassed. =X&lt;br /&gt;den slumbered over at his place for e nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent e whole sunday at his place watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;and napping for a while in e afternoon coz there was seriously nth to do.&lt;br /&gt;den had dinner at pizza hut.&lt;br /&gt;after which was a long story which we ended up rushing here and there.&lt;br /&gt;i'm too lazy to go into details anyw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collected my photos on monday.&lt;br /&gt;den met up wif my bf at city hall station.&lt;br /&gt;den sent him back to camp.&lt;br /&gt;TATA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan go watch liu xing hua yuan already. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114957259905761578?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114957259905761578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114957259905761578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114957259905761578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114957259905761578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-havent-been-blogging-for-quite-some.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114926124966291087</id><published>2006-06-02T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:14:09.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ITS FINALLY FRIDAY! YES!&lt;br /&gt;lol. tis silly slogan vl came up wif at qx's bday party. but its kinda fun to use it anyw.&lt;br /&gt;maybe we shall copyrite it and use it for c&amp;p slogan every fri. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;woke up tis morning practically freezing!&lt;br /&gt;the air con was so cold and it was raining outside, plus, it was 6am in e morning.&lt;br /&gt;had a warm shower but i was still cold. so i practically wore my sweater to sch e whole day.&lt;br /&gt;not e whole day catually, coz class ends at 10.&lt;br /&gt;came back and rotted in front of e tv wif jason, watching cartoons, den later watch liu xing hua yuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally scanned e neoprints! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;sent it to u guys already. via email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slept e whole afternoon til ard 6 plus i guess.&lt;br /&gt;had dinner, den watched x men 1 on tv. followed by the swimsuit model search!&lt;br /&gt;wheee! i love tat show!&lt;br /&gt;i love shows which feature models and sexy beautiful girls.&lt;br /&gt;i'm definitely not lesbian. but i enjoy looking at pretty things. who doesnt, anyw? =D&lt;br /&gt;but my bf still thinks i'm lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;he's probably a girl in disguise den, tats why i would fall for him in e first place since he suspects i'm lesbian. LOL&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm juz kidding. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun understand how come i can still get so sleepy now even though i've slept for some time in e afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;tis is so strange. but i dun caree.&lt;br /&gt;much more impt things to care abt now anyw.&lt;br /&gt;my internet connection.&lt;br /&gt;there's like smth wrong wif my connection can. its so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;everytime i wanna use e com i'll haf to pray tat it can be connected.&lt;br /&gt;so if u didnt see me online these few days and if haf impt discussion going on in msn, pls sms me abt e details ok?&lt;br /&gt;we MAZ get things settled asap! ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114926124966291087?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114926124966291087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114926124966291087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114926124966291087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114926124966291087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-finally-friday-yes-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114917693670438971</id><published>2006-06-01T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:48:56.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its almost 12 and i haf 8 o clock class tml. omg.&lt;br /&gt;i should quickly finish tis off and get to bed real soon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;if not i guess i'll haf a hard time getting up tml le. Zzz. i love my bed. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for maths lect tis morning. den had nw management tutorial til 12.&lt;br /&gt;met up wif munyeng and some huayians at e library and we watched mean girls together.&lt;br /&gt;didnt really finish e movie coz we were all rushing for time.&lt;br /&gt;den went wif munyeng to w5a to pack her stuffs, den went to fc5 to meet up wif vl and lk.&lt;br /&gt;rotted there for like 2 hrs? den acc munyeng go back to w5a for her briefing on e learning wk.&lt;br /&gt;den me, vl and lk proceeded to e bus stop to catch e bus to np.&lt;br /&gt;we had tis v yummy shepherd's pie, or watever u call tat. coz everytime i said shepherd's pie it reminds me of e shepherd dog. LOL&lt;br /&gt;sat down and had tis little talk, or rather some discussion. LOL&lt;br /&gt;think we spend a really long time there.&lt;br /&gt;den vl went back to her office to pack her stuffs, den we go meet qx and went bugis.&lt;br /&gt;went sunshine plaza and rotted at e anime shop for quite some time before having dinner at e wanton mee place somewhere in there.&lt;br /&gt;it was so crappy in there can. bcoz lk wasnt in e rite channel wif us, so lots of funny stuffs happened.&lt;br /&gt;we were laughing til we nearly had cramps in our stomach. LOL&lt;br /&gt;den walked back to bugis junction and , NEOPRINTS!&lt;br /&gt;took 2 machines. but in e end only 4 pics for each machine. haha!&lt;br /&gt;and i think i saw my bf's gan mei mei on e way back! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;there was tis guy who irritated lk so much tat she was cursing and swearing at him all e way.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt really paid attention to wat tat stupid guy was saying la.&lt;br /&gt;but according to lk, he was cursing at us for blocking e path.&lt;br /&gt;he was an idiot. can he like come in from another door instead and squeezing and cursing us?&lt;br /&gt;i cant imagine such an idiot exist in tis world anyw. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;its time to slp! wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;goodnite peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. TAI MA! pls point a gun at my head and force me to scan those neoprints! wahahaha! and write testi for me la. i'll write u one back. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114917693670438971?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114917693670438971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114917693670438971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114917693670438971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114917693670438971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-almost-12-and-i-haf-8-o-clock.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114908538693689482</id><published>2006-05-31T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:23:06.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;i haf no freedom for god's sake!&lt;br /&gt;my mum is like c0ntrolling my everything la can.&lt;br /&gt;she even has a say in wat i wanna wear!&lt;br /&gt;i'm 19 already! cant she like give me some freedom and stop treating me like a little girl?&lt;br /&gt;and she always like to give e same old stupid excuses parents ALWAYS tell their kids. "its for ur own good!"&lt;br /&gt;tis is so annoying! i'm 19 already. shouldnt she like stop telling me wat i should wear?&lt;br /&gt;she always tells me i should learn to be independant.&lt;br /&gt;yarh. like how? wif her controlling my every move? how am i suppose to be independant my dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always nv wanted to marry young coz i thot tat marriage will make me lose my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm beginning to think otherwise. as long as i dun haf a kid first, i wun lose much freedom.&lt;br /&gt;at least my bf dun control me like how my mum does now.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hate being controlled.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a robot. i haf my own thinkings. why maz ppl keep telling tat i should do tis, i should do tat against my will?&lt;br /&gt;it occured to me tat as long as i'm staying under e same roof as them, i'll haf to be their robot.&lt;br /&gt;i do agree tat watever a parent does, its for their child's own good. but deciding wat a 19 yr old should wear isnt wat i wan ok.&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously cannot stand her comparing me to my other brighter cousins. its annoying!&lt;br /&gt;so wat if i'm not as smart as them? as long as i'm street smart and wun get bullied is enough.&lt;br /&gt;arghz! i feel like a robot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;had presentation tis afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;did skits which was rather fun.&lt;br /&gt;den we're discussing abt which girl is e prettiest in our gems class.&lt;br /&gt;e guys thot some girl wif good figure in e formal outfit was pretty but us girls thot otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;we find another girl prettier. e guys haf no taste. =P&lt;br /&gt;so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go sim to try their food there la. but nobody wanna acc me there. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;tis is so expected. but i was juz asking anyw.&lt;br /&gt;so had some finger food at fc6 instead lor.&lt;br /&gt;i had a bad day. i'm falling to pieces everytime. its annoying why my life is always so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114908538693689482?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114908538693689482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114908538693689482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114908538693689482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114908538693689482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-feel-so-pathetic.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114898881972727458</id><published>2006-05-30T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T19:33:39.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was on mc today.&lt;br /&gt;had a splitting headache since last sat. on and off. it was terrible.&lt;br /&gt;i felt like i had a tumour in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;i felt horrible juz thinking abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched x men 3 wif alvin, tai ma, lk and her fren.&lt;br /&gt;its so strange she always had to bring a guy wif her at our every outing. a different guy everytime. =X&lt;br /&gt;anyw, x men 3 was so nice! =D&lt;br /&gt;u guys should go watch it too man!&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna watch it wif my bf again when he comes out.&lt;br /&gt;tat is, if he gets to come out at all tis wkend la. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes things can get pretty unpredictable. i dun like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;tat alvin had his calls diverted to my phone! LOL&lt;br /&gt;and tis whole morning there were ppl calling and asking for alvin. it was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my whole hse is in a mess now.&lt;br /&gt;juz had all our air cons fixed ytd.&lt;br /&gt;and now e whole hse is dusty and dirty and messy.&lt;br /&gt;e living room looks like a storeroom now.&lt;br /&gt;and my bro's room looks like its under renovation.&lt;br /&gt;my parents' room looks empty. LOL&lt;br /&gt;only my room and e kitchen looks better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hols next wk.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully there's ll be a chalet coming.&lt;br /&gt;i miss all e fun. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114898881972727458?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114898881972727458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114898881972727458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114898881972727458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114898881972727458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/was-on-mc-today.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114882984672437243</id><published>2006-05-28T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:26:50.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm like so addicted to sims nowadays tat i've been spending all my free time on it.&lt;br /&gt;created like so many families juz to make e neigbourhood more lively. heh.&lt;br /&gt;had my bf, me, the extras and e bitches family. and den there my bro's family which he created in my account too. and there's tis already there goth family when i moved in e neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;lively neighbourhood.&lt;br /&gt;and for ur infomation, here's 8 ppl in e extras family.&lt;br /&gt;a bit over crowded. but, who cares! as long as its lively! hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;juz sent my bf back to camp like hrs ago. and i already miss his presence.&lt;br /&gt;i've so much stuffs i wanna do la.&lt;br /&gt;sentosa for example. we've been planning on tat for centuries! we juz couldnt find e time coz NS juz sucks.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go kbox ytd but things got corked up and he's trapped in camp, leaving me alone playing sims. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's sch tml and i'm currently having tis throbbing headache.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its a sign tat i'm gonna die or smth. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;i've been having tis stupid headache on and off since ytd can. its so super annoying i feel like knocking myself out. =X&lt;br /&gt;so super feel like getting an mc but there's maths tml. so annoying!&lt;br /&gt;things juz get corked up. i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;e stupid maths is stressing me out la. dun even dare to get an mc even when i'm feeling unwell juz bcoz i'm afraid i cannot catch up.&lt;br /&gt;SO ANNOYING!&lt;br /&gt;i need external help la. maths is annoying. sch is annoying. my headache is annoying.&lt;br /&gt;i shall go get some slp already bcoz i'm afraid i'll really faint in front of e com.&lt;br /&gt;goodnite peeps. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114882984672437243?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114882984672437243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114882984672437243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114882984672437243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114882984672437243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-im-like-so-addicted-to-sims.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114874587874819571</id><published>2006-05-27T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:34:18.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/17pinkmushrooms/154213216/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/400/sims2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tat guy's benny.&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/17pinkmushrooms/154208715/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/400/mysim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my sim! tis is me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring saturday.&lt;br /&gt;and having a v difficult time wif my taskbar. if there's any nice soul ard, can u like help me wif it?&lt;br /&gt;terrible taskbar prob la. i'm so irritated by it.&lt;br /&gt;keep giving me probs! *growls.&lt;br /&gt;played sims e WHOLE day coz bf kena confinement.&lt;br /&gt;tis so sucks la. our plan to wreck havoc in kbox was twarted.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm stuck wif a v irritaing taskbar prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i so love my com man.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114874587874819571?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114874587874819571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114874587874819571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114874587874819571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114874587874819571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/tat-guys-benny.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114857313161679228</id><published>2006-05-25T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:05:31.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/17pinkmushrooms/153100890/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/320/P5250222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis is me wif my temporary new hairstyle after photoshoot and v plain looking face.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i prefer my straight looking hair wif fringe. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;ANYW. now my hair is back to normal. STRAIGHT! wheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW. its like happy 10th mth to me and tat blockhead who actually had e cheek to forget tis so v impt date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent e day photoshooting. for like 4 hrs ++, den met up wif vl and alvin for dinner at ps.&lt;br /&gt;photoshoot was fun. had like 3 different outfits and 3 different hairstyles. but was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i look damn mature! =X&lt;br /&gt;i seriously prefer my bubbly little girl look. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;had e wedding gown shoot. love e gown, but it was like a bit loose, so was a bit uncomfortable when taking e shoot though.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly feel like getting married after wearing e gown. *daydreams abt perfect wedding. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bf and i were like having a bit of communication probs these 2 days and its like upsetting both of us.&lt;br /&gt;i guess prob its e stress in NS plus e tone of e sms.&lt;br /&gt;coz u know, sms has no tone and e other party will sometimes misunderstand e tone.&lt;br /&gt;so, like wat my lect said, dun sms or email when u're angry. its only gonna make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;calm down and think before making any desicion.&lt;br /&gt;yarh rite. easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;but guess e storm has brew over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! slp time! nire peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114857313161679228?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114857313161679228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114857313161679228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114857313161679228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114857313161679228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/tis-is-me-wif-my-temporary-new.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114846557234276869</id><published>2006-05-24T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T18:23:05.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/17pinkmushrooms/152416551/"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/320/P5200220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm still wondering wat mad ehim so stun. anyw, to me, he's one of e cutest thing alive! *squeals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alvin was supposed to come over my place to teach me integration but smth unfortunate happened thus it was postponed.&lt;br /&gt;to me, not to him anyw.&lt;br /&gt;haf no wish to elaborate wat unfortunate stuffs happened.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i'm kinda sorry for all e thwarted plans tis evening.&lt;br /&gt;so much for saving my maths. haa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to haf presentation today. but it was postponed to next wk.&lt;br /&gt;not bcoz of my unfortunate stuffs of coz.&lt;br /&gt;but silently i was glad tat it was postponed coz i wouldnt haf had any mood to do presentation anyw.&lt;br /&gt;we were so naughty when we heard we didnt haf to present today tat we told e lect we need to do our project and asked to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;but we didnt do our project la. went to snack at fc6 instead.&lt;br /&gt;did tis nailart and clinic survey thingy there.&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! e cheese sausage is so nice la. its so cheesy. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still wondering whether to go watch movie wif my sec4 classmates tml since my bf wanna watch tat too. and i haf photoshooting tml i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents finally allow me to go genting wif qx they all.&lt;br /&gt;but. why is everyone not going already?&lt;br /&gt;so not steady one. make me happy for nth. CHEY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114846557234276869?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114846557234276869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114846557234276869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114846557234276869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114846557234276869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-still-wondering-wat-mad-ehim-so.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114839812094268898</id><published>2006-05-23T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:28:40.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life is getting complicating.&lt;br /&gt;i used to think tat only my dad's side of e family is complicating.&lt;br /&gt;now i'm beginning to suspect e same is gonna happen to my mum's side of e family.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, tis has nv crossed my life in my entire 19 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;everything has been so peaceful. til now.&lt;br /&gt;though its nth big, but suddenly it began to dawn upon me tat e surrounding i've been living in is a huge hoax!&lt;br /&gt;i may be exaggerating a bit here, but i dun like it when ppl quarrel.&lt;br /&gt;it irks me and i get v irritated by it, esp when e quarrel links to me.&lt;br /&gt;come on! get a life and stop bad-mouthing ppl can. its freaking annoying. esp when its not true at all. rolls eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wats it wif smart ppl who only knows how to study?&lt;br /&gt;hey. get a life u dude! life is not all abt studying.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hate it when ppl say things like 'oh i cant go out. i haf to study for an upcoming test next mth.'&lt;br /&gt;pls kindly go to hell ok? its like next mth u bloody ass!&lt;br /&gt;and i hate ppl who alwys assume they're smart enough to keep asking u some chimology science IQ quizzes den laugh at u when u dun understand some of e chimology science terms.&lt;br /&gt;fine. u may be smart. and i know u're smart. but damn u! stop showing off u bloody idiot!&lt;br /&gt;it gets on my nerves and maybe one day i'll juz smack u in e face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how abt ppl who simply cant understand simple english?&lt;br /&gt;like when i say 'activating my accounts is gonna waste my time and i'm in a rush, cant u lend me ur library card to borrow dvds first since urs is activated?'&lt;br /&gt;den she says 'i teach u how to actiavte ur account. give me ur admin card.'&lt;br /&gt;den i said 'can u help me borrow wif ur card first?'&lt;br /&gt;den she goes on wif e computer, typing, den say 'wats ur admin no.?'&lt;br /&gt;damn ass! cant u ppl like understand simple english? i dun wanna activate my account! i juz wan u to lend me ur card for a while!&lt;br /&gt;wat shit is tis man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how abt ppl who keep psychoing u abt how great jesus is?&lt;br /&gt;jesus may be great but i'm not a christian and i'm not interested to know. so pls stop ur chantings.&lt;br /&gt;its annoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is getting bad isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;thus i stopped talking to these ppl i mentioned above.&lt;br /&gt;we used to be v close, u know? but now i simply say hi and den ignored her.&lt;br /&gt;cant really be bothered wif smart asses wif no life.&lt;br /&gt;play now and enjoy life while u still can i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;u'll live to regret it if u only bother abt studying.&lt;br /&gt;its juz so no life. EEKS! i cant stand ppl wif no life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114839812094268898?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114839812094268898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114839812094268898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114839812094268898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114839812094268898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-life-is-getting-complicating.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114837240338485663</id><published>2006-05-23T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:20:03.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>frankly speaking, i think today is e tues i attended e most lessons.&lt;br /&gt;supposedly had a whole day lesson from 8 to 5. but i didnt go for e 3 to 5 lect. hey. at least i stayed til 3!&lt;br /&gt;for e past 5 wks i've been ponning tues.&lt;br /&gt;its either i attend e first 2 lessons, den pon e rest, or i attend e 2nd last lesson, and pon mornings.&lt;br /&gt;i'm proud of myself for only ponning e last lect today. *grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;sharon and i spend e 1 hr break watching movie in e library basement 1. or it is level 1?&lt;br /&gt;but didnt complete e show, coz we had to rush to lab. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gems presentation tml. i hate it. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched s'pore idol.&lt;br /&gt;and i cant help wondering wat on earth r these crazy ppl thinking?&lt;br /&gt;why r there so many crazy ppl in our country?&lt;br /&gt;oh man. they shld get a life! serious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114837240338485663?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114837240338485663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114837240338485663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114837240338485663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114837240338485663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/frankly-speaking-i-think-today-is-e.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114829489007090359</id><published>2006-05-22T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:50:36.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FOR THE GUYS OUT THERE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 WAYS TO BECOME A BETTER BF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;COMPLIMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tis always works. tell her she's pretty, her dress looks nice on her. tell her she has pretty eyes, pretty nose etc. NEVER critisize! nv tell her she's fat or ugly or anything negative.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT COMPLIMENT OTHER GIRLS IN FRONT OF HER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so wat if e girl is a really pretty girl? ur gf doesnt like u telling other girls she's pretty, damn u!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT COMPARE HER WIF OTHER PRETTIER GIRLS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;girls DUN LIKE IT! get it? so if u think she's prettier den go get her! if not juz keep ur damn mouth shut unless u wan a quarrel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT LIE. BUT DO NOT SAY HURTFUL TRUTH EITHER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;true. girls hate liars. but they hate it more when u critize her, even if u dun actually mean it. even if she've gone fatter, DO NOT tell her 'hey, i think u're fat.' den laugh and go on 'now u look like a pig!' den laugh somemore. u might haf said e same exact words to a guy and they would juz laugh it off. but to a girl, i think wat u'll get is a bucket of her tears, or maybe a cold shoulder, or worse, a slap. DO NOT STATE HER FLAWS. juz be smart and keep ur damn mouth shut, cant u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT KEEP PHOTOS OF UR EX-ES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it gives ur gf e feeling tat u havent got over them. burn them, tear them away, or at least dump them in e bin! even if she's juz merely a fren now. dispose them now, or ur gf leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;COAX HER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;give her a hug when she's upset even if u dun know how to coax her. or when she's mad, simply give her a peck on her cheek or take her hands and give it a gentle kiss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7) &lt;strong&gt;UNDERSTAND PMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;girls tend to haf tis weird emotional feeling once a mth. they'll cry or throw tantrums or get aggitated more easily. get used to it. it really does make girls feel like crap. they dun wan to feel tis way too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8) &lt;strong&gt;GIVE IN MORE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;give in to her during minor arguments. a girl always has e last say in an argument. anything a guy says after tat is e beginning of a new argument. u dun wan to keep quarrelling, do u?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT LET THERE BE SILENCE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;communication is e key! do not stop communicating! they mustnt be any awkward silent moments between e both of u. when u haf nth to say, at least hug her waist, put ur arms ard her shoulders or hold her hands or look her in e eyes and juz smile. do not let there be any distance in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10)&lt;strong&gt; DO NOT NEGLECT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;even if u're wif ur frenz, do not neglect her! do not let her feel left out. if she gets pissed, u're in hot soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tats it guys. 10 points for ya. i'm so excited. i wanna go play sims already. shall write more points e next time. or maybe e next time i'll change a topic already.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, doesnt matter! i'm off to play sims!&lt;br /&gt;TATA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114829489007090359?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114829489007090359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114829489007090359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114829489007090359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114829489007090359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-guys-out-there-10-ways-to-become.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114819113995373508</id><published>2006-05-21T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T13:58:59.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>da vinci code!&lt;br /&gt;watched it ytd at the cathay.&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i find e bk much more interesting. so, go get e bk ppl.&lt;br /&gt;e movie was a huge disappointment. at least tats wat i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna watch over the hedge tis evening.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it'll be better.&lt;br /&gt;'but i like tat cookie!' *grins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114819113995373508?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114819113995373508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114819113995373508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114819113995373508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114819113995373508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code-watched-it-ytd-at-cathay.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114805836147281974</id><published>2006-05-20T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:06:01.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its tml already. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;anyw. juz came back from qx's bday party.&lt;br /&gt;was okay. alot of ppl. excluding e relatives, i think our gang was e largest.&lt;br /&gt;probably coz i combined e c&amp;p peeps and e astro peeps together, since some of our c&amp;amp;p peeps were mixed in there too.&lt;br /&gt;met tis v gay looking guy, which obviously affected my appetite.&lt;br /&gt;he grossed me and vl out wif his constant gayness, which is, so gay!&lt;br /&gt;i call him e white guy, coz he was, at tat time, wearing a white tee.&lt;br /&gt;crapped alot wif vl and munyeng. my bestest frenz! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously think my stm is getting worse, coz i cant seem to recall our craps, which was like, approximately a few hrs ago only?&lt;br /&gt;remember munyeng and i were singing our banana slogan which we created in sec4.&lt;br /&gt;and something abt me saying e 'red drink', which was actually fruit punch.&lt;br /&gt;it got everyone laughing. actually, i was e one laughing e most. they thot i was drunk. =X&lt;br /&gt;ah! and there was tis 'its finally friday. YESSSS~!' hand sign vl created.&lt;br /&gt;its so funny! i like tat hand sign man! we shall use it every fri ok?&lt;br /&gt;e way mel did tat hand sign was so hilarious it made me spit out my 'red drink'. oh well, at least i thot it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;i was laughing non stop den. everyone thot i've gone nuts.&lt;br /&gt;went up back to qx's place ard 10plus.&lt;br /&gt;den rotted and watched some silly tv programme til 11plus.&lt;br /&gt;den had yh's bday celebration where we cut and eat cakes and crapped and rotted somemore.&lt;br /&gt;til ard 12. den mummy called and scolded.&lt;br /&gt;oh crap! why does she always haf to spoil e mood?&lt;br /&gt;anyw, lk's dad sent me home and yeap. i'm home now and i dreadfully sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;goodnite peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114805836147281974?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114802397254553648</id><published>2006-05-19T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T15:32:52.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;after a while...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you learn that love dosen mean learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and company dosen mean security...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and you learn that kisses ain't contracts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and presents aint't promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and you begin to accept your defects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;with your heads up and eyes open...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;with a grace of an adult...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;not a grief of a child...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and you learn to build your road for todae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;cos tomorrow's road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;is too uncertain to plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;after a while you even learn that sunshine burns if you get too much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;so plant your garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;and decorate your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;instead for waiting for someoneto give you flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;learn that u realli endure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;that u r strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;got tis from my previous &lt;a href="http://pinktwinkle.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, it still sound so meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;and after reading those past entries from my previous &lt;a href="http://pinktwinkle.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, i realised how much i've changed over e yrs.&lt;br /&gt;i used to be so happy, so cheerful, so carefree, so hyper. now i'm so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;will there be days like those again?&lt;br /&gt;i miss my old self. bring me back to life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114802397254553648?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114802397254553648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114802397254553648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/320/VVSnapshot013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL tis pic is so funny! click it to go on to my flickr account btw =)&lt;br /&gt;we were so bored during practical tat we fooled ard wif e sch's webcam.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. we were juz so nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;tutorial today was eeky.&lt;br /&gt;stuck at a qns for like so long. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm juz so terrible at integration, i nv knew how to do integration since yr 1.&lt;br /&gt;bravo! and i'm already in yr 3! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's gonna be a long day.&lt;br /&gt;so looking fwd to tml. yayness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114801898744760295?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114801898744760295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114801898744760295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114801898744760295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114801898744760295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/lol-tis-pic-is-so-funny-click-it-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114793245032394697</id><published>2006-05-18T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:07:30.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i seriously miss those good old days in the past.&lt;br /&gt;days in sch uniform, in choir uniform, where everyone is best frenz wif everyone.&lt;br /&gt;thngs r so different now. everyone seem not to bother bat anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;everyone is juz so busy wif their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;sighs. if only i can juz go back to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw.&lt;br /&gt;back from sch. and its a thurs. nth to do.&lt;br /&gt;so feel like playing sims.&lt;br /&gt;but. my family is all saved in jason's com, and his com juz crashed.&lt;br /&gt;so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired. maybe i should juz switch off e com and go and slp.&lt;br /&gt;but. the air con guy is coming at 4 la. KNS.&lt;br /&gt;wats e point of slping for only 2 hrs man? KNS.&lt;br /&gt;see? told u guys my life sucks. it really does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114793245032394697?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114793245032394697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114793245032394697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114793245032394697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114793245032394697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-seriously-miss-those-good-old-days.html' 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Doll Codes from http://www.freeglitters.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i136767253_42572.jpg" 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/10066138-114787744012812554?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114787744012812554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114787744012812554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114787744012812554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114787744012812554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114761100406030929</id><published>2006-05-14T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:50:05.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many things running through my head now.&lt;br /&gt;so much frustrations. so much worries.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm really becoming a big girl already. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;watched POSEIDON on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;very nice! omg. it makes u cry like hell.&lt;br /&gt;cry and cry and cry and keep crying. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;ok maybe for me only la. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i'm a big girl now already, i think i shall try to be a good girl ba.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can start by TRYING to attend e whole 10 to 5 lesson tml without ponning.&lt;br /&gt;no guarantee though.&lt;br /&gt;if suceeded den i'll TRY attending e whole 8 to 5 lesson on tues without ponning.&lt;br /&gt;TRY only.&lt;br /&gt;but i better start trying now if not i think e sch's gonna start sending me love letters le. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114761100406030929?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114761100406030929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114761100406030929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114761100406030929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114761100406030929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/so-many-things-running-through-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114754073454524592</id><published>2006-05-14T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:18:54.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm very tired. really very very tired.&lt;br /&gt;no one cares abt me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;why. why do i even exist in tis world in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not looking fwd towards anything anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i've even lost e courage to move fwd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break me out of my shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life juz sucks.&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114754073454524592?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114754073454524592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114754073454524592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114754073454524592'/><link rel='self' 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407px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="317" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/400/KARIN%3F%3F%3FS%20RECIPE%20FOR%20LOVE.jpg" width="416" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. i wonder if anyone's able to read the words.&lt;br /&gt;anyw. was bored so i've decided to analyse stuffs and finally came up wif tis. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw.&lt;br /&gt;the file for my bday pics may be too big so maybe the transfer rate will be damn slow.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'll post e pics up on my &lt;a href="http://17pinkmushrooms.multiply.com"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; someday so u guys can go save urself ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its like already 2 plus plus and i still havent had my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;damn. i'm so hungry. but still gotta wait for mum to come home wif lunch.&lt;br /&gt;arghz. she forgot my existance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anybody care to lend a listening ear?&lt;br /&gt;so much stuffs to complain. i wanna whine! =X  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/1600/P5070157.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/1600/P5070157.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/1600/P5070157.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/1600/P5070157.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114732928236310204?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114732928236310204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114732928236310204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114732928236310204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114732928236310204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114725232778608158</id><published>2006-05-10T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T17:12:07.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm always sharp and straight forward wif my words. but i only speak e truth.&lt;br /&gt;though u may not like it, the truth does hurts.&lt;br /&gt;but. after all. its the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do accept it if u're being straight forward wif me too. as long as its e truth. i do accept it.&lt;br /&gt;u dun see me crying and wailing like a weak shu nu who always needs protection after hearing e truth dun u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always been like tat.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not drifting from u guys. u guys r drifting from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun like the way things turned out.&lt;br /&gt;it disgusts me so much i feel like puking juz having e thots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need someone whom i can trust. to juz lend me a listening ear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114725232778608158?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114710215931199510</id><published>2006-05-08T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:10:46.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy 19th to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, thanks to everyone who tries so hard to make everything seem rite on my bday, which unfortunately, failed miserably. (coz everything simply goes wrong, and its not ur fault i know) esp tai ma and gu po. the 19 bday cake was really entertaining, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u guys r really trying real hard. i know u've already did ur very best. i seriously can feel it and i appreciate it alot alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know very well who's good to me and who's not. i know de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second, thanks to everyone who didnt bother to show up on my bday. where there're a whole lot of reasons behind which i dunno if i should be nice and accept them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third, thanks to everyone who at least bothered to msg me bday wishes. same goes to those who send testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth, thanks to those who didnt even bother to msg or wish me happy bday. some probably dun even know its my big day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, sorry to those ppl whom i thanked at the top of my list (the firstly ppl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i still havent recovered from my depression.&lt;br /&gt;and. i'm probably not gonna celebrate my bday anymore.&lt;br /&gt;bye bye peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114710215931199510?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114710215931199510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114710215931199510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114710215931199510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114710215931199510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy-19th-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114680839498186136</id><published>2006-05-05T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:55:07.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/1600/6749863038039l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/400/6749863038039l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i like tis pic. =P *points above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;it was pouring cats and dogs and lions and tigers when i got out of my hse tis morning.&lt;br /&gt;got wet though i had an umbrella. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;dun u ppl juz hate e rain?&lt;br /&gt;tis stupid rain caused me to be late for maths tutorial la. =X&lt;br /&gt;shi fu ps again. and freddie was late oso. so we went class together.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to stay back to discuss gems project but dom ps and i gotta stay alone down there and wait for them finish class, so i decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;AND. they've decided to stay back after sch on monday to do the project. for ur information, class ends at 5 tat day.&lt;br /&gt;and its like. monday's my bday. how wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;5th aunt's gonna haf a last min bbq at her place tonite.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm bringing darling along. haah. meet the relatives session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bro finally got home. and i guess i'm gonna watch avenging fist wif him. tat is, if he wans to. if not i'll haf to watch tv alone again.&lt;br /&gt;arghz. the loneliness! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114680839498186136?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114680839498186136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114680839498186136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114680839498186136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114680839498186136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114673016581789376</id><published>2006-05-04T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:25:38.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i love cai hong tian tang!&lt;br /&gt;it makes me cry. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw.&lt;br /&gt;thot i was late fro maths tis morning. turned out e lect was even later.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm being v hardworking already. for maths i mean.&lt;br /&gt;all e taking of notes and paying attention in class and doing tutorials and not sleeping during lect.&lt;br /&gt;tats v good for a start le ok. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bf coming back tml. YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*edits*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok. juz changed my phone plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;coz basically my phone bill has been exploding every mth. and i've to suffer the constant naggings of BOTH my mum and dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeap. changed to a whole day free incoming call plan wif 1000 smses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so yeah ppl, if anything CALL ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyw, the plan will only be acttivated 3 days later. yeah. so call me 3 days later. WAHAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm so craving for sentosa. anyone? haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ooooh i miss soaking in the water on a bright sunny day in bikini. (no, not the got-thrown-into-the-sea part) HAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114673016581789376?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114673016581789376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114673016581789376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114673016581789376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114673016581789376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-cai-hong-tian-tang-it-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114667101184369717</id><published>2006-05-03T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T23:43:31.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wounds r starting to heal. physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;rather affected by lots of things lately.&lt;br /&gt;sch stress, pms and kinda relationship probs.&lt;br /&gt;but now its only left wif sch stress. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying really raealy hard to be back the me in the past.&lt;br /&gt;sent darling back to camp tis evening.&lt;br /&gt;den wandered ard in orchard, looking for food coz i was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;ended up buying a pair of pretty shoes. charged it to darling's account of coz.&lt;br /&gt;den met up wif cousin priscilla and went home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still feeling a bit down though.&lt;br /&gt;bday's on monday. its like so fast.&lt;br /&gt;why am i not e least excited abt it?&lt;br /&gt;probably u ppl r expecting me to treat again. but sorry to say tis. but i'm not treating tis yr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114667101184369717?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114667101184369717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114667101184369717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;can someone give me e courage to cut myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;coz i seriously freak out e moment e blade touches my skin. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;or is there anything to numb myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i can cut myself without feeling e pain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i can juz die from loss of blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*EDITS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I DUN FEEL LIKE DYING ANYMORE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES I'M TAT FICKLE. FORGET THE ABOVE POST. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;juz came out from the shower. and its like 4am plus plus in the morning. ah~ refreshing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;was in e shower when my bro came knocking on e door and 'BAAA!' at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;amused, i 'BAAA!' back in reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;den he asked in a v weird and hilarious accent 'why arent u sleeping?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and of coz, i couldnt possibly tell him i was up til 2 plus figuring out how to commit suicide without making myuself feel e pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so i replied back in tat same accent he's using 'coz i was chatting wif my fren.' which was half true, though i only started chatting wif my frenz after i failed to commit suicide without making myself feel pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;surprised tat e usually bubbly and laughing-non-stop-girl would actually even harbour e thot of committing suicide?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah. go ahead and laugh. even i myself find it amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kinda silly. ought to give myself a good spanking though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but seriously, really going through a really really rough time now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;everything, and i really mean everything, is tumbling down. plus my pms made it worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm sorry if i made anyone unhappy, my bf especially. but i really i cant help feeling tis way. i swear. i feel terrible myself too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if u're a girl u'll probably understand. pms does really make u feel like crap. i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and e stomach cramps. though i've nv mentioned, but its hurting constantly. now and den. and tat really make things worse too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i know. all these probably is juz a stupid excuse to try to die juz like tat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but i swear i'm really feeling so terrible i cannot take another blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;esp after some minor arguements wif bf. and when he 'totally gave up on me'. i suddenly feel so useless. like i've been ditched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;den e thot juz popped into my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;its really not anybody's fault but my own actually. and i know i shouldnt blame it on pms too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NOTE: I'M SERIOUSLY NOT BLAMING U DARLING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i know its my own fault things turned out tis way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe if i dun think too much................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AYE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyw. i think everything's fine between my bf and i now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we usually dun let stupid things hinder... rite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;AH. i juz love my bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ANYW. I LOVE LITING~ =DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;she've been such a great great great great ah ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and she's gonna jio me for kbox soon. whee! she rawkks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114641865325189942?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114641865325189942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114641865325189942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114641865325189942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114641865325189942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-feel-like-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114637220954146016</id><published>2006-04-30T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T12:43:29.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;humour me ppl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bf finally back. whee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but i think i'm still depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;had a nice day wif him ytd. went town, as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bought tickets for our movie, den stayed at coffeebean til ard 6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;shopped abt at heeren, den went marche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;spent like 3 hrs plus in there. eating and yakking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;den went for our movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it ended late and both of us were really tired tat nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;managed to catch e last train home, but missed e bus. so cabbed back instead. =X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;showered den slept til morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;nth much today. bf sick. gonna pop by to visit him later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kinda disappointed tat a whole of sunday will be wasted like tat though. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but it cant be helped. shruggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not in much mood nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;though it kinda got better now and den.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sometimes, things juz dun seem to go e way i wan. and i wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;probably bcoz i'm e unluckiest person on earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ANYW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;happy 19th, shi jie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114637220954146016?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114637220954146016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114637220954146016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114637220954146016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114637220954146016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/humour-me-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114620574814698926</id><published>2006-04-28T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:29:08.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a better day today. HAH. like. finally.&lt;br /&gt;went for maths alone. coz freddie sick and dom pangseh.&lt;br /&gt;got rather lonely. but figuring out e tutorials helped kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;went to POO; (as like how i typed in msn, which got into a joke)  ytd. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;it was like my first time. yeah and i gave it to vl and qx. LOL&lt;br /&gt;honoured leh?&lt;br /&gt;i pooled rather terribly but guess it was v self-entertaining! (i hit e white ball out of the table! -_-")&lt;br /&gt;and i think my sense of accuracy is rather terrible too. LOL&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless, it was FUN. like i've said, v self-entertaining! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went supper wif vl, qx and her parents after tat.&lt;br /&gt;where i had a 'meet the cockroachessssssssss (mind the ssssss)' session.&lt;br /&gt;wonderful. i hate cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i'm sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;gotta go takea nap. tata peeps!&lt;br /&gt;any lobang to go out PLS JIO ME!&lt;br /&gt;i'm v free! =DDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114620574814698926?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114620574814698926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114620574814698926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114620574814698926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114620574814698926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/better-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114611852497074831</id><published>2006-04-27T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T14:28:38.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*SWEARS AND CURSES AND ALL VULGARIES!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me ppl. how to be optimistic when everyday is a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;u ppl haf a part to play for the way i've turn out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz cant seem to find anything rite abt my life.&lt;br /&gt;everything is juz so wrong. terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;smtimes i juz wish to end everything. PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blasted my mp3 all e way home.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i realised my bf was rite, blasting ur music is a good way to vent ur frustrations.&lt;br /&gt;and somehow, i think tat cutting myself is a good way to relieve stress too.&lt;br /&gt;no worries, i havent cut myself. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its juz too much.&lt;br /&gt;for a computer idiot like me who doesnt even know to handle microsoft powerpoint rite from the day i was born to study computing.&lt;br /&gt;its juz too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had insomnia last nite.&lt;br /&gt;ended letting my mind wander. too much tat i cried myself to slp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt help sobbing my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously cant keep up wif any of e modules and i honestly dun even know wat the heck is going on now.&lt;br /&gt;its really v toturous to keep forcing urself to study smth u obviously hate and had no flair in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz had a fren told me i had a flair in writing and asked me to jia you in it.&lt;br /&gt;oh thanks man. and its like. jia you for?!&lt;br /&gt;i'm in tis freaking course in which THERE IS NO WRITING INVOLVE!&lt;br /&gt;u see my point? i'm not putting my talent in good use.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad someone noticed my talent. at least someone knows i'm actually capable of smth.&lt;br /&gt;not like some hypocrites who only hints me sarcastically tat i truly sucks in computing.&lt;br /&gt;i dun need anyone to 'try' to hint me i suck at my course thank you v much.&lt;br /&gt;i know tat myself.&lt;br /&gt;and pls, stop doing OBVIOUS things to try to 'accidentally' let ppl notice tat u're hardworking, hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tat sacastic, in case u dun know me well enough.&lt;br /&gt;its juz sheer bad luck u happened to offend, of all ppl, me.&lt;br /&gt;in case u think i'm being mean, tis is only called, an eye for an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, i juz re read my own entries and i hate myself already. (NOT the sarcasm parts u dummy! the pessimistic parts)&lt;br /&gt;i dunno who i am.&lt;br /&gt;i've become a complete stranger to myself.&lt;br /&gt;i've become too pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe one day i'll juz die and fade away and the world may become a better place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114611852497074831?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114611852497074831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114611852497074831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114611852497074831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114611852497074831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/swears-and-curses-and-all-vulgaries.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114602618773679016</id><published>2006-04-26T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T13:40:14.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/1600/03_n72_pink_lowres-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/320/03_n72_pink_lowres-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THIS PHONE PPL! *points upwards. isnt it gorgeous?&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm so fickle i'm in love wif another phone. shame on myself. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;was a pretty bad girl today. again.&lt;br /&gt;no. i didnt pon sch to go to e library alone. i juz slept at home. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;everyday i told myself, things will definitely get better tml. after all, tml is always a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;but things always dun seem to go e way i want.&lt;br /&gt;saddening isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;ponned morning lect and decided to go for gems later in e afternoon. but classmates called rite before i left e hse and told me they ponning gems.&lt;br /&gt;yay isnt it fun? after all e makeup and early-rising stuffs and rushing, they ponning?&lt;br /&gt;not tat i mind actually. in fact, i'll be glad to juz stay home today and stone.&lt;br /&gt;stoning, in fact, has already become part of my daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;i juz cant do without stoning. its an essential neccessity in my life already.&lt;br /&gt;and. its e best way to keep myself occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really was v v depressed ytd. dun ask me why. its complicated.&lt;br /&gt;today was better. at least, better than ytd. and e day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. i'm still wondering when my voice can fully recover.&lt;br /&gt;its a torture not being able to sing. =( i'm going crazy already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*EDITS*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some quotes i found on a website. guess it'll be nice to share wif u guys. =)) ENJOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be deceived if you trust too much, but you will live in torment if you don't trust enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who cannot forgive breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action may not always bring happiness; but there is no happiness without action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never look down to test the ground before taking your next step; only he who keeps his eye fixed on the far horizon will find the right road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.&lt;br /&gt;Author: Jimmy Dean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People need loving the most when they deserve it the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost: that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114602618773679016?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114602618773679016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114602618773679016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114602618773679016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114602618773679016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/look-at-this-phone-ppl-points-upwards.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114596721239810501</id><published>2006-04-25T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:16:42.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Marriage&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 height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/marriage.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've dated enough to know what you want.And that's marriage - with the right person.You're serious about settling down some time soon.Even if you haven't met the person you want to get hitched to!&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/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm always v serious abt stuffs like tat. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Variable Love Profile&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 height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivevariablelovetest/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Propensity for Monogamy:&lt;br /&gt;Your propensity for monogamy is high.You find it easy to be devoted and loyal to one person.And in return, you expect the same from who you love.Any sign of straying, and you'll end things.&lt;br /&gt;Experience Level:&lt;br /&gt;Your experience level is medium.You probably have had a couple significant loves.And you may have even had your heart broken.But you haven't really dated a wide variety of people.&lt;br /&gt;Dominance:&lt;br /&gt;Your dominance is medium.You tend to be the one with more power.You aren't a total control freak in relationships..But of course you don't mind getting you way!&lt;br /&gt;Cynicism:&lt;br /&gt;Your cynicism is low.You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.&lt;br /&gt;Independence:&lt;br /&gt;Your independence is low.This doesn't mean you're dependent in relationships..It does mean that you don't have any problem sharing your life.In your opinion, the best part of being in love is being together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;The&lt;/a&gt; Five Variable Love Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;somehow its kinda true. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 64% Girly&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howgirlyareyouquiz/girly-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a pretty girly chick, and you're not ashamed to admit it (or wear pink).But you're also practical. You can hang with the guys, as long as they're not too gross!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Girly Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey yo! i'm girly ok? =D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Relationship Will Last... A Long Time!&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howlongwillyourrelationshiplastquiz/last-long-time.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your guy is ideal, as close to Mr. Perfect as he could beIf you took this quiz, you may be doubting that...Don't! No guy is perfect but yours comes really closeYou guys will last for many years, as long as you appreciate him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Long Will Your Relationship Last?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i love tis quiz. and i love e ans. yay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffe7f3;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fef4f9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/goodgirlfriendquiz/great-girlfriend.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtfulBut you also haven't stopped thinking of yourselfYou're the perfect blend of independent and caringYou're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You a Good Girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ahh! read is, bf. =P i'm a great gf.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Girl!&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 height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Are you ever serious? Well, you're seriously playful.And guys are attracted to your girlish spirit and all the fun that follows.Your girlish, temper, however... well, they could live without that.Not to worry though, you never stay upset for long. It's off to the next adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You A Girl Or a Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Lace Bra!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/lace-bra.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dreamy, romantic, and ultra-feminineYou're a womanly woman who makes guys feel like menYour perfect guy is strong, determined, and handsomeWith a softer side that only you can draw out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Bra Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee5de;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are Platform Sandals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fff5ee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofsandalareyouquiz/platform-sandals.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Funky and urbanYou've got a cutting edge style that everyone enviesA little bit downtown, a little bit euro, and whole lot of sexy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Sandal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114596721239810501?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114596721239810501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114596721239810501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114596721239810501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114596721239810501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/your-ideal-relationship-is.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114595964899336378</id><published>2006-04-25T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T18:07:29.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mcnuggets r the yummiest food if dipped in hell lots of curry sauce.&lt;br /&gt;i can nv seem to resist them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 9TH MTH TO MYSELF AND MY BF.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm seriously not in my best mood now.&lt;br /&gt;maybe one of e lousiest moods of my life.&lt;br /&gt;spent tis supposingly romantic day in the library alone. the whole day. reading fiction. i've read so many bks today i lost count.&lt;br /&gt;smart asses may haf figured out why i'm there alone the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so miss my bf.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so lonely. seriously, i've nv felt such loneliness til now.&lt;br /&gt;i felt tat everyone has abandoned me. =( i dun like tis feeling. but i cant help feeling tis way.&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to dread sch now. i dunno who i can call my frenz, who i call my foes.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lost.&lt;br /&gt;i'm working extremely hard on my maths now. but it seems tat i can nv follow e speed of the stupid lect.&lt;br /&gt;i understand tat e class i'm in now is like so freaking good in maths tat e lect will assume everyone will get an A by juz rushing and rushing.&lt;br /&gt;i tell u i cant. i cant follow and i will definitely NOT get an A wif her teaching like tat. i think i'll even haf prob passing it.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm acting like a total pessimist now u'll feel like smacking me or shaking me and pouring iced cold water on me to wake me up from my senses.&lt;br /&gt;its really a horrible tragedy tat i haf to spend my anniversary in such a pessimistic way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life juz sucks. or maybe juz mine.&lt;br /&gt;i dun understand how some ppl's life can be so perfect whereas mine is like a mess.&lt;br /&gt;the pain of loneliness. the pain of being abandoned. the pain of falling from the highest pt to the lowest pt.&lt;br /&gt;my family dun understand. my frenz dun understand. my bf. probably wun understand too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me die. juz let me die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114595964899336378?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114595964899336378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114595964899336378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114595964899336378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114595964899336378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/mcnuggets-r-yummiest-food-if-dipped-in.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114587960375053154</id><published>2006-04-24T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T19:55:32.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/waterfall.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have the power to persuade and influence others.You're the type of person who can turn a whole room around.The potential for great leadership is there, as long as you don't abuse it.Always remember, you have a lot more power over people than you might think!&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/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. am i tat influential? Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People Envy Your Compassion&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 height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeopleenvyaboutyouquiz/compassion.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a kind heart and an unusual empathy for all living creatures. You tend to absorb others' happiness and pain.People envy your compassion, and more importantly, the connections it helps you build. And compassionate as you are, you feel for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Do People Envy About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohh~ i'm compasionate! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Mood Ring is Dark Red&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 height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/moodringgenerator/dark-red.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Very happyLovePassion&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Mood&lt;/a&gt; Ring Generator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happily in love! tats v true! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be a Film Writer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofwritershouldyoubequiz/film.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You don't just create compelling stories, you see them as clearly as a movie in your mind.You have a knack for details and dialogue. You can really make a character come to life.Chances are, you enjoy creating all types of stories. The joy is in the storytelling.And nothing would please you more than millions of people seeing your story on the big screen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Type of Writer Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i already haf a movie script. LOL. THE VAMPIRE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114587960375053154?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114587960375053154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114587960375053154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114587960375053154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114587960375053154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/your-hidden-talentyou-have-power-to.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114587528208636036</id><published>2006-04-24T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T11:44:41.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got drenched in the rain on e way home from sch tis evening. damn!&lt;br /&gt;sch was like as usual. BORING! the same boring classes, the same boring lects and the same boring practicals where sharon and i ALWAYS didnt know wats going on. drats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had curry sauce all over my white tee tis morning, which got me into a rather grumpy mood.&lt;br /&gt;not a v good way to start off my mornings eh?&lt;br /&gt;mornings r supposed to be so beautiful  tat i'll get so happy and den i'll juz fall asleep from the joy. AH~NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;had a really wonderful wkend wif my peeps ytd.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to chiong sushi buffet, but den, buffet not available so we had marche instead.&lt;br /&gt;and it so happened tat it was alvin's and vl's first time there.&lt;br /&gt;oh buy were we honoured they gave their first times to us. we were so overjoyed we couldnt stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;ok. minus the crying part den. tat was a little too exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;saw tis lion-lookalike-chaochao-dog outside heeren after our dinner. SO EXTREMELY CUTEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and we took neoprints after the huge commotion abt e lion-lookalike-chaochao-dog.&lt;br /&gt;neoprints was fun. and hilarious. and in e end we only chose 5 pics.&lt;br /&gt;a waste of money. but. the process was funny. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;had a drink at mos burger after neoprint-taking session.&lt;br /&gt;after tat was home sweet home, by which we sat down and had a v interesting game of truth or dare. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is my air con broke down!&lt;br /&gt;and i cant slp without air con. so i had to move over to my parents' room wif my mattress and pillows and blanket and magmag and little benny. LOL&lt;br /&gt;and it so happened tat my bro's air con broke down too. (yes. it's tat coincidental)&lt;br /&gt;and he had to move over to parents' room too. we ALL had to squeeze in one room. great.&lt;br /&gt;tat wasnt so bad. the thing is he had to wake up at 6 for sch. u know, sec sch. duh. and he had to on e lights and make so much noise he woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;ok. tat wasnt so bad. i did fell asleep after tat. wif pillows over my head.&lt;br /&gt;the worst thing is, i woke up at 8 tis morning to prepare for sch, and i realised my bro decided not to go to sch bcoz he had a headache!&lt;br /&gt;AND AFTER ALL TAT NOISE AND BLAH, HE DIDNT GO SCH?!&lt;br /&gt;how wonderful. i love my bro so much. i shall forgive him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114587528208636036?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114587528208636036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114587528208636036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114587528208636036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114587528208636036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/got-drenched-in-rain-on-e-way-home.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114577175413568266</id><published>2006-04-23T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:55:54.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok. some despo perverts tried to add me in friendster and even had e cheek to demand INDECENT requests!&lt;br /&gt;WTH is wrong wif ppl nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;i love my chicken and poo peeps to bits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chionging sushi buffet wif them later in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;YAHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meanwhile, while waiting for time to pass, let me tell u abt my grandma's bday dinner ytd. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;i met up wif cousin priscilla at town at ard 5. AND she was like so late we gotta go straight to goodwood park after buying popo's present.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of e aunties were already there when we reached.&lt;br /&gt;were eyeing e sashimi the moment i stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;sashimi rawkks! and so does e tuna. YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;but e dunno wat cheesy salmon makes me wanna vomit la. LOL&lt;br /&gt;had 3 rounds of main course. den ate desserts.&lt;br /&gt;the chocolate cake was OH-SO-DELICIOUS!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. eh bf, the chocolate cake damn yummy. made up of REALLY GOOD QUALITY CHOCOLATE!&lt;br /&gt;den ate fruits after e yummilicious cake. the strawberries super sour.&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder how cousin priscilla can eat so many. LOL&lt;br /&gt;love the watermelons, rockmelons and papayas.&lt;br /&gt;after tat cousin priscilla pang seh-ed. and i totally rotted. ARGHZ!&lt;br /&gt;why cant ppl stop pangsehing?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i'm telling u ppl all these is bcoz. I LOVE THE CHOCOLATE CAKE!&lt;br /&gt;i tasted some heavenly stuffs u didnt! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna spend my anniversary tis mth schooling and ice skating wif cousin priscilla.&lt;br /&gt;how romantic. its like way much better tham some ppl out there slping in holes, shitting in holes and drinking mud.&lt;br /&gt;HEY! at least i haf a toilet bowl to shit in! =P man. i feel so sarcastic. shame on me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114577175413568266?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114577175413568266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114577175413568266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114577175413568266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114577175413568266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114559172176571705</id><published>2006-04-21T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:55:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for e first time in my 3 yrs in sp, i feel tat i'm actually paying attention in maths lect and actually doing e tutorials ON MY OWN.&lt;br /&gt;wat achievements.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i ALWAYS haf to learn things e hard way. only den i'll be a gd girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 2 hrs of maths tutorial today. 8 to 10am.&lt;br /&gt;NOT SMART.&lt;br /&gt;and after tat is home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still wondering if i'll be able to survive ONE WHOLE FREAKING WK of not being able to contact darling.&lt;br /&gt;tis mth, i'll be celebrating annivesary by myself. while he digs holes, slp in holes, shit in holes, and drink mud.&lt;br /&gt;oh the loneliness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still v much in love wif jay chou's feng.&lt;br /&gt;i realised i wun seem to get tired of listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;i think i've been playing tis song for so many times i lost count.&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;i love sad songs. they're so emotional they make me miss my bf even more. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so wanna sing kbox.&lt;br /&gt;its so saddening tat i haf to lose my voice.&lt;br /&gt;ok. not exactly lose. i LOST my voice last fri. and its still recovering.&lt;br /&gt;one whole darn wk already. and sadly, my voice still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;and being e naughty girl i've always been, i keep eating spicy and heaty food.&lt;br /&gt;its no wonder its taking so long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;i deserve a good spanking. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;i should feel guilty. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114559172176571705?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114559172176571705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114559172176571705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114559172176571705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114559172176571705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/for-e-first-time-in-my-3-yrs-in-sp-i.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114554567165717601</id><published>2006-04-20T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:07:51.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maths was boring today.&lt;br /&gt;realised tat after half a yr and maths, i still dunno anything. so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, met up wif qx and lysia ---&gt; is tis how i spell? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;den we went town.&lt;br /&gt;spent most of e time at far east. HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;den later we walked to heeren to take neoprints!&lt;br /&gt;oh! and i met sharon there! wahahhaa!&lt;br /&gt;met up wif vl afterwards. den went bk. HAH! yh no. 2. LOL. den. went kfc to eat free whip potato. LALALA.&lt;br /&gt;shopped ard.&lt;br /&gt;and e four of us bought e SAME tee. diff colours. but same design. HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;and den home sweet home. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLEAHS.&lt;br /&gt;maths tutorial tml.&lt;br /&gt;2 darn hrs of tat 'chou po niang' lect.&lt;br /&gt;she so deserve e treatment of e happy tree frenz.&lt;br /&gt;and i shall be e one singing e 'lalalalalalala'! WAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;i'm juz so evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT MY BF STILL LOVES ME!&lt;br /&gt;nanny nanny poo poo! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good gracious!&lt;br /&gt;WHERE SHALL I GO TML???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I STILL HATE TAT CHOU PO NIANG! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114554567165717601?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114554567165717601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114554567165717601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114554567165717601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114554567165717601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/maths-was-boring-today.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114545660499403640</id><published>2006-04-19T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:26:44.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my life juz sucks.&lt;br /&gt;my timetable got so screwed tat i got 3 hrs break in between today.&lt;br /&gt;and shi fu and i totally rotted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got darn pissed when ppl kept asking why i'm not in class wif e rest of my classmate.&lt;br /&gt;damn it ppl.&lt;br /&gt;STOP ASKING!&lt;br /&gt;i swear i'll smack u in e face if u ask again.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick and tired of repeating things i DUN WANNA SAY over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw.&lt;br /&gt;went back to NTU today to collect my logbk from dan.&lt;br /&gt;i so miss my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;so nice seeing them again. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;and i got an A from dan. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml's gonna be terrible i swear.&lt;br /&gt;cnsec tutorial cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;den i gotta go for maths at 10 to 11 ONLY.&lt;br /&gt;blah. my like is so slack.&lt;br /&gt;so slack til i wanna juz bang e wall and die to escape e boredom.&lt;br /&gt;sch so rawkks. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should juz get married and stay at home and be a lazy pig and slp e whole day.&lt;br /&gt;and. i'm gonna get so fat i cant move an inch.&lt;br /&gt;great. i'll forget tat idea den. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i continue to lie to myself.&lt;br /&gt;YES. i love my course! -_-:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114545660499403640?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114545660499403640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114545660499403640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114545660499403640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114545660499403640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-life-juz-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114536154632516280</id><published>2006-04-18T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T19:59:06.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here r some reasons why i think schooling is better than working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first. u get to PON whenever u feel like.&lt;br /&gt;second. u can be LATE and no one bothers.&lt;br /&gt;third. u can ANYHOW dress and no one will think its shabby-looking.&lt;br /&gt;fouth. u can SLEEP in class like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;fifth. u can juz walk out of e class to ANSWER PHONE CALLS.&lt;br /&gt;sixth. u can HOP ard in class like its ur playground.&lt;br /&gt;seventh. u can LAUGH as loudly as u wan.&lt;br /&gt;eighth. u can haf LONGER breaks.&lt;br /&gt;ninth. u can DUN keep eating e sme food over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;tenth. u may get released EARLIER. and no OT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw.&lt;br /&gt;was a bad girl today.&lt;br /&gt;had my 8 to 10 lesson. den ponned e rest of e day le.&lt;br /&gt;seriously no mood la. HELP!&lt;br /&gt;tml is worse. got 3 hrs break in e middle.&lt;br /&gt;WTH. wat am i gonna do for 3 stupid hrs man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wan my life back.&lt;br /&gt;can someone juz give it back to me? =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114536154632516280?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114536154632516280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114536154632516280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114536154632516280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114536154632516280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-r-some-reasons-why-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114528426198777505</id><published>2006-04-17T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:31:02.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sch reopen le.&lt;br /&gt;things were like so different now.&lt;br /&gt;hate my maths class. damn.&lt;br /&gt;e other lessons didnt interest me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its still long til i can see my darling.&lt;br /&gt;miss him so much already.&lt;br /&gt;i feel weird not having to debate wif myself whether to go home or go his hse after sch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurs and fri's timetable is slack.&lt;br /&gt;but i dun like it.&lt;br /&gt;why? i've no life after tat anyw.&lt;br /&gt;who will haf such slack timetable as me anyw?&lt;br /&gt;who will be so free to go out wif me?&lt;br /&gt;who will even bother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz feel so lonely without my bf.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so empty.&lt;br /&gt;i guess no one will understand, unless u're going through e same thing as me now.&lt;br /&gt;but i doubt anyone is going through e same thing as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dun ask.&lt;br /&gt;stop trying to understand.&lt;br /&gt;u wun. i repeat. u wun understand. at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz. leave me alone. let me be. will u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess tis entry is totally unneccessary too.&lt;br /&gt;who will bother abt me anyw? damn. i think too highly of myself.&lt;br /&gt;no one will even care even if i die in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel guilty, ppl.&lt;br /&gt;and continue to leave me out, like u normally do.&lt;br /&gt;i wun care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;do i even exist?&lt;br /&gt;explanations r juz excuses. dun bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis gives me reason to love my bf even more.&lt;br /&gt;he's e only person in tis world who makes me feel alive, and tat i'm not alone.&lt;br /&gt;he can make me feel my existance.&lt;br /&gt;the rest r unneccessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go think abt it man. if u even bother reading. which i doubt so anyw.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to be mean here.&lt;br /&gt;i'm juz stating e facts.&lt;br /&gt;coz i dun wanna keep telling ppl, ' oh! i haf wonderful frenz!"&lt;br /&gt;how wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;i hate my life. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114528426198777505?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114528426198777505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114528426198777505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114528426198777505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114528426198777505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/sch-reopen-le.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114519975631354575</id><published>2006-04-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:02:36.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from sau mu le.&lt;br /&gt;actually. back long ago le.&lt;br /&gt;saw my uncles. their urns i mean.&lt;br /&gt;miss them so so much. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling went back to camp in tekong le.&lt;br /&gt;and i was not there to send him off today. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was feeling really sad e whole of today.&lt;br /&gt;had e sian sian look on my face. =X&lt;br /&gt;he wun be out til 6th may le.&lt;br /&gt;i hope he can make it in time for my bday celebration though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be so lonely. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw.&lt;br /&gt;changed bg song le.&lt;br /&gt;JJ's zhi dui ni shuo.&lt;br /&gt;i simply love tis song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarang haeyo 只对你说&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. medicine effect. gotta turn in le.&lt;br /&gt;nite peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114519975631354575?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114519975631354575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114519975631354575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114519975631354575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114519975631354575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-from-sau-mu-le.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114516178950015503</id><published>2006-04-16T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T12:29:49.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a sunday. again.&lt;br /&gt;and he's going back in. again.&lt;br /&gt;and tis time i cant send him. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 freaking wks!&lt;br /&gt;i cant see him for 2 freaking wks! =X&lt;br /&gt;tis is totally saddening.&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss him so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw.&lt;br /&gt;we went town ytd again.&lt;br /&gt;and he bought a bag for me. =))&lt;br /&gt;watch tristan and isolde.&lt;br /&gt;ah. and we met clara at marche.&lt;br /&gt;darn long long long time no see le. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess tis 2 wks i'll haf to find ppl to acc me le.&lt;br /&gt;if not i'll be super lonely. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going sau mu later.&lt;br /&gt;finally. i can see my uncles le.&lt;br /&gt;i miss them so so much too.&lt;br /&gt;in a blink of an eye, it has already been 4 yrs le.&lt;br /&gt;so much has changed within tis 4 yrs.&lt;br /&gt;its so hard to believe how 4 yrs can pass juz like tis.&lt;br /&gt;its heart-piercing to think back, memories r still so fresh in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114516178950015503?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114516178950015503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114516178950015503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114516178950015503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114516178950015503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114500465483745608</id><published>2006-04-14T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:50:54.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>currently at my bf's hse.&lt;br /&gt;and its his dad's bday! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;attachment finally ended!&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard tat dan giving us interns a treat next tues.&lt;br /&gt;and shun bian return us our logbooks. HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss my colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;i think i already did. WAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114500465483745608?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114500465483745608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114500465483745608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114500465483745608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114500465483745608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/currently-at-my-bfs-hse.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114476318811947333</id><published>2006-04-11T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:46:28.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work was a breeze today.&lt;br /&gt;i totally haf got nth to do. and i really mean nth.&lt;br /&gt;sat there and yawned and slacked and stoned.&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention tat stoning was a really gd and effective way to kill time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was stoning til lynn finally got me smth to do to help me kill time.&lt;br /&gt;oh isnt she sweet?&lt;br /&gt;i juz love it when she finally has smth for me to do. LOL&lt;br /&gt;and yarh. cutting papers THE WHOLE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;printed and cut. and printed and cut. and printed and cut. and so it continues til 6 o clock.&lt;br /&gt;think e amt i've cutted wun be less than 100.&lt;br /&gt;it can easily last them for e whole yr. LOL&lt;br /&gt;and e bad news is, wat am i gonna do tml? cut more papers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick. =(&lt;br /&gt;but i'm juz so hardworking i still went for work. LOL&lt;br /&gt;ok. probably its bcoz my conscience told me tat its my 3rd last day.&lt;br /&gt;arghz. and so i'm gonna miss my colleagues. so so much. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114476318811947333?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114476318811947333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114476318811947333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114476318811947333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114476318811947333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/work-was-breeze-today_11.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114476317876786000</id><published>2006-04-11T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T21:46:18.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>work was a breeze today.&lt;br /&gt;i totally haf got nth to do. and i really mean nth.&lt;br /&gt;sat there and yawned and slacked and stoned.&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention tat stoning was a really gd and effective way to kill time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was stoning til lynn finally got me smth to do to help me kill time.&lt;br /&gt;oh isnt she sweet?&lt;br /&gt;i juz love it when she finally has smth for me to do. LOL&lt;br /&gt;and yarh. cutting papers THE WHOLE DAY.&lt;br /&gt;printed and cut. and printed and cut. and printed and cut. and so it continues til 6 o clock.&lt;br /&gt;think e amt i've cutted wun be less than 100.&lt;br /&gt;it can easily last them for e whole yr. LOL&lt;br /&gt;and e bad news is, wat am i gonna do tml? cut more papers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick. =(&lt;br /&gt;but i'm juz so hardworking i still went for work. LOL&lt;br /&gt;ok. probably its bcoz my conscience told me tat its my 3rd last day.&lt;br /&gt;arghz. and so i'm gonna miss my colleagues. so so much. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114476317876786000?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114476317876786000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114476317876786000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114476317876786000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114476317876786000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/work-was-breeze-today.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114467573245742072</id><published>2006-04-10T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:28:52.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darn miss my sec sch days. =(&lt;br /&gt;esp sec 3 and 4 days. and choir days!&lt;br /&gt;where me, munyeng and xiaoqian were known as e trio singers of e choir, BAA BAA BLACK SHEEP! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;dun play play, it sounds silly, but its well known ok? i think practically everyone knows abt baa baa black sheep. haha!&lt;br /&gt;even when i walked on e streets got huayians asked if i were e one in e choir. LOL. funny rite? i was shocked den.&lt;br /&gt;and during e invitation back to sec 1 choir orientation camp 1 yr after our graduation, me and xq were e last one standing vying for e one chair during our musical chair games wif e sec ones, and how we refused to vye wif each other and agreed to do forfeit together. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;still cant forget mdm khaw said tat i was meaty! and munyeng is not?!ARGHZ!&lt;br /&gt;i so miss choir! =(&lt;br /&gt;i miss sitting behind munyeng during sec4 and and our non stop craps.&lt;br /&gt;and her lame drawings of cats and dogs which made me burst out laughing in e middle of chinese test. LOL&lt;br /&gt;and how we got trapped in e toilet after lunch wif our bubble tea and was late for choir practice! it was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;den we formed e banana family, in which i'm b1, vl is b2, qx b3 and munyeng the rat! LOL&lt;br /&gt;den there was tis LAME photo and me and munyeng which is pasted on e notice board rite behind our class, and which vl always laugh when she leans back and see. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAN TAT PIC! WHERE R E NEGATIVES????!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i miss crapping wif weijie during sec 3 when he was sitting behind me. he and his 'private part', which is his EARS. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;and i miss dirty talking wif peiyi and e guys. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;and i still remember how me and munyeng got distracted during physics lesson and started drawing the apple and e pear. and later we created a song. LOL&lt;br /&gt;and tis juz reminded me, i hate physics. and i'd always hide e storybk under my desk and read while mr kuang is teaching. haha!&lt;br /&gt;and i love chem practical. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;i was a gd girl during sec sch unlike now. i dun slp during lessons den. LOL&lt;br /&gt;but why does my report bk says tat i'm talkative and attracts attention from alot of ppl when i was such a gd girl?&lt;br /&gt;i'm not talkative and i dun attract attention la ok.&lt;br /&gt;i'm a shy and quiet girl. *BEAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we haf self study periods.&lt;br /&gt;guess sometimes its boring but sometimes i can get alot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;there was once we were all throwing paper aeroplanes ard til mrs selina wong walked in.&lt;br /&gt;and if i didnt remember wrongly, someone threw it out of e window. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;and we haf nite study.&lt;br /&gt;munyeng and i wld always cook dinner down and we'll share.&lt;br /&gt;and tat was where i started my trex crap. abt who trex will eat if it suddenly come crashing in our sch by e field. LOL&lt;br /&gt;and major loh and his WHITE PANTS!&lt;br /&gt;munyeng and i were crazy. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember i always like to go to sch early. to go class and copy homework! LOL&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm tat lazy. haha!&lt;br /&gt;AND. i'll nv forget how my classmates celebrated my 16th, or was it 17th bday in class, by surprising me wif a cake munyeng baked herself. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;they were so sweet. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i simply love my sec 302s and 402s la.&lt;br /&gt;they're all so united. and so lame. haha!&lt;br /&gt;they make me feel normal in there. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;enough of reminising abt e past. haha!&lt;br /&gt;and i realised my memory is actually not tat bad afterall.&lt;br /&gt;i can still remember. and there're still alot which seems so fresh in my mind, its like it juz happened ytd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got gd news!&lt;br /&gt;i'm working til thursday only!&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS!&lt;br /&gt;and darling is coming out on thurs too!&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE YAYNESS!&lt;br /&gt;i simply cant wait for my LONG wkend. finally. haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114467573245742072?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114467573245742072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114467573245742072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114467573245742072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114467573245742072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/darn-miss-my-sec-sch-days.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114441476056909948</id><published>2006-04-07T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T20:59:20.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was a terrible terrible day la i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;first, forwarding.&lt;br /&gt;think there's smth wrong wif e system.&lt;br /&gt;DEN CANT SLOT MY MATHS IN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEN.&lt;br /&gt;CANT CONTACT TAT KWA GUY! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEN.&lt;br /&gt;SOME IDIOTIC PPL JUZ HAF TO COME AND BOTHER ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to add on.&lt;br /&gt;pls. do not. i shall repeat. DO NOT come disturb me when i'm obviously in a bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;unless my bf of coz.&lt;br /&gt;its his job to coax me.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tml is a saturday and i still gotta work!&lt;br /&gt;*WHINES.&lt;br /&gt;but to think on e bright side, YES! its only half day.&lt;br /&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;steamboat at marina wif darling, liting and richard and eugene, i heard.&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;1 more wk and half a day to end of attachment!&lt;br /&gt;DOUBLE YAYNESS! =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114441476056909948?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114441476056909948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114441476056909948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114441476056909948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114441476056909948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-was-terrible-terrible-day-la-i.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114432928408276421</id><published>2006-04-06T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T21:14:44.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've collected so much gst receipts tat i think choonlin's gonna faint when she sees e amt i've got.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;work was okay today.&lt;br /&gt;so nice to be able to haf freedom in e office!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLACK &amp; CHIT CHAT &amp;amp; MP3-ING &amp; SMS-ING !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of coz.&lt;br /&gt;i did my work la. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;munyeng had a sudden urge to see me ytd so she jioed me to town.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;had nydc. and. NEOPRINTS!&lt;br /&gt;its been like donkey yrs since we took neoprints la can.&lt;br /&gt;and we're so not familiar wif e machines already. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss my bf dearly.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna GOSSIP! haha!&lt;br /&gt;nvm. 1 and a half more days to seeing him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND.&lt;br /&gt;1 wk and 1 and a half day more to e end of my attachment!&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS!&lt;br /&gt;but i guess i'll miss all my oh-so-nice-to-chat-wif colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;and den sch. sighs.&lt;br /&gt;i haf a v bad omen. and i dun like it. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114432928408276421?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114432928408276421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114432928408276421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114432928408276421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114432928408276421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/ive-collected-so-much-gst-receipts-tat.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114407578879301312</id><published>2006-04-03T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T22:49:48.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its a monday.&lt;br /&gt;and i happen to hate mondays too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY BLUES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but e good thing is tat i got my pay today.&lt;br /&gt;e bad thing is tat its juz a miserable sum of money. darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went town wif munyeng.&lt;br /&gt;didnt haf much time to shop anyw.&lt;br /&gt;no bras caught my eye. =(&lt;br /&gt;but a shoe caught my eye though.&lt;br /&gt;i'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;gotta wait for darling to book out den buy it for me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lovesick.&lt;br /&gt;u wun believe it. but i can stone for an hr juz thinking of him. LOL&lt;br /&gt;and i can juz stare at his pic for hrs without getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;1 wk and 4 and a half days to go.&lt;br /&gt;and its still counting.&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for e 15th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;think i'll juz wait for saturday for now.&lt;br /&gt;5 more freaking days to go til i can see and feel e face of my dearest. =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114407578879301312?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114407578879301312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114407578879301312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114407578879301312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114407578879301312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114399109547595785</id><published>2006-04-02T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T23:18:15.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a sunday.&lt;br /&gt;i love sundays. i hate sundays.&lt;br /&gt;i'm juz so contradicting, i confuse myself.&lt;br /&gt;ARGHZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's in AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;and will only be back on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY!&lt;br /&gt;can u imagine?&lt;br /&gt;6 freaking days!&lt;br /&gt;my colleagues r gonna hate me. coz i'm gonna whine abt my bf. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. i need to shower already.&lt;br /&gt;its past my bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm so tired. =X&lt;br /&gt;tata peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114399109547595785?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114399109547595785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114399109547595785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114399109547595785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114399109547595785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/04/boohoo-its-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114372419137549832</id><published>2006-03-30T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:43:47.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm going bonkers.&lt;br /&gt;so many things has happened its hard for me to take them all in at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch. work. relationship.&lt;br /&gt;ok. relationship is ok actually. haha.&lt;br /&gt;its juz i tend to be over-sensitive over certain things.&lt;br /&gt;but how could i not be?&lt;br /&gt;i've heard too much. seen too much. experienced, not too much though.&lt;br /&gt;i dun haf much confidence in myself.&lt;br /&gt;smth i'm juz so afraid tat some bitches will juz steal my bf away from me.&lt;br /&gt;wat do i haf anyw?&lt;br /&gt;no looks. no figure. nth actually.&lt;br /&gt;and for ur information, bitches r usually pretty and sexy and everything a guy wans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. now u see.&lt;br /&gt;tis is wat i meant by being over-sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;maybe tis is e result of too many failed relationships.&lt;br /&gt;i need not juz assurance. but lots of assurance. ALL THE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shld juz get on wif more major stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sch and work.&lt;br /&gt;but i haf no wish to discuss my sch and work life here.&lt;br /&gt;so actually tis entire entry is totally unneccessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to detest my life.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so miserable.&lt;br /&gt;so much happened at once, i'm really going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm tumbling downhill already.&lt;br /&gt;i'm dying i'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;and who can understand? not many i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. bf coming back tml.&lt;br /&gt;finally someone to listen to all my childish whines and complains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114372419137549832?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114372419137549832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114372419137549832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114372419137549832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114372419137549832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-im-going-bonkers.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114354843732429419</id><published>2006-03-28T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T20:20:37.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>he booked in again. zZz&lt;br /&gt;fri den can book out.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lonely. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw.&lt;br /&gt;its e 4th wk of attachment.&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;2 wks and 4 and a half more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;den sch's gonna start.&lt;br /&gt;arghz. long story.&lt;br /&gt;now not looking fwd to sch reopen le.&lt;br /&gt;things r nv gonna be e same again. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall juz endure.&lt;br /&gt;and maybe suffer in silence.&lt;br /&gt;ok. maybe tats a bit exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;but. yarh. i'm still depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i shld juz go bang e wall and die.&lt;br /&gt;maybe things will be much easier tis way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant fri juz come faster? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;he's gonna be so tired. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to die. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114354843732429419?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114354843732429419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114354843732429419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114354843732429419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114354843732429419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/03/he-booked-in-again.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114319510485633515</id><published>2006-03-24T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:11:44.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MY DARLING IS BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally released from jail. LOL&lt;br /&gt;ok. he referred to NS as jail.&lt;br /&gt;ok la. quite true anyw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yarh. he's back. and i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;gotten myself drunk on wed.&lt;br /&gt;tis is so embarrassing. i shall not publicize it here. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114319510485633515?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114319510485633515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114319510485633515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114319510485633515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114319510485633515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-darling-is-back-finally-released.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114270009652508089</id><published>2006-03-19T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:41:36.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>actually.&lt;br /&gt;its tml already. LOL&lt;br /&gt;but i juz came back like an hr ago. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went kbox wif my colleagues today.&lt;br /&gt;actually.&lt;br /&gt;only me, kelyn and greferg went. -_- rite?&lt;br /&gt;but anyw. it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SIMPLY LOVE KBOX! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and they all can sing. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to meet mingyang at redhill after kbox.&lt;br /&gt;den went marina south for steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;YES. only e 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;isnt it pathetic? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mingyang was v funny on e way home.&lt;br /&gt;his farting jokes. blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;made kelyn and i laugh like mad. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;i juz uploaded 2 kbox pics i took today into my friendster.&lt;br /&gt;u guys an go take a look.&lt;br /&gt;will put up e rest on my multiply SOON. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114270009652508089?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114270009652508089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114270009652508089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114270009652508089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114270009652508089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/03/actually.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114240845939198311</id><published>2006-03-15T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:40:59.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a nitemare ytd. dunno whether its considered a nitemare anyw. but. yarh. it left me feeling blue e whole of today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was terrible la.&lt;br /&gt;i've been so moodless today.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt like my dream. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw.&lt;br /&gt;didnt go to work today.&lt;br /&gt;had diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;oso didnt know wat i ate. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is juz a bad day la.&lt;br /&gt;PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114240845939198311?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114240845939198311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114240845939198311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114240845939198311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114240845939198311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/03/had-nitemare-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114225714767331367</id><published>2006-03-13T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:39:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH GOODNESS!&lt;br /&gt;i seriously think my workplace is so infested wif blood-sucking creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ANNOYING MOSQUITOES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm like always a target la can.&lt;br /&gt;tis is so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;i haf to like keep scratching and scratching.&lt;br /&gt;its so ITCHY!&lt;br /&gt;think i kena like dunno how many bites le. ARGHZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;2 more interns  joined our comapany tis morning.&lt;br /&gt;better looking interns i can say. HAHA! (i'm juz so mean)&lt;br /&gt;one from NP and the other from NYP.&lt;br /&gt;good luck to e NP guy man. he's like working 6 mths la.&lt;br /&gt;he'll like kena e july intake. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i haf no life now.&lt;br /&gt;its like all work and work and work.&lt;br /&gt;BORING!&lt;br /&gt;i miss my schooling life. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i seriously miss my LWSSOM ppl.&lt;br /&gt;met gina tis afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;she's going to watch clara's perfomance lor. AND I CANT GO!&lt;br /&gt;*WHINES. coz of attachment! darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENDURE!&lt;br /&gt;4 wks and 4 and a half more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU JIA YOU! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114225714767331367?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114225714767331367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114225714767331367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114225714767331367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114225714767331367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-goodness-i-seriously-think-my.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114214759885474504</id><published>2006-03-12T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T15:13:18.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a sunday!&lt;br /&gt;its like. finally. no work today.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dun haf to wake up at 7 early in e morning le. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;tis is like such a goood news. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;new blogskin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was so bored i've decided to change my layout again.&lt;br /&gt;HEEHEE.&lt;br /&gt;tis is like. totally cool man.&lt;br /&gt;HIGH FASHION.&lt;br /&gt;i think it totally rawkks.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;a bit of attitude in it yarh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bg song is shan hu hai.&lt;br /&gt;MY FAVE SONG! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;nice hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;e thot of having to go to work tml juz dampened my mood. =(&lt;br /&gt;i still miss my bf dearly. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114214759885474504?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114214759885474504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114214759885474504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114214759885474504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114214759885474504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/03/woohooo-its-sunday-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114206763866915171</id><published>2006-03-11T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T17:00:38.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;one wk! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;now there's like 5 more wks to go!&lt;br /&gt;HOOORAY! =DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worked halfday today.&lt;br /&gt;actually it shouldnt even be opened la ok.&lt;br /&gt;not much ppl anyw. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only nice things i can say is tat we haf nice colleagues here.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its wkend!&lt;br /&gt;and no one wans to go out wif me!&lt;br /&gt;ARGHZ!&lt;br /&gt;stupid shit la.&lt;br /&gt;i wan to go out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAN TO WATCH THE SHAGGY DOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i shall repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAN TO WATCH THE SHAGGY DOG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any kind souls willing to acc me watch?&lt;br /&gt;i'm juz so lonely without my bf la. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114206763866915171?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114206763866915171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114206763866915171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114206763866915171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114206763866915171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-one-wk-ddd-now-theres-like-5.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114199459500062740</id><published>2006-03-10T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T20:43:15.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>darling went in NS ytd morning. =(&lt;br /&gt;had e really had time saying goodbye e nite before he went in.&lt;br /&gt;and to add on my misery, i HAD to work on tat day.&lt;br /&gt;it was terrible la.&lt;br /&gt;it was beyond words to describe my misery. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told myself not to cry.&lt;br /&gt;but i still ended up tearing like shit after he went off. =(&lt;br /&gt;i juz cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;nitetime was e worst.&lt;br /&gt;cant stop thinking abt him.&lt;br /&gt;and ended up crying. coz i really missed him so badly.&lt;br /&gt;e thot of not being able to see him for so long really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found a goodbye letter in my bag from him e next morning.&lt;br /&gt;it was really a pleasant surprise. =))&lt;br /&gt;but i still teared as i read. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didnt haf e mood to work tat day.&lt;br /&gt;was missing him so terribly i always feel like crying in e office.&lt;br /&gt;it juz felt so weird not having to secretly sms him in e office.&lt;br /&gt;but i flooded his msg anyw.&lt;br /&gt;but its really weird not to be able to receive any replies.&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly feel so lonely. and equally sad. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he called ytd nite.&lt;br /&gt;and we chatted for ard 10mins only. den he had to go bathe ad pack up le.&lt;br /&gt;was so thrilled to receive his call la can.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if he'll be able to call tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working halfday tml.&lt;br /&gt;wat terrible working days man.&lt;br /&gt;we still gotta work on saturdays. =X&lt;br /&gt;so not looking fwd to working.&lt;br /&gt;but thank god its only half day tml. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY BF! *CRIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz e thot of not being able to see him for so long brings tears to my eyes. =(&lt;br /&gt;cant time juz pass faster? =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114199459500062740?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114199459500062740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114199459500062740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114199459500062740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114199459500062740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/03/darling-went-in-ns-ytd-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114156587353641364</id><published>2006-03-05T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:47:13.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;You scored as English.&lt;br /&gt;You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;English 100%&lt;br /&gt;Linguistics 100%&lt;br /&gt;Journalism 92%&lt;br /&gt;Theater 83%&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics 67%&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy 67%&lt;br /&gt;Engineering 67%&lt;br /&gt;Art 58%&lt;br /&gt;Psychology 58%&lt;br /&gt;Sociology 50%&lt;br /&gt;Dance 50%&lt;br /&gt;Anthropology 42%&lt;br /&gt;Biology 42%&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry 33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. one of e quizes tat i did.&lt;br /&gt;u can see v clearly tat i haf absolutely no talent in science stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;its a miracle tat i got 67% for engineering. and i thot i would flunk tat badly. maybe i do haf some engineering bones in me? Zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGHZ! ENGLISH! I WAN ENGLISH! I WAN JOURNALISM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. i juz realised tat jessica alba is hot! i love her man.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! i feel so lesbian suddenly. Zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114156587353641364?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114156587353641364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114156587353641364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114156587353641364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114156587353641364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-scored-as-english.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114153778807601208</id><published>2006-03-05T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T13:49:48.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so sad. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in totally no mood for my attachment tml la ok.&lt;br /&gt;and my bf's going NS on thurs. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm juz so sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114153778807601208?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114153778807601208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114153778807601208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114153778807601208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114153778807601208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114118560109098549</id><published>2006-03-01T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T12:00:01.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EXAMS R FINALLY OVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still feeling like so moodless.&lt;br /&gt;probably bcoz of my attachment ba.&lt;br /&gt;so not looking fwd towards it.&lt;br /&gt;working in NTU.&lt;br /&gt;doing projects wif e students there. =X&lt;br /&gt;think i'm gonna juz die la ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw.&lt;br /&gt;watched FD3 ytd.&lt;br /&gt;it was super disgusting! haha!&lt;br /&gt;though i didnt really see some scenes, but i was like peering through e sweater, and my bf described it to me. =X&lt;br /&gt;super EEKS~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;having class gathering on fri wif classmates.&lt;br /&gt;lunch at cine.&lt;br /&gt;and saturday. having c&amp;p outing at east coast. and sleepover at whoever's hse is available. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently lstening to tis v touching story on e radio. =(&lt;br /&gt;abt tis girl who've been playing e 3rd party.&lt;br /&gt;but den she regretted it and decided to break up wif e guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;dig sys was -_-" today.&lt;br /&gt;nth much to say.&lt;br /&gt;juz hopefully i can pass all my modules. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114118560109098549?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114118560109098549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114118560109098549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114118560109098549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114118560109098549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/03/exams-r-finally-over-but-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114070715983478572</id><published>2006-02-23T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:05:59.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 papers down.&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maths is gone le la.&lt;br /&gt;dun think i can get 65. =(&lt;br /&gt;oh well. but i've already did my best le.&lt;br /&gt;inet can pass. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;den now left server and dig sys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, can relax til next tues.&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm grabbing e chance. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;going kbox wif qx they all tml.&lt;br /&gt;and kbox wif my darling and his frenz on sat.&lt;br /&gt;think i'm gonna kbox til siao.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darling going ns soon.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm having my attachment soon.&lt;br /&gt;i've like nth to say la.&lt;br /&gt;darn siannified wif e above. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA BE SO LONELY. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i juz hope tat 2 yrs can pass faster.&lt;br /&gt;and i can graduate.&lt;br /&gt;and he can finish his ns.&lt;br /&gt;den. YAYNESS! haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114070715983478572?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114070715983478572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114070715983478572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114070715983478572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114070715983478572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/02/2-papers-down.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114026910017368806</id><published>2006-02-18T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T21:25:00.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOME IDIOT JUZ SCREWED MY PROJECT LA OK?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he deleted all e files. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;i hope his hands rot. his dick rots. and his balls fall off!&lt;br /&gt;and may he become an eunuch for his next 10 lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm tat evil.&lt;br /&gt;so u better not offend me.&lt;br /&gt;BEWARE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw.&lt;br /&gt;exams ard e corner.&lt;br /&gt;think i'm gonna fwd maths le.&lt;br /&gt;i need at least 65 to get a D-&lt;br /&gt;and no one can help me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN I POSSIBLY GET 65?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE ENGINEERING MATHS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114026910017368806?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114026910017368806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114026910017368806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114026910017368806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114026910017368806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/02/some-idiot-juz-screwed-my-project-la.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-114000143595273238</id><published>2006-02-15T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:03:55.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE VALENTINE'S DAY! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gave me a pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;it was so super sweet can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to e beach to stroll.&lt;br /&gt;sat at tis shelter thingy and looked at e sea, to be exact. =D&lt;br /&gt;it was nice la ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to watch e sunset together.&lt;br /&gt;but e bee spoilt everything. =X&lt;br /&gt;HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den we went to LONG BEACH for seafood.&lt;br /&gt;simply love e black peppered crabs.&lt;br /&gt;and FOR E FIRST TIME, i ate e body!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of myself la ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we went back to e beach.&lt;br /&gt;and he surprised me wif sparkles! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;it was really sweet beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;and den he gave me my present. another surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TAT WATCH! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and e flowers too!&lt;br /&gt;thank u so v much. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a really wonderful day ytd la. =DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-114000143595273238?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/114000143595273238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=114000143595273238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114000143595273238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/114000143595273238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-valentines-day-ddd-he-gave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113972002646624254</id><published>2006-02-12T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:53:46.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WALA! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here i am again!&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm crazy la. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO IN VALENTINE'S MOOD NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i feel like changing my blog layout AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;into a more valentine's mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;laadeedaa. =X&lt;br /&gt;i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lazy to edit e layout again la. =X&lt;br /&gt;though i haf nth better to do e whole day today again la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;when i'm bored i'll most probably come and post a blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;so dun be surprised if u find million entries in a day.&lt;br /&gt;bcoz i'm always bored. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll change e blog layout AGAIN later in e afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grandparents coming over later in e evening.&lt;br /&gt;my parents initially wanted to take them out to east coast for dinner de.&lt;br /&gt;but they want to eat at e coffeeshop near my hse instead.&lt;br /&gt;utter disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u believe i actually had been staying at home e past 3 days?!&lt;br /&gt;exclude going to kau fu's hse la ok.&lt;br /&gt;coz it made no diff.&lt;br /&gt;e boredom is still e same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sick of staying at home already.&lt;br /&gt;its either i rot in front of e computer or rot somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;in e end i'm still rotten. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANT STAND IT ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get out of e hse! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113972002646624254?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113972002646624254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113972002646624254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113972002646624254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113972002646624254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/02/wala-xd-and-here-i-am-again-i-think-im.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113967705138196966</id><published>2006-02-12T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T00:57:31.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I KNOW I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;i said i was gonna slp already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.&lt;br /&gt;my hair's still wet wat.&lt;br /&gt;might as well blog a short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at kau fu's hse today.&lt;br /&gt;or shld i say ytd, looking at e time now.&lt;br /&gt;no words can describe it man.&lt;br /&gt;it was total &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no extra details needed man. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.&lt;br /&gt;and cousin pris was talking abt tis.&lt;br /&gt;well. try pronouncing these sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the bald man is bored.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the bored man is bald.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting, isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess my hair is getting dry le?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll add another entry tml when i wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA! =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;*zooooooooms off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113967705138196966?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113967705138196966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113967705138196966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113967705138196966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113967705138196966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-know-i-know-i-said-i-was-gonna-slp.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113963544692166504</id><published>2006-02-11T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T14:16:19.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOORAAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally got my new layout done. =))&lt;br /&gt;colourful yarh?&lt;br /&gt;*SQUEAKS. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kelly clarkson's because of you&lt;/em&gt; as bg song.&lt;br /&gt;takes some time to load though. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, juz had my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;MEE HOON KUAY AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;*grins. i know i know. me and my stupid cravings.&lt;br /&gt;i juz cant help it u know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been reading my previous entries.&lt;br /&gt;those long ago entries.&lt;br /&gt;they somehow brought a smile back to my face. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alot of sch stuffs. ponning stuffs. fun stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;its juz so nice to juz sit here and think abt wat kind of life i've been leading in e past.&lt;br /&gt;oh those sweet memories. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to kau fu's hse later in e evening.&lt;br /&gt;pssst. actually. i'm not v looking forward towards it.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! shhhh. dun tell anyone i told u tis.&lt;br /&gt;*GRINS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be much 'colder' without popo and gonggong living there.&lt;br /&gt;oh the coldness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still wondering wat am i gonna do til 5plus today.&lt;br /&gt;projects? nah.&lt;br /&gt;i'm stuck la. dunno how to do le.&lt;br /&gt;guess i may need some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not as hardworking as u think i am.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe u dun think i am hardworking at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent had cold drinks, ice cream and chocolates for like centuries le!&lt;br /&gt;when can my cough stop? HUH?&lt;br /&gt;when can my phlem go away? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;laadeedaa!&lt;br /&gt;wat a boring day! =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113963544692166504?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113963544692166504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113963544692166504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113963544692166504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113963544692166504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/02/hooraay-finally-got-my-new-layout-done.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113955156608540187</id><published>2006-02-10T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:06:06.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm still coughing!&lt;br /&gt;for god's sake!&lt;br /&gt;it has been like sooooo long le lor.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sad la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STILL CRAVING FOR KBOX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;still cant sing. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liting jio me go kbox ytd.&lt;br /&gt;wanted so badly to go la can.&lt;br /&gt;but juz cant sing wif tis voice of mine.&lt;br /&gt;though my voice is like much better le la.&lt;br /&gt;but still got lots of phlem.&lt;br /&gt;sickening! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rushing for projects nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;iprg esp.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not even half done lor pls. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;can someone like help me?&lt;br /&gt;how do i actually do e pop out error msg box or e welcome msg box?&lt;br /&gt;huh? huh? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M DYING!&lt;br /&gt;laaadeedaa. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! v'day's ard e corner!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping for surprises. *winks winks.&lt;br /&gt;DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;actually juz spending it wif e person i love is enough.&lt;br /&gt;*SQUEALS. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PONDERS PONDERS.&lt;br /&gt;wat should i wear? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. one thing.&lt;br /&gt;juz heard chen wei lian's song on e radio.&lt;br /&gt;EEKS!&lt;br /&gt;i DUN like him. =X&lt;br /&gt;period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113955156608540187?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113955156608540187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113955156608540187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113955156608540187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113955156608540187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-still-coughing-for-gods-sake-it-has.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113923680407371012</id><published>2006-02-06T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:44:40.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!&lt;br /&gt;i've been sick since e first day of CNY.&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm coughing darn badly.&lt;br /&gt;and its making my voice change.&lt;br /&gt;its darn horrible now la ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAN KBOX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psssst. but wif my voice like tis now.&lt;br /&gt;i doubt i can sing. =(&lt;br /&gt;tis is so saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cruise has been OKAY. =x&lt;br /&gt;e first day was fine.&lt;br /&gt;had fine exploring e ship.&lt;br /&gt;it was HUGE. like titanic. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;watched perfomance and movies.&lt;br /&gt;and EAT and EAT and EAT non stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dun worry, i didnt gain weight. hees&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e 2nd day afternooon was OKAY too.&lt;br /&gt;spent e day taking pics.&lt;br /&gt;and watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;and EAT and EAT and EAT again. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;still slim, dun worry. =P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was -_-" when it comes to nite le.&lt;br /&gt;we've finished exploring e WHOLE ship.&lt;br /&gt;ah mun and i juz laid and watched e BLACK BLACK sky, which totally looked like a black wallaper in front of us for hrs.&lt;br /&gt;we totally rotted. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still prefer gentings.&lt;br /&gt;i miss e 'saw' horse and e 'saw' deer and e bao meili ride.&lt;br /&gt;it was awesome! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;love my white dress.&lt;br /&gt;actually. i love all my new yr clothes. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;eyelids getting heavy AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;maz be e medicine effect. Zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOODNITE peeps.&lt;br /&gt;shall blog again IF i can squeeze in some time.&lt;br /&gt;=DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113923680407371012?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113923680407371012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113923680407371012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113923680407371012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113923680407371012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/02/omg-ive-been-sick-since-e-first-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113827592511099692</id><published>2006-01-26T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:45:25.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1 MORE DAY TO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CRUISE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very excited. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but. i'm gonna miss my darling. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sniff sniff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*KOALAS KOALAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be back on sunday.&lt;br /&gt;miss me peeps. =P&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna miss u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a very very very HAPPY CNY  &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;in advance&lt;/span&gt; here to u guys.&lt;br /&gt;*BIG BIG SMILES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113827592511099692?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113827592511099692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113827592511099692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113827592511099692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113827592511099692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/01/1-more-day-to-cruise-very-very-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113781892484164255</id><published>2006-01-21T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T12:48:44.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;6 MORE DAYS TO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CRUISE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113781892484164255?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113781892484164255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113781892484164255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113781892484164255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113781892484164255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/01/6-more-days-to-cruise-im-so-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113688345385481570</id><published>2006-01-10T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T17:02:26.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;another boring day.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i feel tat i'm rather contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;when there's sch, i'll hope tat it'll be hol soon, vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;contradicting eh?&lt;br /&gt;juz finished reading thomas hoover's syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;lots of bio stuffs. which i've already learnt, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;abt how telemeres would shorten til e cells eventually die everytime cells multiply themselves and stem cells cures.&lt;br /&gt;it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. enough of bio stuffs. haha!&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was so bored i had lots of time to think back lots of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;mummy made me cry juz now.&lt;br /&gt;no. not bcoz she scolded me or anything for god's sake!&lt;br /&gt;we were talking abt 1st and 4th uncle.&lt;br /&gt;how coincidentalal they would both pass away at e same time.&lt;br /&gt;well almost.&lt;br /&gt;could it be smth to do from e other side of e world?&lt;br /&gt;their deaths were most unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;and it remained a mystery til today.&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i cried.&lt;br /&gt;it has been 3++ yrs.&lt;br /&gt;yet e wound is like still so raw in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;guess it had been a terrible experience for me ba.&lt;br /&gt;i can still vaguely remember how i broke down in front of their coffins when i rushed to their funeral after sch.&lt;br /&gt;and how yh had tried to console me, but not much use anyw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyw, been thinking alot abt my sec sch too.&lt;br /&gt;how i miss my sec sch life.&lt;br /&gt;everything. is so memorable to me.&lt;br /&gt;poly is like. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;its so different.&lt;br /&gt;if only i haf a time machine. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;but i think if i ever got hold of a time machine, i'll juz sell it and get e money.&lt;br /&gt;WALA! i can turn into a millionaire overnite!&lt;br /&gt;so wat if i could turn back time?&lt;br /&gt;i might not be able to change anything anyw.&lt;br /&gt;in fact, if i actually did change smth, i guess alot of things will be affected in e future. and i may regret it again.&lt;br /&gt;so wats e use of turning back time?&lt;br /&gt;i wun deny tat i used to haf thots of turning back time to amend my silly mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;but come to think of it now, it all sounds so silly.&lt;br /&gt;why keep looking back into e past?&lt;br /&gt;we cant possibly stay in shadows of e past forverer.&lt;br /&gt;if i've ever made any mistakes in e past, there's no point dwelling over it and hoping tat a time machine would appear.&lt;br /&gt;instead, dun make e same mistakes again, and look into e future, not e past. =D&lt;br /&gt;i've finally enlightened myself, thanks to e boredom. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113688345385481570?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113688345385481570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113688345385481570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113688345385481570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113688345385481570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/01/another-rainy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113660762886316536</id><published>2006-01-07T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T12:20:28.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YIPPEE!&lt;br /&gt;exams finally over!&lt;br /&gt;and its like *phew~~~* for so many lor.&lt;br /&gt;tues was e worst day i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;pia for server on mon nite til 230.&lt;br /&gt;den chatted wif darling til 430. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;and woke up at 630 coz server is at 830am!&lt;br /&gt;den pia for maths til dunno wat time at e library.&lt;br /&gt;den went for early dinner at fc1. den went back to e library to study abit.&lt;br /&gt;maths was at 530 for ur information.&lt;br /&gt;so we finished at 7.&lt;br /&gt;it was gone case la anyw.&lt;br /&gt;practically everyone came out and shake head.&lt;br /&gt;and i do mean ppl from other classes too!&lt;br /&gt;wanted to study dig sys tat nite one, but really dying le.&lt;br /&gt;too tired. so studied e next day.&lt;br /&gt;anyw dig sys was at 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;went sch early to look for freddie.&lt;br /&gt;den he taught abit. haha!&lt;br /&gt;den went fc4 for early dinner oso. and we chatted til 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;and i passed inet!&lt;br /&gt;YAY! =D haha!&lt;br /&gt;and iprg mcqs too!&lt;br /&gt;it was a miracle ok?&lt;br /&gt;coz i didnt study for iprg due to high fever e day before.&lt;br /&gt;and i still can pass.&lt;br /&gt;tis is wat i call luck. haha! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;but den e short qns r -_-: la ok. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after iprg shi fu was whining at everyone to go selegie to eat beancurd.&lt;br /&gt;we WERE supposed to go, for ur information.&lt;br /&gt;it was already planned since tues. haha! rite?&lt;br /&gt;but den everyone ps-ed.&lt;br /&gt;angeline said dunno wat need to buy puppy food, and choonlin said she wanna go home pack her shelves or watever, and sharon wan go meet bf. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;v wonderful excuses.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i can find excuses like tis.&lt;br /&gt;maybe next time i can say i need to go home and feed e ants at e corridor if not e poor little things will starve.&lt;br /&gt;GREAT. our class is so united. i juz love my class so much.&lt;br /&gt;in e end only me, shi fu and shi xiong went. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;if our class ever get to go out together (except chalets or picnics since everyone paid $$$ already) i think e sun will rise from e west.&lt;br /&gt;and i dun mean places like cck for goodness sake. (my class ppl simply LOVES cck. everyone seems to vote for tat place everytime we were deciding where to hang out.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was planning to go library aferwards.&lt;br /&gt;but e weather doest look too gd sia. =( dark clouds looming.&lt;br /&gt;lalala. i shall wait patiently for my mum to come home wif my beancurd.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so influeneced by shi fu now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm craving for beancurd. lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113660762886316536?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113660762886316536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113660762886316536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113660762886316536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113660762886316536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/01/yippee-exams-finally-over-and-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113612639319184667</id><published>2006-01-01T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T22:39:53.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel so violated!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on xmas eve and new yr's eve tis yr, i was at orchard rd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and damn it was FULL of bangalas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wats wrong wif them invading our orchard rds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok. i haf nth against them going to orchard rd. tat is, IF they were not there molesting our girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wats their prob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;one of them even squeezed my butt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tat IDIOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wat were the police there for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;USELESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've heard of many cases tat bangalas were touching and groping girls on their breasts and butts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm not racist. but i really HATE them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and ytd one of them brushed across my breast 'accidentally'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wat e hell is wrong wif them man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maybe e gorvernment shld ban them from coming to orchard rd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ok. i know some of our sg guys molest girls too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tats wat i've heard from my bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to my bf: pls stay away from these kind of ppl, unless u're one of them. coz i despise them. they can jolly well go home and self-pleasure themselves if they wan. its none of my business. but taking advantages of girls in crowded areas? tats DESPICABLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've even heard of a case tat a guy (a bangala i heard) rubbed his fngers against a girl's vagina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wat e hell is wrong wif u guys anyw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but if u're a bangala and u're reading tis (which is highly impossible), do not feel angry immediately. instead, feel ashamed of ur countrymen for doing such despicable acts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i know not all bangalas r lidat. but MOST of e molest cases which i heard r bangalas. so pardon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm not racist, i shall state here again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i despise molesters of ALL races. including our v own singapore guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm v ashamed of u i maz say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to all molesters who happen to read tis (which i suppose none): if ur girl was e one being groped, how would u like tat, huh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i'm still cursing tat guy who squeezed my butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;HUH?! u dun haf butt izzit? cannot squeeze ur own ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;go hoem and self-pleasure for all i care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and STOP molesting girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;may lightning strike u down. u idiot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113612639319184667?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113612639319184667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113612639319184667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113612639319184667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113612639319184667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-so-violated-on-xmas-eve-and-new.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113561941317047064</id><published>2005-12-27T01:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T01:50:13.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so darn pissed now. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will u stop throwing temper at me? huh?&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do anything wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop lying to me. pls.&lt;br /&gt;one day i'm gonna stop trusting u if tis carries on.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wats wrong wif reading xiaxue's blog?! HUH?! #$%$@#&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u ppl think i'm petty and unreasonable and spoilt and pampered and troublesome and idiotic and bimbotic and irritating and unbearable etc etc? HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE! den go bounce off somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;dun waste ur breath telling me u hate me.&lt;br /&gt;if u dun like me. i wun like u either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls go and think abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i only appreciate ppl who knows how to appreciate me. there WILL be someone who can appreciate me e way i am.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. and i'm still darn pissed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113561941317047064?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113561941317047064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113561941317047064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113561941317047064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113561941317047064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-darn-pissed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113558440889711724</id><published>2005-12-26T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T16:06:48.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hees. went for xmas countdown on e 24th.&lt;br /&gt;it was a rather last min decision though.&lt;br /&gt;was supposed to go for xmas dinner at uncle's place.&lt;br /&gt;but den didnt feel like going.&lt;br /&gt;den vl msged. asked whether wanna go countdown. HOHO!&lt;br /&gt;so we went lor. =D&lt;br /&gt;but in e end only me, vl, munyeng and alvin lor. =(&lt;br /&gt;met up wif vl at je.&lt;br /&gt;was so SUPER hungry on e way.&lt;br /&gt;den went taka there and met up wif munyeng. =D&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner at phin's steakhouse.&lt;br /&gt;den we got interested in e xmas hats tat everyone was wearing.&lt;br /&gt;so afetr dinner we went to search.&lt;br /&gt;den bought tis snow spray instead.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone on e streets started spraying here and there. LOL&lt;br /&gt;it was WAR! -_-"&lt;br /&gt;den we found e hats.&lt;br /&gt;and den i realised my hp was stolen. =(&lt;br /&gt;was so DARN sad. *CRIES.&lt;br /&gt;den met up wif alvin at e xmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;and he did brightened up my day by giving me a piglet. =D&lt;br /&gt;thanks alot gu po! *SMILES.&lt;br /&gt;after tat we went coffee bean for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;where we talked abt e blue elmo. which turns out to be cookie monster. LOL&lt;br /&gt;and alvin said it looked like munyeng! LOL&lt;br /&gt;den we went back to e WAR AREA.&lt;br /&gt;tis time it got worse.&lt;br /&gt;those guys were crazy.&lt;br /&gt;i totally looked like a snowman ok? -_-"&lt;br /&gt;think i swallowed LOTS of foam already.&lt;br /&gt;if i suddenly die of poisoning u know who to get. =X&lt;br /&gt;oh. and it was extremely squeezy.&lt;br /&gt;and DAMN IT. my butt got squeezed.&lt;br /&gt;CURSE tat guy. tat IDIOT! total ASSHOLE.&lt;br /&gt;may his dick rot. and hands rot.&lt;br /&gt;same goes to e person who stole my phone.&lt;br /&gt;and did i mention tat alvin's phone got stolen too?&lt;br /&gt;curse tat guy too.&lt;br /&gt;did i mention tat i got into a fight wif a guy wif took my hat?&lt;br /&gt;LOL luckily e police wasnt nearby. PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;guess i was too angry abt my hp thingy le.&lt;br /&gt;ok. i shall cool down. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;anyw we went home looking like we've been in a war.&lt;br /&gt;defeated in e war. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ytd was xmas. as well as my 5th anniversary wif darling. =DD&lt;br /&gt;yupps yupps.&lt;br /&gt;he came to pick me up. wif FLOWERS! *GRINS.&lt;br /&gt;i love flowers. haha!&lt;br /&gt;den we went for dinner at marche.&lt;br /&gt;think we spent abt 2 hrs in there.&lt;br /&gt;i love e strawberry milkshake! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;i shall order tat e next time i go marche again.&lt;br /&gt;after dinner we went to join e crowds. haha.&lt;br /&gt;still alot of ppl. but not as much as xmas eve.&lt;br /&gt;wanted to choose a present.&lt;br /&gt;but nth caught my eye. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;oh well. it doesnt matter anyw. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113558440889711724?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113558440889711724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113558440889711724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113558440889711724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113558440889711724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2005/12/hees.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113532838298731936</id><published>2005-12-23T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:59:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went MoS ytd.&lt;br /&gt;actually nth much.&lt;br /&gt;juz wanna say tat. its really BIG. but the music there is -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i prefer zouk!!! =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was mostly at e retro there la.&lt;br /&gt;coz qx they all found a place to sit there.&lt;br /&gt;didnt reallly dance much.&lt;br /&gt;partly bcoz of e music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;i dun like!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and. tis fat guy was using up too much space. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;his hands kept swinging ard and he hit me a few times already! =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and there was tis girl who danced like mr bean. LOL&lt;br /&gt;didnt realise til liting told me. or was it richard?&lt;br /&gt;ok. i shall be nice and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113532838298731936?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113532838298731936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113532838298731936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113532838298731936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113532838298731936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2005/12/went-mos-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113491587775860434</id><published>2005-12-18T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T22:24:37.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so bored.&lt;br /&gt;juz simply rotted tis sunday away.&lt;br /&gt;anyw, my previous post sounded abit... harsh?&lt;br /&gt;but no. i'm not gonna apologise.&lt;br /&gt;its a fact tat thay should reflect on their acts.&lt;br /&gt;if u were me and sharon, u'll understand.&lt;br /&gt;if not, u probably will think i'm juz a petty spoilt pampered unreasonable princess.&lt;br /&gt;so i wun bother explaining.&lt;br /&gt;pls. if u're nice to me, i'll be nice to u.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously cant describe e disappointment in me. =(&lt;br /&gt;somehow i feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;been thinking so much. i dunno who i can really call my frenz.&lt;br /&gt;probably its bcoz of my boredom tat i'm thinking so much ba.&lt;br /&gt;i've really got nth else to distract me le.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having a movie gathering wif sec sch peeps tml.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it'll turn out fine ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dunno why i haf tis v peculiar feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so weird.&lt;br /&gt;i cant describe it.&lt;br /&gt;juz. simply. feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;i need a hug. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;and i miss my darling. badly. *KOALAS KOALAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113491587775860434?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113491587775860434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113491587775860434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113491587775860434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113491587775860434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113436432168875801</id><published>2005-12-12T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T13:26:47.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. lots of lab tests tis wk.&lt;br /&gt;and currently juz finished server lab.&lt;br /&gt;cant finish e last 2 parts. but can pass.&lt;br /&gt;anyw darn pissed off today.&lt;br /&gt;asked them qns abt e lab test and they answered stupid ans. -_-&lt;br /&gt;like i asked, wats pointer? and she answered, pointer is pointer.&lt;br /&gt;hello? i'm like desperately trying to ask for some help before e lab test and ppl can be selfish.&lt;br /&gt;and wats wif purposely changing seats so tat we couldnt ask him wat to do during e lab?&lt;br /&gt;wat r frenz for?&lt;br /&gt;and i thot frenz r supposed to help each other?&lt;br /&gt;wats up wif them huh?&lt;br /&gt;arghz! and projects....... why do ppl always leave us out? huh?&lt;br /&gt;can u ppl stop acting like we're best of frenz and den juz suddenly leave us alone when u need u?&lt;br /&gt;do i even need these kind of frenz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know computing is not my forte.&lt;br /&gt;tats why i serously need LOTS of help.&lt;br /&gt;and frenz who would help. NOT leave me in e lurch when i need help most.&lt;br /&gt;the last thing i wanna know is how hardworking u r.&lt;br /&gt;so stop showing off.&lt;br /&gt;i dun need to know tat u read EVERY SINGLE SECOND. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sighs. why do i like my sec sch more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm too fed up to continue.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hope u ppl will reflect on ur acts. =X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113436432168875801?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113436432168875801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113436432168875801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113436432168875801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113436432168875801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2005/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113358858601000099</id><published>2005-12-03T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T13:43:06.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAIKUAN!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to celebrate laikuan's bday ytd wif munyeng and chenghui.&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda saddening tat only e few of us could make it la.&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, it was fun la.&lt;br /&gt;went to meet them at bugis pastamania rite after my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;den all of us, except laikuan, ate prawns and shrooms. haha!&lt;br /&gt;den crapped again lor. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;and laughed. not as much as e previous time though.&lt;br /&gt;but my throat got kinda weird after e laughings. =X&lt;br /&gt;went to ermm.. dunno wat hotel to buy cakes.&lt;br /&gt;den we waited there til 8 o clock coz got half price. haha!&lt;br /&gt;den proceeded to kbox at je! =D&lt;br /&gt;chenghui den went back to celebrate her bro's bday.&lt;br /&gt;actually e kbox at je kinda sucks. haha!&lt;br /&gt;but coz we thot tat it would be cheaper to take a cab home from je than cck.&lt;br /&gt;den all along munyeng was complaining tat e cck kbox is e best. LOL&lt;br /&gt;anyw we got kinda cold after a few songs le lor.&lt;br /&gt;wonder if its their strategy to make us cold so tat we would bth and leave earlier?&lt;br /&gt;think we got so cold our voices quivers and we cant sing properly. haha!&lt;br /&gt;den munyeng and i got really crazy bcoz of e coldness le.&lt;br /&gt;we kept jumping ard and dancing e stupid mr bean and chicken little dance. LOL&lt;br /&gt;den we pulled our ears and did exercises. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;only laikuan had a jacket ytd lor.&lt;br /&gt;and it was passed ard. haha! we took turns to wear it.&lt;br /&gt;den our HOT lemon honey. or was it honey lemon, became COLD e moment it was taken into e room. *grumbles.&lt;br /&gt;but anyw, darling was v SWEET.&lt;br /&gt;he took sweater for me in spite of e rain and his sickness juz bcoz i told him i was cold.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so darn touched. =DDD&lt;br /&gt;anyw i think we sang til ard 2? or was it earlier?&lt;br /&gt;den we cabbed back.&lt;br /&gt;there was tis guy below my blk who kept looking at me. when i alighted from e cab.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN IT LA.&lt;br /&gt;i shot him a mean glare and got in e lift.&lt;br /&gt;but i got home safely anyw. haha! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113358858601000099?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113358858601000099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113358858601000099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113358858601000099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113358858601000099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-laikuan-d-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113323886336154581</id><published>2005-11-29T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T12:34:23.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pics taken at Art of Music's opening. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(congrats to kok leong =D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/1600/aom%20opening%20056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/320/aom%20opening%20056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; vincent and i at Art of Music's opening. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/1600/aom%20opening%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/320/aom%20opening%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tats me and clara. HEH. me and my stupid face. i juz LOVE my furball earrings! *SMILES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/1600/aom%20opening%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7805/394/320/aom%20opening%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red and white. i made new frenz! tis was taken at kok leong's sch's opening. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113323886336154581?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113323886336154581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113323886336154581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113323886336154581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113323886336154581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2005/11/pics-taken-at-art-of-musics-opening.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113282599237406231</id><published>2005-11-24T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:53:12.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time no blog. Zzz&lt;br /&gt;anyw juz a quick update on myself ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BROKE!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis is darn sad news ok.&lt;br /&gt;there r lots of clothes i wanna buy. *pouts.&lt;br /&gt;xmas's coming. and i wan new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;and my foundation's going on low supply already.&lt;br /&gt;and i think i still owe mummy some money. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. overslept today AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;den went for e 1 o clock class lor.&lt;br /&gt;lect was so boring.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, we bought tidbits in e lect hall and eat there as if we're watching a movie. haha!&lt;br /&gt;kept eating sour plums. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;den e tuturial was -_-" oso lor.&lt;br /&gt;kept playing games.&lt;br /&gt;played e whole 1 hr. haha!&lt;br /&gt;poor lecturer. he looked so innocent.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. smth fishy's going on. Zzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113282599237406231?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113282599237406231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113282599237406231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113282599237406231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113282599237406231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-time-no-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113110702017000918</id><published>2005-11-04T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:24:38.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;clubbing so rawkks!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha!! went zouk wif sec sch peeps on weds.&lt;br /&gt;e queue outside was like terrible can.&lt;br /&gt;and we queued for exactly 3 hrs and 15mins. yupps. tats rite.&lt;br /&gt;was like so siannified while queueing lor.&lt;br /&gt;and so many ppl cutting queue!!! WTH.&lt;br /&gt;and they nearly wanted to give up waiting.&lt;br /&gt;but heng they didnt. =P&lt;br /&gt;went in like 1245am.&lt;br /&gt;and it was so super crowded tat we almost couldnt move. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;den ppl kept on pushing here and there coz some wanna get in and some getting out. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;and some guy touched me! =X arghz!&lt;br /&gt;but anyw. dancing was super fun i tell u.&lt;br /&gt;though it was squeezy la.&lt;br /&gt;all e songs were super nice. =D&lt;br /&gt;went up for a drink at ard 3am.&lt;br /&gt;den we all danced in front of e bartender. haha!&lt;br /&gt;can look after our drinks at e same time ma.&lt;br /&gt;=D it juz so rawkks la. woooohoooo~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113110702017000918?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113110702017000918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113110702017000918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113110702017000918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113110702017000918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2005/11/clubbing-so-rawkks-d-haha-went-zouk.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113059241203509512</id><published>2005-10-29T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T21:29:02.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some personality tests i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your view on yourself: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;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship: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;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The seriousness of your love: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;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You desire a love that will last forever. You are quite serious about finding this type of love, and that's why you think carefully about the men that you meet before deciding whether you could really love them. You don't just develop a crush on someone overnight: you look at a person's personality and other aspects of their life before deciding to form an attachment. If a guy doesn't meet your expectations, you would rather be alone. Your love has to be perfect.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are always cheerful and charming. You never get too serious with people when they're around, but when you are alone, you think carefully about what they have said. That's because you don't want anyone to see you being too somber. Your personality means you have a lot of friends and you are often the center of attention. Many people who fall into this category become artists and movie stars, perhaps fame could be yours in the future as well. You recover quickly from disappointment. But when you feel that things are going wrong, you will react immediately. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;You are extremely attractive to the opposite sex. You are not only good looking but your personality is also charming in many ways.You know how to get along with people and can allocate your time well. You are always popular among the opposite sex. Did you notice that you are a "hot target" among the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;You can easily attract the opposite sex. Basically you are a very popular person, so many people like to chat with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. shruggs. -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113059241203509512?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113059241203509512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113059241203509512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113059241203509512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113059241203509512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2005/10/some-personality-tests-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113034801727017429</id><published>2005-10-27T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T01:47:23.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa! wat a fun day lor. hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;went to cut fringe in e afternoon first while they go play bowling.&lt;br /&gt;den met up wif darling for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;den went orchard.&lt;br /&gt;met up wif e rest at taka there.&lt;br /&gt;den we went to heeren.&lt;br /&gt;kinda got separated into 2 lor.&lt;br /&gt;me and munyeng went to shop while e rest disappeared. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;den later we figured tat they maz haf been searching for munyeng's present. haha!&lt;br /&gt;den munyeng and i shopped ard lor.&lt;br /&gt;looked ard for nice funky shirts but to no avail. =( saddening.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. but we made a fren at e earring shop there.&lt;br /&gt;haha! forgot e name of e shop.&lt;br /&gt;nice chatting wif her. wahahha!! =D&lt;br /&gt;after tat we went to e watch shop. or was it before? i forgot. =X&lt;br /&gt;den got tis song which steven lim danced half naked to. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;munyeng and i immediately burst into laugters lor.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;it was so funny. we couldnt control our laughter. =P&lt;br /&gt;i think ppl thot we're crazy. but oh well. its juz so funny. =P&lt;br /&gt;waited at e neoprint shop there for e rest.&lt;br /&gt;den took neoprints.&lt;br /&gt;it was FUN! and FUNNY! hehe. =D&lt;br /&gt;den went for LATE LATE LATE dinner at pastamania.&lt;br /&gt;it was there e craps began lor.&lt;br /&gt;crapped abt wat set fire to e sea thingy.&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS HILARIOUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;let me tell u our schedule la:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;12am to 6am - fishing/set fire to e sea. 6am to 12pm - kayaking. 12pm to 6pm - hyss (maybe sewing our crocodile leather bag in e home econs room) 6pm to 12am - kbox.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;den vl become &lt;em&gt;FIRE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;den munyeng become &lt;em&gt;ACID&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and i become &lt;em&gt;GAMMA RAY&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;for which i was stunned there for like dunno how many secs. -_-" i didnt even say anything and they gave me names. poor thing rite? HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;and chenghui is &lt;em&gt;ALKALINE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and qx is &lt;em&gt;TOXIC WASTE&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and yh become &lt;em&gt;WATER&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;laughed til my throat now abit sore le la.&lt;br /&gt;oh man. so long nv laugh til lidat le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i miss my darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113034801727017429?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113034801727017429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113034801727017429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113034801727017429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113034801727017429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2005/10/whoa-wat-fun-day-lor.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-113030106366338468</id><published>2005-10-26T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T12:31:03.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>our 3rd mth ytd. xD&lt;br /&gt;didnt really celebrate much la.&lt;br /&gt;coz darling had to work in e evening.&lt;br /&gt;so had lunch instead of dinner lor.&lt;br /&gt;and he gave me flowers!! *SQUEALS. =D&lt;br /&gt;went to eat din tai fung at paragon.&lt;br /&gt;den kena trapped there for dunno how long coz it was pouring outside. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;and e roof leaked water de.&lt;br /&gt;so funny. hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;den sort of like rotted ard there lor.&lt;br /&gt;walked here and there til e rain finally became drizzle.&lt;br /&gt;walked to taka mac.&lt;br /&gt;sat there for like half an hr.&lt;br /&gt;den he sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;poor thing. he was so tired he was sleeping in e bus. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-113030106366338468?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/113030106366338468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=113030106366338468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113030106366338468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/113030106366338468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2005/10/our-3rd-mth-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10066138.post-112972817826703417</id><published>2005-10-19T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:22:58.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i passed all my modules.&lt;br /&gt;but wats e point? =(&lt;br /&gt;i aint even a slightest bit happy abt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10066138-112972817826703417?l=17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/feeds/112972817826703417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10066138&amp;postID=112972817826703417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/112972817826703417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10066138/posts/default/112972817826703417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://17pinkmushrooms.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-passed-all-my-modules.html' title=''/><author><name>karin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04305450513809275014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
