<?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-6176557847083946890</id><updated>2011-08-02T04:13:10.609+08:00</updated><category term='Photo Creds F21'/><category term='Quiz:Cheryl&apos;s Blog'/><category term='Deviantart'/><title type='text'>Burning Out Tonight</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-3110611551063196904</id><published>2010-03-17T23:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T23:35:44.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No one</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I am moving through the crowds, trying to find myself&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a guitar thats never played, will someone strum away.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to talk to, can't decide what i want to do with my life, feeling like im screwing up everything in school, its so hard to talk make new friends or rather feel that people accept me for who i am, questioning everything about myself, feeling like ugly because of people's supposedly harmless comments.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At times like this, i really wonder what im living for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody really cares anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wonder what its like to feel worthless? Be me for a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must listen to inspiring songs like Get Up or Through the rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-3110611551063196904?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3110611551063196904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3110611551063196904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-one.html' title='No one'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6565239227079926641</id><published>2010-03-04T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:19:43.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bet the whole world is laughing at me right now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like a fool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; STUPID &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FOOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be back here anytime soon, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6565239227079926641?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6565239227079926641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6565239227079926641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-bet-whole-world-is-laughing-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-5736689125239211802</id><published>2010-02-28T09:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T09:35:36.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three is better than one</title><content type='html'>Met Emm and Odelia at parkway ystd to have a mini belated celebration for Ode. :)&lt;div&gt;Went to Sakae for food, then TM for Haagen Dazs, now we all can spell haagen dazs properly. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss them so much i swear! No wonder they say secondary school friends LAST FOR LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope i stay friends with all sec school people forever. I miss Jesslyn, and Denyse and THE WHOLE CLIQUE!!! AHHHH :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok nevermind. I will see you all in march!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go shopping i swear. I need racerback tanks, and camis etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need more dresses also. I NEED MORE CLOTHES, PERIOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha! okay back to reality, back to school, meeting emm and ode is like an escape. Can talk to them forever!&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/6176557847083946890-5736689125239211802?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/5736689125239211802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/5736689125239211802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2010/02/three-is-better-than-one.html' title='Three is better than one'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-2478699006561435178</id><published>2010-02-16T11:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T11:09:36.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best You Never Had</title><content type='html'>WHY MUST JC BE CO-ED.&lt;div&gt;DAMN IT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot interact with guys, I miss talking to girls about guys and insulting them. I wish Emm and Odelia would prove me wrong on all my shit opinions on guys but i was proven right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate the fact that i cannot talk about love/guys/people/things the way i use to in TK. I have to watch what i say if not i'll just insult half the human race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So annoying. My brother is getting REALLY annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More certain SG guys CMI, must migrate in future. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always love CNY :) CNY was good this year too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'll delete this post soon, or private my blog, i hope no one in my current school finds this site. Gosh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT HAVE I BECOME?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-2478699006561435178?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2478699006561435178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2478699006561435178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2010/02/best-you-never-had.html' title='The Best You Never Had'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-2852200449589173117</id><published>2010-02-12T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:08:48.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take 5</title><content type='html'>SANDSATIONAL :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha, sentosa early in the morning, my arms have to different colours now! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay i got into Raffles Runway! :O Cool. Hahah, i didn't think i'd make it, so... we'll see how it goes. Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with clique, everyone has such funny stories, i talked till my voice went sore! I miss you people! We must try to meet up every month okay! I hope you have tons of fun in JC/Poly, study hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love love love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-2852200449589173117?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2852200449589173117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2852200449589173117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2010/02/take-5.html' title='Take 5'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-2565939668295052338</id><published>2010-02-10T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:41:10.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time for updates</title><content type='html'>I failed GP vocab test. HAHAHA, and only 3 people passed.&lt;div&gt;I didn't do that well in Math test :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got in Chinese dance and rythmic gym, but am going for chinese dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raffles Runway trials tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take 5 at sentosa on friday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MT Party on 17th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dance camp on 19-20th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY STUDIES HOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok bye. Only contactable through phone and Email, Facebook kinda on hiatus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-2565939668295052338?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2565939668295052338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2565939668295052338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-time-for-updates.html' title='No time for updates'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1261378347608943312</id><published>2010-02-03T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:19:50.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the things i believe in</title><content type='html'>I've always dreamed my 2010 will be filled with wonderful stories to share, weekly/monthly meetups with friends i'll never forget, and everyone being happy, meeting new people, finding ourselves, being apart yet together. &lt;div&gt;I'll attempt to make this come true, but i'll need your help.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orientation with MT03 is one experience i'll remember for life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME. I don't care if "awesome" is used in all my post. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is officially starting :( Lectures, lectures, lectures. Sigh sigh sigh.&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/6176557847083946890-1261378347608943312?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1261378347608943312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1261378347608943312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-things-i-believe-in.html' title='All the things i believe in'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-3021650646650767874</id><published>2010-01-30T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:13:55.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When im with you i'll make every second count</title><content type='html'>I have to force myself to not think of TKGS. Everytime i see something/someone that reminds me of the clique, or lessons in Tk, of the school, of the teachers, my eyes sting.&lt;div&gt;I'll distract myself, so i dont end up crying in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im happy in RJ, but i'd be happier if I had you people around me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OGLs are nice,&lt;b&gt; MT03 IS AWESOME :)&lt;/b&gt; Orientation has been really fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, i dont deny the fact that i have to deliberately not think about the past 4 years, the girls i'll miss and love always, the people that i turn to when im upset. Funny assumptions made about teachers and talking about random things. Laughing until my stomache muscle aches. And studying together in class. All these little things i once regarded as normal, have now become special. I swear i'll never forget the 4 years, the last 2 years especially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss denyse, Jess, Emm, Ode, Juliana, Seowshi, Jocelyn, Cheryl, Adeline, Amanda, Zhiqian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyone i talk to in TKGS. We'll meet again, and i hope you'll have a wonderful 2 years, and please keep in touch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i have to stop before i cry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-3021650646650767874?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3021650646650767874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3021650646650767874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-im-with-you-ill-make-every-second.html' title='When im with you i&apos;ll make every second count'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-8841305212832017612</id><published>2010-01-23T09:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:06:27.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the sky turns grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1pXFnLgxTI/AAAAAAAABSA/BVMNaeW3Us4/s1600-h/22475_263467009844_755524844_3329888_2598605_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1pXFnLgxTI/AAAAAAAABSA/BVMNaeW3Us4/s400/22475_263467009844_755524844_3329888_2598605_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429748054676784434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1pXFXUsfxI/AAAAAAAABR4/kyy2H8orzUc/s1600-h/22475_263466879844_755524844_3329877_411154_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1pXFXUsfxI/AAAAAAAABR4/kyy2H8orzUc/s400/22475_263466879844_755524844_3329877_411154_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429748050420334354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"Here we are in the best years of our life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I had fun yesterday :) Even if my stupid lung thingy came back and lasted till today. Normally i'd be really irritated and not move/talk/inhale deeply. But yesterday i climbed a tree, i cycled, i played with helium balloons, i planned a little surprise, i ate a superb dinner (and im still full), i drew on the sand, i played fireworks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yesterday was awesome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yesterday was spent with my favourite people in the world. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica, fantasy;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://1A6C6AA3-0A13-4376-99A5-605DE93538C6/heart2.gif" alt="heart2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-8841305212832017612?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8841305212832017612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8841305212832017612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2010/01/here-we-are-in-best-years-of-our-life-i.html' title='When the sky turns grey'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1pXFnLgxTI/AAAAAAAABSA/BVMNaeW3Us4/s72-c/22475_263467009844_755524844_3329888_2598605_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-5500431849799052490</id><published>2010-01-22T11:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T11:59:06.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets just take baby steps to the final destination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1kic4ZlIXI/AAAAAAAABRw/zKT3_6wdle4/s1600-h/Joy_of_Flight_by_nawazsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1kic4ZlIXI/AAAAAAAABRw/zKT3_6wdle4/s400/Joy_of_Flight_by_nawazsa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429408705343201650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"To fall is not to fail, you fail when you dont try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Im not afraid to fall i might just learn to fly and i will spread these wings of mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-5500431849799052490?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/5500431849799052490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/5500431849799052490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-just-take-baby-steps-to-final.html' title='Lets just take baby steps to the final destination'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1kic4ZlIXI/AAAAAAAABRw/zKT3_6wdle4/s72-c/Joy_of_Flight_by_nawazsa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-8773225004286153800</id><published>2010-01-21T13:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:53:02.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the ends of the world meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I wish my hair would grow another 15 cm. Or 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1fqy9rsz3I/AAAAAAAABQ4/dkId7kniqno/s1600-h/Coco_Rocha_by_Thierry_Le_Goues_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1fqy9rsz3I/AAAAAAAABQ4/dkId7kniqno/s400/Coco_Rocha_by_Thierry_Le_Goues_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429066037090635634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1fqygrUWwI/AAAAAAAABQw/q3w1PE1brHU/s400/Coco+Rocha+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429066029304404738" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;MAX&amp;amp;Co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:LucidaGrande, fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 102, 204); font-family:LucidaGrande, fantasy;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   font-family:Georgia, fantasy;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 359px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1fqyRkdJ8I/AAAAAAAABQo/tlOZ2zvjk-Q/s400/coll51_pe10_coll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429066025249089474" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1fqyDOjn8I/AAAAAAAABQg/uXlrjnLPtZY/s1600-h/coll15_pe10_coll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1fqyDOjn8I/AAAAAAAABQg/uXlrjnLPtZY/s400/coll15_pe10_coll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429066021399142338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1fqyDOjn8I/AAAAAAAABQg/uXlrjnLPtZY/s1600-h/coll15_pe10_coll.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 359px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1fqxs6vJeI/AAAAAAAABQY/IdJLNb1KYK8/s400/coll8_pe10_coll.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429066015410431458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tomorrow should be fun. And saturday, i really hope everyone turns up on saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the midst of clearing my wardrobe now, half is done, half = my many tank tops, shirts, shorts are colour co-ordinated and categorized. Yeah. Plus a pile of clothes on my bed to give away or throw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;But i have another wardorbe at dad's so, im actly 1/4 done with my clothes. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I NEED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1fvXVYf9jI/AAAAAAAABRI/XaGQ__YaOms/s320/67732621-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429071059974354482" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1fvXiJKHSI/AAAAAAAABRQ/cbB5zvNwOXI/s320/67732621-32.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429071063399669026" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1fvWzvVzRI/AAAAAAAABRA/YK-CCGGz6Wk/s320/67732621-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429071050943352082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1fxHKL1j4I/AAAAAAAABRY/tmFS6fD-hNg/s320/66691978-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429072981113802626" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1fxHrHLzcI/AAAAAAAABRg/LA0qJQtR7lc/s320/70952848-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429072989952658882" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Black, Grey and White racerbacks. I have no white and grey, except tanks. And most of my clothes are like curved. My black racerback and Jeans have faded :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I want a denim skirt too. My denim skirt is way to short now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And more dresses so i don't have to match my tops and bottoms which is so troublesome, though undeniably fun :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Everytime i buy clothes, i feel guilty :( WHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-8773225004286153800?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8773225004286153800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8773225004286153800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-ends-of-world-meet.html' title='Where the ends of the world meet'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1fqy9rsz3I/AAAAAAAABQ4/dkId7kniqno/s72-c/Coco_Rocha_by_Thierry_Le_Goues_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-2367086309450423577</id><published>2010-01-19T09:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:42:03.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The only angels we get to see on earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1UMIAnhDZI/AAAAAAAABQA/NJI24MJuxUk/s1600-h/22475_256715319844_755524844_3307040_5909621_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1UMIAnhDZI/AAAAAAAABQA/NJI24MJuxUk/s400/22475_256715319844_755524844_3307040_5909621_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428258257609231762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to 2006, it is nice that we're all friends after all we've been through. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1ULJ0RuW_I/AAAAAAAABP4/mn75MSuR_yY/s1600-h/Coco.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1ULJ0RuW_I/AAAAAAAABP4/mn75MSuR_yY/s1600-h/Coco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1ULJ0RuW_I/AAAAAAAABP4/mn75MSuR_yY/s400/Coco.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428257189144714226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1ULJ0RuW_I/AAAAAAAABP4/mn75MSuR_yY/s1600-h/Coco.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1UNuMCjKmI/AAAAAAAABQI/mEiThJBl8NQ/s400/natalia+vogue+it+0304.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428260013022063202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1UNuaoCDdI/AAAAAAAABQQ/mWCzBtsAhy0/s400/sashapivcover.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 374px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428260016937373138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The whole other universe that i wish i could see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-2367086309450423577?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2367086309450423577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2367086309450423577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2010/01/only-angels-we-get-to-see-on-earth.html' title='The only angels we get to see on earth'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1UMIAnhDZI/AAAAAAAABQA/NJI24MJuxUk/s72-c/22475_256715319844_755524844_3307040_5909621_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6390457165402306311</id><published>2010-01-16T17:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T17:32:11.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revived with few words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1GEWOk4ImI/AAAAAAAABPg/P6K2RXyHtb8/s1600-h/Jewellery_stand_by_nicolabroadbent04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1GEWOk4ImI/AAAAAAAABPg/P6K2RXyHtb8/s400/Jewellery_stand_by_nicolabroadbent04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427264543362916962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lookbook.nu/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1GFcTCCPEI/AAAAAAAABPo/7EoXs8Smy_E/s400/vladanumtokyo153131427-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427265747149798466" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1GFczD62TI/AAAAAAAABPw/nrcPkeEz8NA/s400/chanel3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427265755747637554" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;100 years from now, i'll still remember you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6390457165402306311?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6390457165402306311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6390457165402306311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2010/01/rescued-with-few-words.html' title='Revived with few words'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/S1GEWOk4ImI/AAAAAAAABPg/P6K2RXyHtb8/s72-c/Jewellery_stand_by_nicolabroadbent04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6023875295109221293</id><published>2009-12-31T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T22:25:08.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappearing act, now unreversable</title><content type='html'>The reason i've given up on blogging, is that i don't like reading things i've written in the past. I don't like the way people blog, i don't like reading blogs. Everytime i read a post on another person's blog, i can't help but feel annoyed. After reading 2 sentences i give up.&lt;div&gt;Its so ridiculous what people write, even if it is something good or inspirational, it sounds like junk to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either they are comforting themselves of trying to give a good impression to others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not trying to be judgemental. But whatever, i don't enjoy being a part of cyberspace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I blog to comfort myself, and i feel im slowly sinking into denial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So goodbye to 2009, i had a bad ending to this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope 2010 starts well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its all because of 1 person my 2009 is ending on a terrible note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've given up on resolutions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6023875295109221293?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6023875295109221293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6023875295109221293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/disappearing-act-now-unreversable.html' title='Disappearing act, now unreversable'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-25543685594728516</id><published>2009-12-24T11:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T11:39:36.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Torn between two worlds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I wonder if i will regret painting my room. I want to redo everything, but that's just mad. So i guess i'll start with the walls?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im going with stripes? Vertical stripes would make my room longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLcMMto1rI/AAAAAAAABOU/9_WBP4rz51Q/s400/Pink+Stripes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418635403809314482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 375px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is cool, but i would want it to be cream coloured?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Either way vertical stripes are nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLcM6KPDdI/AAAAAAAABOk/Rm1nTMmX08k/s1600-h/Black+Stripes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLcM6KPDdI/AAAAAAAABOk/Rm1nTMmX08k/s400/Black+Stripes.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418635416008854994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Horizontal? Makes room bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLcMuHdliI/AAAAAAAABOc/9k45vLWd2sY/s1600-h/stripe-with-metalic-edging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLcMuHdliI/AAAAAAAABOc/9k45vLWd2sY/s400/stripe-with-metalic-edging.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418635412775999010" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or should i go all wallpaper-ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLduRkU1bI/AAAAAAAABOs/zMfo3sSGVpg/s1600-h/69acc813118060783320805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLduRkU1bI/AAAAAAAABOs/zMfo3sSGVpg/s400/69acc813118060783320805.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418637088739612082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 360px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always wanted a photowall, sadly i don't have that many pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLfvVCpuYI/AAAAAAAABPE/ws6QooFu7w0/s1600-h/P1010028_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLfvVCpuYI/AAAAAAAABPE/ws6QooFu7w0/s400/P1010028_medium.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418639305875241346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLfvVCpuYI/AAAAAAAABPE/ws6QooFu7w0/s1600-h/P1010028_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This clock is beautiful, but i already have a clock. Which i bought last year and its still in its box. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLfuyfG47I/AAAAAAAABO8/6cdYXef37mk/s1600-h/Wall-Clock-Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLfuyfG47I/AAAAAAAABO8/6cdYXef37mk/s400/Wall-Clock-Flower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418639296599352242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLfuyfG47I/AAAAAAAABO8/6cdYXef37mk/s1600-h/Wall-Clock-Flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THIS BELOW IS THE BESTTTTTT! Its so cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I totally want a design over my bed like that. Of course i probably have make it removable, in case i decide to shift my bed in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLduuxYVnI/AAAAAAAABO0/8gKVqdDnOKQ/s1600-h/bedroom-wall-sticker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLduuxYVnI/AAAAAAAABO0/8gKVqdDnOKQ/s400/bedroom-wall-sticker.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418637096578995826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many decisions! Start work after christmas. Yeah. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-25543685594728516?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/25543685594728516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/25543685594728516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/torn-between-two-worlds.html' title='Torn between two worlds'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SzLcMMto1rI/AAAAAAAABOU/9_WBP4rz51Q/s72-c/Pink+Stripes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1161212938358740751</id><published>2009-12-19T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T16:43:33.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If my heart was a house</title><content type='html'>Watching The OC every morning. Obviously I like Gossip Girl more, comparing both are productions of Josh Schwartz.&lt;div&gt;AND GOSSIP GIRL DOESNT RESUME TILL MARCH! THATS WHEN SCHOOL STARTS!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lack of exercise would = DIE IN JC P.E.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And spending most of my time on lookbook, Gossip girl insider, and The OC wouldn't help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still i hate running, and thats probably the only thing i have problems with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-1161212938358740751?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1161212938358740751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1161212938358740751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-my-heart-was-house.html' title='If my heart was a house'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1534044567378714461</id><published>2009-12-12T23:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:57:54.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever was in your eyes</title><content type='html'>So far, hols has been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a busy November. Went out almost everyday in that month. Then off to BKK for the first week of December. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love BKK! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excluding the pollution, the communication breakdown and the AMOUNT OF TIPS THEY DEMAND FOR, BKK is the best. Lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret not buying my white bag. But that's okay, i feel like going again. Next year maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shop everyday morning to night. Its not tiring at all. They sell really cheap things there, and of course i enjoy bargaining :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After coming back from BKK, life has been pretty dull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i started reading my diary which i wrote from January, and i feel like burning it. I think i can never re-read things that i write in the past. Especially my diary when i write in it to express mostly negative feelings. The percentage of positive entries are like less than 10. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better not let anyone see it. I write really ridiculous things which are obviously far from reality. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel a terrible cold approaching. Something at the back of my throat is swelling and feels pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spending a great deal of time on Lookbook, WHICH IS AWESOME BTW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time to stop hesitating and start painting my room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What colour? Heh. Heart confetti wall maybe :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-1534044567378714461?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1534044567378714461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1534044567378714461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/12/forever-was-in-your-eyes.html' title='Forever was in your eyes'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1138365513282337581</id><published>2009-11-13T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:39:18.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13Nov</title><content type='html'>Friday, Thirteenth, I'll be back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-1138365513282337581?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1138365513282337581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1138365513282337581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='13Nov'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-3481009776624451348</id><published>2009-10-13T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:14:01.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switz</title><content type='html'>I always thought people want to move to Switzerland because of winter and like you know, living near the Alps is cool. No one ever told me why, so all along when someone tells me I want to migrate to Switzerland, i think they're some chocolate lover who wants to climb The Alps.&lt;div&gt;But, i went to do some research out of boredom, so here's what i found.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Switzerland: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It has an area of 41,285 km sq, Population 7.8 Million.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Singapore: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Area 710.2 km sq, Population 5 million AND GROWING RAPIDLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Immediately, Switzerland scores 1 point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Switzerland:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;per capita GDP of $67,384&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Singapore:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;$56,226&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Switzerland&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate;   line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:-webkit-sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; line-height: 19px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;has not been in a state of war internationally since 1815. (Good, little political conflict like SG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The nominal per capita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gross_Domestic_Product" title="Gross Domestic Product" class="mw-redirect" style="text-decoration: none; background-image: none; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; -webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;GDP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; is higher than those of the larger western European economies and Japan, ranking 6th behind Luxembourg, Norway, Qatar, Iceland and Ireland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;(Definitely richer than SG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In 2006 life expectancy at birth was 79 years for men and 84 years for women. It is among the highest in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;(Actually i don't care about life exepectancy, don't wanna live that long anyway, just don't wanna die horribly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;See, after reading all these, im amazed. Not bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I can't find details on like natural disasters but i don't hear of many reports, or maybe the Alps will melt and everyone will drown. Haha, im blabbering nonsense out of my tiny brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;So its not just chocolate (i don't know why i think chocolate) and mountains and snow. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Oh and they have awesome style, i went on Lookbook to check out the clothes people there wear, thinking it'd be like huge coats and stuff, but its really cool, and great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Now i want to go to Switzerland too :] At least i say it after i checked up the details and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Hahaha, So, if those who want to migrate to Switzerland and have so specific reason (like my sister), or the reason is "Its less stressful than Singapore" btw, i doubt so, i think its just as competitive and stressful, as their quality of life is better. But, at least now you can say its richer than SG? hahahah. I know, its less crowded! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;Some even say they have good looking guys there :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;All info from wikiepdia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-3481009776624451348?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3481009776624451348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3481009776624451348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/10/switz.html' title='Switz'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-4148892104720513186</id><published>2009-09-19T11:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T12:51:24.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sixteen Candles</title><content type='html'>1. Prelims are over.&lt;br /&gt;2. That means O levels are approaching.&lt;br /&gt;3. Two is better than one by boys like girls featuring taylor swift, and my favourite song now.&lt;br /&gt;4. Goodbye Love Drunk.&lt;br /&gt;5. CW Shows have become part of me.&lt;br /&gt;6. I went to ION. Im no longer a loser.&lt;br /&gt;7. I watched Time Traveler's wife and Crystal cried like buckets.&lt;br /&gt;8. I want to watch The Ugly Truth and im not 16, so they didnt let me.&lt;br /&gt;9. So Juliana showed her mean streak. Hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;10. Monday's a holiday.&lt;br /&gt;11. I might get a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;12. I will not shop until after O levels to prove a have a sense of determination.&lt;br /&gt;13. Im hungry. Again.&lt;br /&gt;14. I keep drinking barley. I wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;15. I had a really wierd dream of Odelia.&lt;br /&gt;16. I WANT TO BE 16.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very unpredictable quiz. go ahead and try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Bathroom Habits Say You're Unselfish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/bathroom.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very considerate person, but that doesn't mean you let people walk all over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend a lot on clothes, and you tend to be a very stylish dresser. However, it's hard for you to throw away trendy clothes when they go out of style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the perfect blend of confidence and class. You're proud of who you are - but you don't broadcast it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you tend to be very romantic and demanding. You'll treat your partner like gold, but you expect a lot in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoyourbathroomhabitssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Bathroom Habits Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;Blogthings: Waste Time at Work!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-4148892104720513186?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/4148892104720513186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/4148892104720513186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/09/sixteen-candles_19.html' title='Sixteen Candles'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-2829906152829525892</id><published>2009-09-10T10:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:43:31.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I keep telling myself not to come back to blog, but yet im here again. Damn the temptation of the computer. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SqhqmaNg6HI/AAAAAAAABNI/csyc363tT9Q/s1600-h/Dead_End_by_toriaserviss.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think im walking along a road, a never ending road which i want to divert from but refuse to. My heart says turn back, my brain says go on. After years of trudging i'll just eventually reach a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SqhqmaNg6HI/AAAAAAAABNI/csyc363tT9Q/s1600-h/Dead_End_by_toriaserviss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SqhqmaNg6HI/AAAAAAAABNI/csyc363tT9Q/s400/Dead_End_by_toriaserviss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379666962997635186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, I don't know why im here in singapore, living this life. Feel like a fish out of water. I know this is not what i want to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How to find fulfillment and the desire to go on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WHERES THE ROAD TO SUCCESS MAN! GOODNESS. COME NOW. APPEAR. APPEAR. MUST HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can't wait till after Os i have like a thousand shows to watch! EXCITEEEDDDDDD :D :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-2829906152829525892?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2829906152829525892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2829906152829525892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-keep-telling-myself-not-to-come-back.html' title='Wrong way'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SqhqmaNg6HI/AAAAAAAABNI/csyc363tT9Q/s72-c/Dead_End_by_toriaserviss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-184442007323084786</id><published>2009-09-05T15:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:49:59.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(-)</title><content type='html'>A note from YB's facebook im doing because im bored.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. Grab Your Phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the 3rd picture of in your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Picture of my cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's your ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;Tongue Tied. It's been this for a thousand years. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Who's the 1st person that comes up under M?&lt;br /&gt;Marie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who's the last person you called?&lt;br /&gt;Some number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;That number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who's the 1st person who comes up under C?&lt;br /&gt;Candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who's your speed dial number 2?&lt;br /&gt;Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What does 3rd text in ur inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. Long message from Jia An.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was your last received call from?&lt;br /&gt;Zara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What does your 2nd sentbox text say?&lt;br /&gt;Another Long message from Jia an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How many messages are currently in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;1113 HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What is the wallpaper?&lt;br /&gt;A girl. Cartoonish character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who's speed dial number 1?&lt;br /&gt;I can't speed dial with 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Who is the 15th message from in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Adeline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who's the 1st person who comes up under B?&lt;br /&gt;bzfj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How many bars of signal do you currently have?&lt;br /&gt;Like 1 heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What network are you on?&lt;br /&gt;Singtel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name every person you have a message from in your inbox.&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What does your 6th text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;From emm abt geog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who is the first person in your contacts?&lt;br /&gt;Adeline Chua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Who is the last name in your contacts?&lt;br /&gt;Zimm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What does the last text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Wonderful Analogy, TYVM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is your screensaver?&lt;br /&gt;No screen saver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What is your balance?&lt;br /&gt;Plan. Never exceed though :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who's the last person under H?&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What is your bluetooth name?&lt;br /&gt;Carina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How many numbers are in your phone?&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Could you live without it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My phone? Sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-184442007323084786?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/184442007323084786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/184442007323084786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/09/note-from-ybs-facebook-im-doing-because.html' title='(-)'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1402323508548834398</id><published>2009-08-28T14:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:38:54.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll keep a part of you with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhpFwpu0mGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zhpFwpu0mGw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;Stupid prelims. Stupid O levels.&lt;br /&gt;Im drained. Can't believe i cried in school. Sucha stupid STUPID baby.&lt;div&gt;I HAVE  A NEW PIMPLE. DAMN, TO THINK MY PIMPLES WERE SUBSIDING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-1402323508548834398?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1402323508548834398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1402323508548834398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-keep-part-of-you-with-me.html' title='I&apos;ll keep a part of you with me'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6940357972867086666</id><published>2009-08-02T13:44:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:55:51.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deviantart'/><title type='text'>(beep)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SnVhzK62hpI/AAAAAAAABNA/IgOBBOSV_eI/s1600-h/Strong_wind_from_the_south_by_ivan_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SnVhzK62hpI/AAAAAAAABNA/IgOBBOSV_eI/s400/Strong_wind_from_the_south_by_ivan_c.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365302062814234258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trials just make me stronger and colder. You won't break me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may stumble, but i'll emerge stronger, stronger than you can imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6940357972867086666?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6940357972867086666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6940357972867086666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/08/mls.html' title='(beep)'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SnVhzK62hpI/AAAAAAAABNA/IgOBBOSV_eI/s72-c/Strong_wind_from_the_south_by_ivan_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-8274381420768630128</id><published>2009-08-01T17:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:29:23.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;You call me a fool but its a simple fact, I still got your back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think everyone gets pissed with their mums once in a while. I will breathe and not get mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Keep quiet despite the false accusations, and let her calm down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Growing maturity. Yes. And i will not blog about it because she doesn't like me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will respect her preferences, and she should learn to respect mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-8274381420768630128?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8274381420768630128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8274381420768630128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-4125662713980886623</id><published>2009-07-28T18:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:30:44.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be a work of art.</title><content type='html'>Will not come back for the next 10 days at least.&lt;div&gt;I AM CMI CARINA CHUNG. DIE ALR. DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DIE DIE DIE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FREAK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling hopless, lost, shit im sinking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully this is just for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-4125662713980886623?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/4125662713980886623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/4125662713980886623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-want-to-be-work-of-art.html' title='I want to be a work of art.'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-8829530135537325866</id><published>2009-07-26T10:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:35:34.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Newsflash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SmxNBkWduyI/AAAAAAAABMw/4eZctwdU2dI/s1600-h/b41d24c687a7a0af3e24c6f0f430f8db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SmxNBkWduyI/AAAAAAAABMw/4eZctwdU2dI/s400/b41d24c687a7a0af3e24c6f0f430f8db.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362745945624525602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will do some self encouragement here: Don't ever let yourself feel the same way like you did when you got your CL marks back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-OR-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Promise yourself you'll get the same joy and happiness you did when you got back your CL marks. (NA for me.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-8829530135537325866?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8829530135537325866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8829530135537325866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/newsflash.html' title='Newsflash'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SmxNBkWduyI/AAAAAAAABMw/4eZctwdU2dI/s72-c/b41d24c687a7a0af3e24c6f0f430f8db.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-4268053066365793533</id><published>2009-07-25T13:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:13:21.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what i found</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seems like a thousand years ago...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SmqYxJ9x07I/AAAAAAAABMo/KwnP1BGh8ik/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SmqYxJ9x07I/AAAAAAAABMo/KwnP1BGh8ik/s400/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362266276594045874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need to laugh more in class please. Or i will go mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel scared. Very scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I desperately wish i was 25 i want to go to orchard ion with $$ and i want my own house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gah, i wonder why im studying. I see undergrads being effing rich, and people who study go to good schools, are middle class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, freaking unhealthy. Isnt there a  more unconventional way to be rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suck man. Life sucks. I WANT MY OWN HOUSE. PFT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what i do to unmotivate myself. Wonder why im not rich.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my evil twin is coming back. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then again, just thinking about how much fun i will have from november 13 onwards, makes me just want everyone to work and do well. So we can actually have confidence after our papers, and fun after our hardwork. How amazing is that? That will be my prayer for the next &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;111 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. 13 NOVEMBER. Who cares if it is friday the thirteenth? It would be a blessed one for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-4268053066365793533?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/4268053066365793533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/4268053066365793533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/guess-what-i-found.html' title='Guess what i found'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SmqYxJ9x07I/AAAAAAAABMo/KwnP1BGh8ik/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1141616584152059141</id><published>2009-07-23T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:38:10.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Prettiest Friend</title><content type='html'>Napfa was tiring. Damn tiring. I feel my muscles aching now. Crap.&lt;div&gt;Unfit to the max. Hahaha. Thankfully everything was ok, left 2.4km run, or rather walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate 2.4km. The new route sucks btw. Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its better than the old route by... 2% because its like only 4 rounds. I bet all a long they were making us run more than 2.4km. For sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think people should not be so judgmental. I will amend my ways from today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more judgements. No more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What goes around comes around, I don't want people to slap curses on me or my life/future etc. So i will not judge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think there is something really wrong with me. No one knows, and no one will. How?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im sucha screwed shit at times. Lol, alliteration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WANT TO EAT CURRYPUFF. I TOTALLY LOOK LIKE A CURRY PUFF GIRL PLEASE, I LOOK LIKE A CURRY PUFF. BIG STOMACH. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-1141616584152059141?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1141616584152059141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1141616584152059141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-prettiest-friend.html' title='For the Prettiest Friend'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-8198046509356544803</id><published>2009-07-21T18:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:28:12.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ray Of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've been wicked and wild and wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and i've wondered the price of my shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=";font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I've been hiding my face for so long, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it's a wonder that you know my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;All shows are starting in fall.&lt;div&gt;I cannot caaaaannnooootttt wait till after O levels. I'll sit infront of my computer for 24 hours straight to watch shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully i don't die. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;Im so happy we had school off today. Finally feeling a teeensy wee accomplished.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more accomplished feeling, now i feel unaccomplished. To the bone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: I want to be a Casino/Hotel Manager! I have an ambition now. Or or, i can be like some financial advisor/Relationship Manager.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I grew a new mole :/ Gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-8198046509356544803?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8198046509356544803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8198046509356544803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/ray-of-hope.html' title='Ray Of Hope'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-4645732021274189705</id><published>2009-07-20T18:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T18:26:16.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>Something so beautiful, flowing down like a waterfall.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a Toy Poodle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll live by myself in a rented studio apartment the moment i start working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Thats because penthouse rentals are super freaking ex!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-4645732021274189705?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/4645732021274189705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/4645732021274189705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-7733837001956467719</id><published>2009-07-19T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T21:05:27.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Number Ninety Nine</title><content type='html'>Hi. IM SPENDING MONEY UNNECESSARILY. BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WILL SCARE MYSELF WITH NUMBERS.&lt;br /&gt;99. NINETY-NINE. JIU SHI JIU. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i read my diary im tempted to burn it. Or rather throw it down the rubbish bin. Literally. Its that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT BAD OKAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish memories could be kept and revisited as many times as i want, and i'll keep all the good ones. Keep them in bottles like they do in Harry Potter.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i watch the two videos below i feel warmth and like i can hear my heartbeat. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-7733837001956467719?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7733837001956467719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7733837001956467719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/number-ninety-nine.html' title='Number Ninety Nine'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1969437332205179727</id><published>2009-07-19T00:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T00:48:46.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;For the next 100 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please please carina please. Don't screw up this part of your life, its the only ONLY unscrewed part you have. &lt;div&gt;I'll be nothing if even this screws up, it sets me up for great disappointments or immense satisfaction. Either way, its baggage. A whole lot of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-1969437332205179727?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1969437332205179727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1969437332205179727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-next-100-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-3745298482795502545</id><published>2009-07-18T16:40:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:34:42.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedications</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'll be there for you through it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ows88EI6FSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ows88EI6FSY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry, because i know that weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8UcRC0yI-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g8UcRC0yI-E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emm called and told me she saw eyecandy at parkway, she exclaimed and immediately called me.&lt;br /&gt;I SCREAMED OVER THE PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. HAHAHAH. I WISH ODELIA HAD SEEN HIS FACE AND SAID HE IS CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;HAIS. NEVERMIND. NEXT NEXT TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-3745298482795502545?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3745298482795502545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3745298482795502545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-be-there-for-you-through-it-all.html' title='Dedications'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-2608269215783400688</id><published>2009-07-18T14:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:38:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter with more than words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SmFtqFvYl8I/AAAAAAAABMg/01PlOZRpTsU/s1600-h/The_Letter_by_Sophique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SmFtqFvYl8I/AAAAAAAABMg/01PlOZRpTsU/s400/The_Letter_by_Sophique.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359685601410455490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finally getting a saturday free of stuff and im not using it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Damn it. Damn. This whole week has been the most unproductive week of the entire year for me. Totally. Im struggling to complete HOMEWORK. Who ever does that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If i don't complete homework, i dont start on revision for other things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now i think im going to screw prelims up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Always the same cycle, always not focus. White hair growing at a fast rate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Im such a piece of shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5 items on thursday. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I prefer the new 2.4 route even though its STILL 2.4km.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MUST STOP LOGGING ON TO FOREVER 21 OR LIKE URBAN OUTFITTERS OR TOPSHOP OR BLUEFLY. GAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;MUST STOP GOING TO GOSSIPGIRLINSIDER.COM AND MUST MUST MUST STOP WATCHING MTV SHOWS. GOODNESS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;DAMN ME DAMN ME DAMN ME DAMN ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-2608269215783400688?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2608269215783400688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2608269215783400688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-getting-saturday-free-of-stuff.html' title='The Letter with more than words'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SmFtqFvYl8I/AAAAAAAABMg/01PlOZRpTsU/s72-c/The_Letter_by_Sophique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6466398565176286628</id><published>2009-07-16T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:14:07.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funhouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Fun day, we'll have more fun times after O levels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon soon, lets all just work hard for prelims. For O levels, and live with no regrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im going to start trying to make best days ahead. Make everyday the best day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, eye candy today... Hahah :] I always find some guys cute, all the same kind. What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Odelia says i seldom say a guy is cute. I do think they are cute, just dont say only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok next time i see i tell you all lah :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahahahha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XXX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6466398565176286628?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6466398565176286628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6466398565176286628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/funhouse.html' title='Funhouse'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6680583483597818141</id><published>2009-07-14T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T21:31:26.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Battlefield</title><content type='html'>I never meant to start a war.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MUST MUST MUST STUDY. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY WHY WHY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEED SOMETHING SHOCKING TO HAPPEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIKE SOMEONE USE A TAESER AND JOLT ME TO MY SENSES PLEASE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I will never let you down"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish PEOPLE mean this. I never am able to keep this promise to myself. 'Till the day i meet someone who stick by this promise, i don't believe mortals can stay eternally loyal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6680583483597818141?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6680583483597818141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6680583483597818141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/battlefield.html' title='Battlefield'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-4448918966026146314</id><published>2009-07-13T19:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:53:51.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIMP FACE</title><content type='html'>I HAD A SUDDEN BREAKOUT.&lt;div&gt;MUST BE DUE TO ALL THE TEACHERS. CARINA SHUT UP CARINA SHUT UP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLOODY HELL. FROM NOW ON I CANT EVEN PUT UPMY FRINGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE LIKE MORE THAN 20 PIMPLES ON MY FOREHEAD. JUST FOREHEAD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BECAUSE OF TOO MUCH HW. O LVLS AND TEACHERS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY CANT I LOSE WEIGHT BECAUSE OF ALL THESE, WHY MUST POP PIMPLES? IDIOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IDIOT IDIOT IDIOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-4448918966026146314?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/4448918966026146314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/4448918966026146314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/pimp-face.html' title='PIMP FACE'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-7139864813169204721</id><published>2009-07-12T20:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T22:09:02.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These broken lines will connect again</title><content type='html'>I can be such a screw up sometimes.&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was good. Im screwing up. Better catch myself before i fall too deep. Damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/Slnba4jvPkI/AAAAAAAABMY/xu7ix-muw8Y/s400/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357554486639279682" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pastor ".... gave a hundred roses to his girlfriend."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me "Wow! So cool."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charmaine "But you want a thousand."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me "Yeah i want a garden! Heehee"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i wonder why i had to be like that. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shocked expressions from Char and Siow ystd made me say a lot lesser. Someday. i'll tell people more stuff. Someday! 8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait for you is such a good song. It always makes me a little sad. Everytime i listen to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-7139864813169204721?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7139864813169204721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7139864813169204721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/these-broken-lines-will-connect-again.html' title='These broken lines will connect again'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/Slnba4jvPkI/AAAAAAAABMY/xu7ix-muw8Y/s72-c/DSC_0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6604187739791905316</id><published>2009-07-10T19:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T20:27:27.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its lacking strings of words</title><content type='html'>I got sashimi and sushi :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am self destructing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can be so annoyed with myself sometimes. Why am i always like that?! Damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complacent maybe. I don't like to be called that, but somehow i feel that word is so suitable for me. Pft. No matter how whine how i complain about me to me, i will just go on life like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally on the road of self-destruction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 20px; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;English : A (2 or 1 both i also happy)&lt;br /&gt;H.chinese: PASS :D&lt;br /&gt;Math : A1&lt;br /&gt;Science: A2&lt;br /&gt;History : A2/B3&lt;br /&gt;Lit: A2/B3&lt;br /&gt;Geog: B3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was my goal in like sec2. Obviously i didnt attain ANY of it. Lol. Except science. I got A1 :O and i passed chinese. Oh and i got A for geog. Thats abt it. Lol!&lt;div&gt;Sec2... Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use to blog really long post, with multiple blinding colours and pictures. And as the years past, my post gets shorter and shorter. Not that its a bad thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use to blog likeeeee thisssss. To express my excitement. And i think everyone must have had a hard time reading. Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use to blog in rhymes. And swear in every sentence. Not that i don't swear now, but i obviously swear a lot lesser. I use to be disgustingly infatuated thinking it was love. And dealing with worthless problems. Im so glad im me for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol, reading archives can evoke totally opposite emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes i wonder if i'll see some people on the streets or anything. But i don't. Thankfully. I don't have such fate. Its good actually. BUT, it would be cool if  i saw just 1 teacher on the streets. I always get a good laugh at Odelia's accidental encounters. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will attempt to save myself now. Self motivation instead of self destruction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Ep 20-23 or BOF AGAIN. FOR THE UMPTEENTH TIME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6604187739791905316?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6604187739791905316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6604187739791905316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-sashimi-and-sushi-finally.html' title='Its lacking strings of words'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-675499296969989651</id><published>2009-07-09T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T20:01:59.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whisper's hello I miss you, I miss you</title><content type='html'>XXX.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot this blog existed hahaha! Have been bugging Odelia and Emmeline and everyone else with me "I want to eat sushi" and "Sashimiiiii!!" all day long...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my mum to buy sashimi for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she said the stall was closed :( I think i will get slapped if i go "I want to eat sushi" or "Odelia can you bring sushi tmr?" HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, Saturday 8) , Tuesday :( , Thursday :D. Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marlon Teixeira is my favourite model for now!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I WILL NOT GO ON TO GOSSIPGIRLINSIDERS.COM SO THAT I DONT FEEL THE URGE TO WATCH GOSSIP GIRL FROM SEASON1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-675499296969989651?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/675499296969989651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/675499296969989651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/whispers-hello-i-miss-you-i-miss-you.html' title='Whisper&apos;s hello I miss you, I miss you'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1282828557434782274</id><published>2009-07-07T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:11:33.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm?</title><content type='html'>Today i was a whiny ass.&lt;div&gt;I was making too much noise during class, i was talking to much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was laughing i contributed to noise pollution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow i'll be a quiet mouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll conserve energy. Idk why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im singing its a small world after all. Today is a really wierd day for me. Extremely unusal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-1282828557434782274?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1282828557434782274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1282828557434782274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmm.html' title='Hmm?'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6244168469550110756</id><published>2009-07-06T18:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:01:03.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolting History</title><content type='html'>I always go to my archives when i have positively nothing to do.&lt;div&gt;Thankfully i deleted my archives from like primary school to sec1. I cannot imagine what kind of person i was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So scary. Really. I was reading my archives from 2007-2008. Terrifying. I take really long to read my archives, i blogged really horribly in the past. Grammatical errors everywhere. Yes, i still have a very lousy standard of english. So imagine what i was like then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My archives never fail to haunt me. And that is partly the reason why i don't want to delete it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was i a really terrible person in the past? Like a total bitch and disgusting person to be friends with? Im really thankful i had Jesslyn and Jocelyn and Livia as close friends. Also Odelia and Emmeline. Honestly. I was so... different. By reading my archives and stuff, i never want to be friends with the person i was back then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know im still the same. Or pretty much the same, there are aspects of my life that have changed. A lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never get that "escalating heartbeat" feeling from reading my past archives of this year or like end last year. I swear three quaters of 2006 and 2007 should just disappear from my memory. Goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats why im thankful these people stayed friends with me. Oh yes, not forgetting Denyse the great :) Though we are not as close now, even with Jocelyn and Livia and Jess, i really am grateful these people are in my life. From the bottom of my heart. And i still have my bitch moments now, and thankfully Emmeline and Odelia always tolerate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God for these people in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Siow and Char and Sher too, but this section of my life, i think only Siow was partially involved. Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6244168469550110756?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6244168469550110756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6244168469550110756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/revolting-history.html' title='Revolting History'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6696106300850753558</id><published>2009-07-06T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:57:40.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Every aching wound will cauterize and bruise&lt;br /&gt;In memory of what we used to call in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this song was on Gossip girl.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Gossip Girl. It was an outlet that allowed me to partially escape from reality. Though Blair and Serena don't have the greatest life, they have each other.&lt;div&gt;Thats really cool. Its very heartwarming. Yes i would not not not get started on Chuck and Blair. h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if the sextape rumours are true... hopefully not. but whatever, all celebrities are quite screwed in one way or another. I still like Leighton.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have secrets. Sometimes i wonder if im like a wierd person. If i appear unusual to people. Goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6696106300850753558?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6696106300850753558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6696106300850753558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/fell-in-love-wo-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-345752577981312213</id><published>2009-07-05T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T20:23:37.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollercoaster Ride</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I told myself: "From now you will start to lose your cellulite and be a vegetarian."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ate chicken rice during lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I had Sakae after church with a few church people. And i gave tuiton a miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My nose is killing me, its like an open tap. No air con for me tonight :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im wondering when the medicine will kick in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasted day. Whats new right? What can i do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fall straight into depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-345752577981312213?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/345752577981312213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/345752577981312213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/rollercoaster-ride.html' title='Rollercoaster Ride'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-7558048268736129290</id><published>2009-07-04T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:01:05.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>You'll always be my thunder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-7558048268736129290?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7558048268736129290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7558048268736129290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-257538304195201662</id><published>2009-07-03T21:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:34:44.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can you fill this out without lying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I shall try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What was the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ice Lemon Tea + Sprite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever kissed anyone named Matthew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Noooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where was your default picture taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A long long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Last person you rode in a car with under the age of 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Err... ISAAC AND ZARA MAYBE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can you play guitar hero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YEAHHHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Name someone that made you laugh today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HMM, Emmeline, Mrs Khoo, Odelia, Zara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How late did you stay up last night and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11+? HOMEWORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you could move somewhere else, would you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ever been kissed under fireworks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wish wish wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Which of your friends lives closest to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think Chewan. If she hasnt shifted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can walk to her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you believe ex's can be friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah, But not in every case, some of them can be, some just cannot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Calling or texting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Im fine with both, but calling would be cooler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;How do you feel about dr pepper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nothing maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When was the last time you cried really hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh. 3 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Where are you right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My own bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What was the last thing someone bought for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;MCWINGS. FATS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who took your profile picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Err myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hmmm... I dont remember, honestly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Was yesterday better than today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can you live a day without TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you mad about anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mad? KIM  BUM. BECAUSE I JUST WATCHED BOF EPISODE 1 AND SCREAMMMMMED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hmm. Likeeee... within this year. Early this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you a bad influence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HOPEFULLY NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Night out or night in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Night out with friends. Night in by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What items could you not go without during the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Would you share a drink with a stranger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Err. H1N1. UNLIKELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Grandfather i think. A long time ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What does the last message in your inbox say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sorry i cant go online tonight, .... (its way to long), talk to you tmr k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you feel now about your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mixed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you hate anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If we were to look in your inbox, what would we find?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SMS-ES FROM MY FRIENDS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can you easily tell if someones fake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't take drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Has anyone ever called you perfect before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No. SADLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What song is stuck in your head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Crazier. I wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Someone knocks on your window at 2am, who do you want it to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No one thanks, dont wake me up at 2am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wanna have kids before you’re 30?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;OF COURSE. For now i think like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Name something you have to do tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you think too much or too little?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Too much and too little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you smile a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think i do, most people say i don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Who was your last missed call on your Mobile phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A number i don't recognise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whens the next time you will see the person you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;THE PERSON I LIKE NOW? NEVER AGAIN? SIGH SIGH SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you happy with your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;At times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah, more or less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What was the last book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Geography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No. I have a brother i converse with all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Is there something you always wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Always? No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Watching BOF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Honestly, who was the last person to tell you that they love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;HMMMMMM.... I DONT REMEMBER. NO ONE HAS TOLD ME "I LOVE YOU" IN AGES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Oh wait. Dad. In an EMAIL. He said, Love, daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Did you have an exciting time last weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;YEAH. GOING TO TUITION AND REALISING THERE WAS NO CLASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you wearing a necklace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Are you an emotional person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't really think so. There are certain things that get to me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What's something that can always make you feel better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So far, there is nothing. Maybe my forgetfulness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will this weekend be a good one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I doubt, hopefully it'll be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What do you want right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;EVERYONE TO GO TO THE SAME JC AND GET THE SAME L1R5...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever worn the opposite sex's clothing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Look behind you, what do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;WALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Have you ever worked in a food place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What would you name your future daughter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agnercial - sounds like a country. Fine, She can be Gardenia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Any summer plans for 2009?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;SUMMER HAS COME AND GONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Whats on your schedule for tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Homework. Computer. Housewarming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande; min-height: 13.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Does anyone know your facebook password?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 14.0px; font: 11.0px Lucida Grande"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But if you only knew me, we could be a miracle, unbelievable, instead of just invisible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-257538304195201662?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/257538304195201662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/257538304195201662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/07/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh.'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-8999428077101178661</id><published>2009-06-25T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:54:48.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly dandy.</title><content type='html'>I think i might just take lit in JC.&lt;div&gt;Im always saying i won't do humanities, like i'll take Math Chem Phy and Econs. but come to think of it, i think taking lit would be really fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its fun to study about love, not like stupid I love my boyfriend kind. Or oh, thanks for buying me hot chocolate, i love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol! That just insane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say I love you only when i really mean it. So i don't really say "i love you" to people now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because love is not for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't love somebody and the next thing do something that will hurt them. So i think its a bit wierd when people say use 'love' too freely. In BGR case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe its me being old fashion and wierd... But i will from now use 'love' only if i mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But studying for literature is very... uncertain. HOW TO STUDY?! I will find out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K bye. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-8999428077101178661?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8999428077101178661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8999428077101178661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/silly-dandy.html' title='Silly dandy.'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-303071105105642863</id><published>2009-06-24T10:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T14:08:17.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rise and Shine</title><content type='html'>God help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me help me x100!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLEASEEEEEEEEE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't get you, really. Or you just don't want me to get you, either way, there is just a wall between us.&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/6176557847083946890-303071105105642863?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/303071105105642863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/303071105105642863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/rise-and-shine.html' title='Rise and Shine'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-3081316265698845052</id><published>2009-06-23T18:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:29:36.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Painting stars in the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;/Edit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(rolls eyes at ______.blogspot.com) like seriously, you're wierd. REALLY WIERD. Goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have good reasons why i like holidays and why i dont. More diary time maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i neglected my diary for a long time. sucky penmanship maybeee...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a crow at my window today. Scared me to death, i wanted to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sheryl called me ugly. And a dog.&lt;div&gt;Charmaine called me a puppy, which is cute = ugly but adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im insulted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They owe me. I was suppose to be in depression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im ugly. T.T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will go for plastic when i grow up. :D Heehee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i will stay on my own soon. Rent a house when i get a stable job and pay. I hate to talk abt the future because i totally have no idea what i want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its really scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And most people think i really have things like together and im like fine and everything, but im like one of the few people that would totally fail in life and not live up to potential or like other people's expectation. And like not do things that i will enjoy and love to do. Sucks, but thats how i see myself and my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being really honest here. sucks when no one really understands or like bothers to sympathise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But thats ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siow and Char will totally sympathise i know. Hahahaha. rightttt....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sherilyn is too busy with Prelims.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im considering not aiming for top5 JCs anymore. Like i should be more realistic. Like at this rate im going, seriously, will i even make it to TJ. Like i must really check myself constantly and ask myself the same questions. Like why after exams i never get the sure feeling of, good i nailed this paper, i think i'll do okay. No, its never this feeling. Maybe i should not ever expect good results, so when good results come it would be a pleasant surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But its really a  shit feeling when you're like waiting for results because there is always the possibility that everything can parachute down and you're like totally screwed up. Its like a sickness im suffering with. I cannot believe having to feel like "crap i think i totally screwed the paper" after o levels. I will cry my eyes out for the next three months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok whatever i will like delete this sometime soon, and reflect more on stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about things, what i want out of my life what i love doing, what im good at doing, and figure something out. 16 is not young anymore. Technically im 15. This makes me feel  a bit better though. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-3081316265698845052?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3081316265698845052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3081316265698845052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/painting-starts-in-sky.html' title='Painting stars in the sky'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-7273870002439703268</id><published>2009-06-22T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:01:48.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1 ):</title><content type='html'>142 CASES.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TLL has a case, monday class sec1. I have flu. I think. My nose is kind of runny and my throat a bit wierd. Im hoping i dont end up with fever. Pray pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But drinking a lot of water now, so feel slightly better. Maybe its the late hours and the eat sleep eat sleep. Unhealty lifestyle etc. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, I WANT SCHOOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM NOT SPREADING OR VOTING OR JOINING ANYTHING TO STOP SCHOOL FROM RESUMING NEXT WEEK. I EVEN WANT SCHOOL NOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you crazy people?! Check your schedule and all the topics we have not covered for school. One more week? Dont tell me Elearning, e learning is of no use btw. So yes. School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-7273870002439703268?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7273870002439703268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7273870002439703268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/h1n1.html' title='H1N1 ):'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-5013207574302905718</id><published>2009-06-21T21:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:30:56.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready for those flashing lights</title><content type='html'>Im shocked.&lt;div&gt;Lady Gaga's Lovegame was on the radio, and my 8 year old cousin started singing. Not the chorus. THE STARTING. LIKE "Lets have some fun this beat is sick, i wanna take a ride on your disco stick" I was like. Oh my....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to confirm i asked her "What is this song?" And she said "Love game, lady gaga" Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've only heard love game once, i can't even sing the chorus totally correctly. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone knows the difference between a dumper and an excavator? My 2 and a half year old cousin told me the difference. Im ashamed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-5013207574302905718?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/5013207574302905718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/5013207574302905718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/ready-for-those-flashing-lights.html' title='Ready for those flashing lights'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-5428890795895645976</id><published>2009-06-20T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T16:48:47.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The first to fall and the last to know</title><content type='html'>I predict sleepless nights when school reopens.&lt;div&gt;Especially wednesdays ): Goodness. I think im going to really hate wednesdays. All the rush. Geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im falling sick :/ Again. Im really prone to have slight flu... :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BAD DAY TODAY, WOKE UP WAY TOO LATE. Was like almost 11 when i woke up, got a shock of my life... All through out the week i sleep at like 1 plus, but wake up at 9plus all the time. I always am able to catch RR on tv. While eating breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i woke up so late today. I still feel energetic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i have nothing much to say, colour friday was good :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a white Jacket and a denim jacket and a cropped top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to eat pizza toast. Im sick of pizza hut. I've been eating too much of pizzahut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-5428890795895645976?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/5428890795895645976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/5428890795895645976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-to-fall-and-last-to-know.html' title='The first to fall and the last to know'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1460083249310517889</id><published>2009-06-19T10:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T10:34:01.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even the Man in the Moon disappeared</title><content type='html'>I dont want to judge you, but you and your freaking stupid assumptions piss the shit out of  me.&lt;div&gt;Like go entertain yourself and stop your nonsensical thoughts from flooding your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will not buy 17 magazine again. I got tricked this month again. And 17 magazine is really boring me now. At least I got a shock when i read the letters other people send in. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who knew she could write so well and has such outstanding vocabulary...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meeting Siow for a movie later and then Colour Friday in church. Yeap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i won't be attending YCG when school reopens. Like, IR until 4.30 cab to TLL. And then if i go YCG it would be straight after TLL to YCG. And reach home at 10. Homework how? So.. cannot i guess...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 weeks of rushing around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY CANT THEY PUT SOMETHING THAT ENDS AT LIKE 4 ON WEDNESDAYS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind. I will cab there and stay back later... My money ): Must not buy magazines, Must not eat expensive lunch, Must not eat more than $2 for recess. Okay. Like that i'll have money. 40bucks a month on cab fares. I feel like fainting now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I can't speak,&lt;br /&gt;I can't make a sound to somehow capture your attention&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at perfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-1460083249310517889?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1460083249310517889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1460083249310517889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/even-man-in-moon-disappeared.html' title='Even the Man in the Moon disappeared'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1446515330076557494</id><published>2009-06-18T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:57:23.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam blues again.</title><content type='html'>Deleted post on prelims stuff.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided on smth. I hate to make this kind of decisions. Thats why i hate holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-1446515330076557494?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1446515330076557494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1446515330076557494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/exam-blues-again.html' title='Exam blues again.'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6798428297555752578</id><published>2009-06-18T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T15:42:04.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why she looks so sad in photographs</title><content type='html'>I think Secondhand Serenade and FM Static has really good song.&lt;div&gt;I love Pretend and Moment of Truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And maybe Nice Piece of Art and Goodbye. Don't listen to Goodbye when you're sad okay you'll cry. But if you're sad because like you can't solve a problem (like me) go ahead and listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will blog later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6798428297555752578?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6798428297555752578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6798428297555752578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-she-looks-so-sad-in-photographs.html' title='Why she looks so sad in photographs'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1213125888002754327</id><published>2009-06-17T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:38:51.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I...</title><content type='html'>Im Miley-fied. I learnt Hoedown Throwdown dance in like what 5 minutes.&lt;div&gt;After watching the video. :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Plurk is fun! Because FB is boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i might go back to FB soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss daddy. He looks Charcoal now. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im unproductive. Principal says "Study 4-5 hours a day. Thats actually quite little, other top schools tell their students to study 7 hours a day minimum" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This makes me feel useless. I wonder why im so not focused. And so drawned to the computer. And bother to visit blogs that are never updated -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Odelia is a good kid. Because she updates her blog. But she doesn't reply tags. Not so good anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to read a book. A deep life changing book... Where to find? I know. Borders -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. I went to Vivo yesterday. I like Vivo. I wanted to get this pretty pink bag. But it was like 272 or smth. So my mum said no. Also there was a skull on it. A small one. So i didnt buy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like Gap. Its my favourite brand now. Gap models are cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want Aldo Shoes. I wore sneakers Ystd. so i couldnt buy any shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love Vivo. And Suntec City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mango Sale is on :D :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want David and Goliath Tees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN IS H&amp;amp;M COMING TO SINGAPORE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to go to Tampines 1 dress shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-1213125888002754327?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1213125888002754327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1213125888002754327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/i.html' title='I...'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-7792509530008327680</id><published>2009-06-17T13:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:33:34.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever you people</title><content type='html'>I want more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-7792509530008327680?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7792509530008327680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7792509530008327680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/whatever-you-people.html' title='Whatever you people'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-3414563407328655446</id><published>2009-06-16T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:43:55.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Active Volcano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GRRRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;IM ANGRY WITH &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;PFFFFT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;GRRRRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF...EELING LONELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;SHALL NOT SWEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-3414563407328655446?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3414563407328655446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3414563407328655446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/active-volcano.html' title='Active Volcano.'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-3489208052369259691</id><published>2009-06-16T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T10:45:38.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Odelia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SjcHJXH4bvI/AAAAAAAABMA/Sq-RWCpO_Rc/s1600-h/4220_1166353996327_1152228859_30492132_5759418_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SjcHJXH4bvI/AAAAAAAABMA/Sq-RWCpO_Rc/s400/4220_1166353996327_1152228859_30492132_5759418_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347750939933044466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favourite song for now is crazier. I can listen to it the whole day. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok bye. I have 101 post :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-3489208052369259691?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3489208052369259691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3489208052369259691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-odelia.html' title='For Odelia'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SjcHJXH4bvI/AAAAAAAABMA/Sq-RWCpO_Rc/s72-c/4220_1166353996327_1152228859_30492132_5759418_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-3665642389422284638</id><published>2009-06-15T11:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:24:06.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy already.</title><content type='html'>Sorry being wierd all the time :}&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i should post short short stuff on plurk from now on :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check -&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-3665642389422284638?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3665642389422284638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3665642389422284638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-already.html' title='Happy already.'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-438632681798531889</id><published>2009-06-15T09:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:32:16.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D/:@</title><content type='html'>Fine i shan't close my blog.&lt;div&gt;I will entertain myself. Plurky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think plurk is better than twitter. Although i only have 1 friend = Char.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I HAVE TO USE CARB AS MY NAME. = FATS = CARB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM FAT. REALLY. OK i will not get started on this was so  irritated and upset whole of yesterday after i went to buy shorts, don't get my body seriously, REALLY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM NOT SKINNY, I JUST DONT SHOW MY FATS. SERIOUSLY. I BET IM LARGER PANT SIZE THAN YOU ALL SKINNY THINGYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think im larger than my mum. No wonder she wanted me to take like a smaller size, UNFORTUNATELY I CANT FIT. I was really really shocked. REALLY SHOCKED yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats why i was so upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so so so upset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really really shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRRRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gain fats in all the wrong places. Its annoying. Whats worse, me is short. Better check my weight soon another fatal shock coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really irritated with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-depressed-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-438632681798531889?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/438632681798531889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/438632681798531889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/d.html' title=':D/:@'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1850931639212252622</id><published>2009-06-14T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:30:30.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:@</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;STUPID PEOPLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-1850931639212252622?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1850931639212252622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1850931639212252622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_14.html' title=':@'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-3668154673629683525</id><published>2009-06-14T08:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:57:48.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGER STRIKE</title><content type='html'>Blogging = Boring.&lt;div&gt;Reading other blogs = No Updates = BORING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for NYLON MAG = SUPER BORING...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook = BORNG x100 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, i deactivated my facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT TO DO?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mail me pictures from friday when theres time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOOD BYE YOU. YOU YOU YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna deactivate this blog in 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-3668154673629683525?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3668154673629683525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3668154673629683525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/blogging-boring.html' title='BLOGGER STRIKE'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-8646411837767129051</id><published>2009-06-13T12:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:24:03.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than conversations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;You make me feel like a complete work of art&lt;br /&gt;when I'm just falling apart&lt;br /&gt;A really nice piece of art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I want to paint. Abstract art. By the beach. With my bestfriends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;And give it to each other. In a frame. With a little note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Edit)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like wearing T-shirt and shorts everywhere i go now. Its too troublesome to decide what to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can i wear T-shirt and shorts to church, To tuition, To shop, To wherever. Pfft.&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/6176557847083946890-8646411837767129051?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8646411837767129051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8646411837767129051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-than-fake-conversations.html' title='More than conversations'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6436350097734752459</id><published>2009-06-12T23:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T23:37:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever 10.</title><content type='html'>Mood: ^_^&lt;div&gt;Location: Savannah Condopark/Emm's Hse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had tons of fun today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After SPA went to watch HM with Jocelyn, Cheryl, Adeline, Jiayi, Sharon. Met ZQ, Amanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Simei. Shopped for food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BBQ, Pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures, Barbarians, "I have never...", Truth or dare, Teachers, Friends, Talking till 10plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shared cab with Adeline, Home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, its one of the best outings ever. The best would be after O lvls, where we can create memories without thinking about O lvls. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6436350097734752459?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6436350097734752459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6436350097734752459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever-10.html' title='Forever 10.'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-358928364278629961</id><published>2009-06-11T15:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:53:00.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short story</title><content type='html'>A big dark brown lizard just dashed out from the big dustbin.&lt;div&gt;I closed the door so its stuck in the cupboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my brother to catch the lizard and throw it down the big dustbin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said im scared in a very annoying retarded way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said whack the lizard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It won't die and dont let it out of the cupboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because i think lizards are disgusting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the lizard is under the fridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think my brother does not understand english.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;/Edit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait for tmr :] Getting all excited now. How to bring Cam? Who brng? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better study for SPA man, i have been slacking the whole day :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paris Hilton's My New BFF (2) is not as nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chem SPA tmr. All the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SjD99ErqFEI/AAAAAAAABL4/uKZ7NMVI2DY/s400/39641303---blake_lively.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346051983359480898" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Blake Lively looks gorgeous here. *ENVY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love her hair!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-358928364278629961?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/358928364278629961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/358928364278629961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/short-story.html' title='Short story'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SjD99ErqFEI/AAAAAAAABL4/uKZ7NMVI2DY/s72-c/39641303---blake_lively.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-3334881497778049418</id><published>2009-06-10T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:49:30.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ BBQ BBQ</title><content type='html'>XXXX OOOOO.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im holding every breath for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-3334881497778049418?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3334881497778049418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3334881497778049418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/bbq-bbq-bbq.html' title='BBQ BBQ BBQ'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-520806809170145619</id><published>2009-06-09T19:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:46:24.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting the better of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moods that take me and erase me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm painted black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is unproductive. Quarrelsome. Addictive. Insightful. Sucky. Fanish. Happy. Tiring. Wasted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow would be a better day :] Haha, W Party nex wk. Good me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, tired tired. I want 17mag for Katy Perry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PICNIC PICNIC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BBQ BBQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PICTURES PICTURES. I WANT A POLAROID CAM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-520806809170145619?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/520806809170145619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/520806809170145619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-better-of-me.html' title='Getting the better of me'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-4768641906088044284</id><published>2009-06-07T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T20:46:18.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!</title><content type='html'>I realise people don't read my facebook info page.&lt;div&gt;It actually contained most of the ans to my facebook quiz. Most. Generally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've watched ALL the episodes of 'We Got Married'! Its damn funny, i wanted to cry when it was the last episode, damn sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my brother like Kim Hyung Joon and he thinks Kim Bum is handsome! AWESOMEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were talking about first impressions today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheryl says i give people a bad first impression she quotes her friend "That girl looks like from american high school the popular unfriendly kind."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG. IM NOT LIKE THAT. Im not popular and im so friendly ok! Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charmaine says im scary. AND SHERILYN AGREED WITH HER. GRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM FRIENDLY AND NICE CAN! BETTER BELIEVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-4768641906088044284?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/4768641906088044284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/4768641906088044284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_07.html' title='!!!!'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-8861682733971144435</id><published>2009-06-05T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:32:11.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last to know romeo</title><content type='html'>Im tired.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im distracted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im delusional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mock SPA was okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've spent to much time here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shouldn't sleep tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating is sucha hassle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SHOULD TOTALLY TWITTER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-8861682733971144435?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8861682733971144435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8861682733971144435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-to-know-romeo.html' title='Last to know romeo'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6075564055996872297</id><published>2009-06-04T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:14:47.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minute.</title><content type='html'>Some people just know how to bring out the best in others.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who are you to judge me or my religion whatever you think you are. Weather you know it or you're subconsciously doing it, like hello my dad doesn't even judge me and he hates me to be a christian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curse you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shall not use "damn" anymore. I will refrain from swearing and getting angry because of useless people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very angry today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bloody angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6075564055996872297?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6075564055996872297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6075564055996872297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/minute.html' title='Minute.'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-2218440262563368725</id><published>2009-06-03T21:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:10:37.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovesongs from our Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SiaB2q8FeAI/AAAAAAAABLc/-hwD-pEHEWU/s1600-h/3133371837_18d9efba30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SiaB2q8FeAI/AAAAAAAABLc/-hwD-pEHEWU/s400/3133371837_18d9efba30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343100784160897026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight, &lt;br /&gt;For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got scolded today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did my english homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My results are ok this term. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im worried for next term.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im worried for O's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go to a good JC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish i knew how to do well for English, really, if only someone can guarantee my O lvl results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nervous laughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can get that after my O's, i just cant wait of O's to be over. Like seriously i can go out on dates, go shopping, do my nails, read shallow books, watch chick flicks, watch gossip girl season1 and season2 straight, learn an instrument (maybe the harp? :D) etc. etc. etc. and not feel guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dont sleep for 24 hours, be stupid. Burn my books. Yeah, paint and paint and paint everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol! And take silly photos, sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im yearning for something so near yet so far. I wish i had a passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, im being stupid now, time do go back to doing english. I CANT FIND MY OTHER NAT GEO. HOW TO DO SPEECH TMR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FEEL SHALLOW AGAIN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IM AN IDIOT SOMETIMES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think im getting on your nerves. K, i'll stop.&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/6176557847083946890-2218440262563368725?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2218440262563368725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2218440262563368725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/lovesongs-from-our-childhood.html' title='Lovesongs from our Childhood'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SiaB2q8FeAI/AAAAAAAABLc/-hwD-pEHEWU/s72-c/3133371837_18d9efba30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-3308470439515288752</id><published>2009-06-02T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T18:18:47.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im on Aldoshoes.com&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suddenly love aldo! Even though they sell beautiful 6-inch stilettos that are kind of dangerous and hard to walk in and they get stuck in soil, break easy, trap in drain gates thingy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-3308470439515288752?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3308470439515288752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3308470439515288752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-on-aldoshoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6252337225994305452</id><published>2009-06-02T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T17:27:36.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a box</title><content type='html'>I decided to delete my previous post because its bursts the bubble that young innocent children live in.&lt;div&gt;That this world is such a perfect place where you can chase your dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah if you have to money. If you dare to take risk and if you don't live in singapore for all your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and if God blesses you 100 times more than most people get. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be idealistic, live and be happy in your perfect little world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Know why im such a cynic to love to dreams and all, because mine kind of got crushed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You won't get it unless you see it for yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats the thing. The time your bubble bursts, is the time you wake up from your dream, therefore the dreams don't exist anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6252337225994305452?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6252337225994305452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6252337225994305452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-box.html' title='In a box'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-8681750741813105155</id><published>2009-06-02T08:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T09:41:42.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know i killed my blog, but i have a sudden urge to say smth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OMG I WAS WATCHING GIRLS OUT LOUD AND ITS SO EMBARRASSING, as in for singaporeans.&lt;div&gt;I was watching the marriage proposal episode and people a.k.a old men adult men whatever actually think the HDB proposal is the best way. I feel disgusted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its vile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot believe if someone actually asks me "Do you want to get a flat together?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freaking sleazy i swear. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even Channel 8 Dramas dont have people proposing with "Lets buy a flat!?" And OMG, FLAT. SERIOUSLY FLAT. Can't even say "Lets buy a condo" its "Lets buy a flat?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont care if it offends people, its the wrong way to propose. Im not even going to say "no offense".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What the hell is wrong with male species.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnessss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a double chocolate frappe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im growing fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its 9.40am, i've been here for 2 hours  I only slept frigging 7 hrs plus. Not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-8681750741813105155?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8681750741813105155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8681750741813105155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-2010952696985093411</id><published>2009-06-01T09:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:14:33.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing her heart out</title><content type='html'>My brother is attempting to sing a korean song from Boys Over Flowers after watching it with me on saturday. A little disturbing, he just repeats the same 2 lines over and over though.&lt;div&gt;Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need shoes, like 10 new pairs. Haha. Yeah the time i really get down to buying 10 new pairs would most probably like i dont know, november. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Im lazy to get out of my house to shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I dont shop online, its dangerous for shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'd rather spent my time at home getting fat than scouting orchard road... Which im not very proud of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still, xxx shopping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont want to use blogger anymore. Hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been saying this like forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And im wasting time. Should be doing something more productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im done with Sundays at Tiffany's, gonna read The Gift from Cheryl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like getting a black heart tattoo. Lol, i think its cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, im just saying, cuz once i get a tattoo all the people i know will disown me. Lol! For SURE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes i forgot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, i dont hate chinese tuition, because i hate chinese. In fact i dont hate chinese. I just spend too much time wondering why i can never do well, maybe its in born, since i dont remember any one time i did well for chinese since i dont know, primary 1. Or eve Kindergarten learning ting xie was never easy. And another thing, i always feel the stupidest in chinese tuition. The teacher always asks me what JC i want to go to, and i always reply anything. See my marks how. And she always laugh and the other people i chinese tuition will say i want to go to VJ la NJ lah, whatever la. After all, i am the stupidest there. And in their eyes im the CMI type.  Even in learning lab. sometimes, just sometimes i feel like im the stupidest there, i know what its like to feel stupid. Because i get the feeling everyweek, or even everyday, since im kind of not the brightest in my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok im done complaining! Haha, Yeah i just choose to ignore the feeling of stupidity, why should i let it get to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10% off miss selfridge products for me! Gooodie! I feel like heading down to WingTai fact to see if there is warehouse sale there. I miss Fortune Park, it was like BESIDE wing tai. And Fortune Park was big. Compared to my 2 current houses. Old times, Bad times, Good times. I don't enjoy reminiscing. It makes me seem so helpless emo, and weak. Which i hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-2010952696985093411?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2010952696985093411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2010952696985093411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/06/singing-her-heart-out.html' title='Singing her heart out'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-5302103302206962847</id><published>2009-05-30T10:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T10:46:03.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candle lighted streets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;We could frolick in the medows and gather flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;with the sunset as our backdrop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SiCc4WkXpyI/AAAAAAAABLM/L2NhE4VHBEQ/s320/PCH1649.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341441650006140706" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet decided to crash and not work wireless, so only 1 computer has excess to it. &lt;div&gt;Bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think all my shows ended. Wow, i think 90210 ended, or they skipped a week, im not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need another source of entertainment this June. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im going on fine with Sunday's at Tiffanys. I think i'd finish it by like monday or tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i can head to San bookshop for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shake my head at random thoughts, and brush them aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need an imaginary friend. But that would scare the shit outta everyone. Too many secrets, way too many.&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/6176557847083946890-5302103302206962847?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/5302103302206962847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/5302103302206962847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/candle-lighted-streets.html' title='Candle lighted streets'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SiCc4WkXpyI/AAAAAAAABLM/L2NhE4VHBEQ/s72-c/PCH1649.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-7652595750778298530</id><published>2009-05-28T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:12:08.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trauma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img src="webkit-fake-url://491FAE89-FE91-450F-AD2D-7880197E2920/smiley_sick_green.jpg" alt="smiley_sick_green.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This is how i feel now. Nauseous. I just checked the calender, I feel like fainting. OMG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;WHEN IS OUR PRELIMS? I know like MYE is just over, but i realise to study everything and master EVERYTHING by like august is almost impossible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;There is Sec 3 and Sec4 work, for like GEOG, LIT, SS?! How to rmb all the SEQ Info, All the Geog stuff, Examples for Lorms, measures, etc. etc. Oh my goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;I wonder why we have to take humanities. And our lit is really slow, i really hope Mrs Loe pulls us all back for like 1 week during June. Like 3rd week of June 2h everyday like Miss Yeo the other time, because its frightening how we are only AT CHAPTER 17. AND WE HAVE 31 CHAPTERS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Im not talking nonsense, because we have 2 textbook for Geog and SS to remember, and SS practically must rmb the whole book. So... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 16px;"&gt;Ok, im done freaking. Am calmer now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-7652595750778298530?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7652595750778298530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7652595750778298530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/trauma.html' title='Trauma'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6897287092476306867</id><published>2009-05-27T21:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:53:29.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Cocolate</title><content type='html'>Mrs Liew's brownies are gooooooood! Yum.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Growing immensely fast sideways due to indulgence is sugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Gonna climb the mountain, And look the eagle in the eye &lt;br /&gt;I won't let fear clip my wings and tell me how high I can fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);  font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);  font-style: italic; line-height: 20px;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/Sh1DLcOT_YI/AAAAAAAABKc/dkRFf4aaZzI/s320/prom2000_2054_25933144.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340498596965121410" /&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/Sh1FgOxVLYI/AAAAAAAABK0/joZ-It0lhsg/s320/4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340501153154411906" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 172px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/Sh1FflCbT-I/AAAAAAAABKk/yy7i9Sh3XuA/s320/73900889.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340501141951827938" /&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/Sh1FgcNy_uI/AAAAAAAABK8/FK-v6y6Yako/s320/THUMB-Love-Story-Baker-2810-RT-8-15-08-cropped-2-41-mb-fb_1228753721.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340501156763467490" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i want a dress, a beautiful gown, not to wear it but to admire its beauty. Taylor Swift's got the BEST dresses of the century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6897287092476306867?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6897287092476306867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6897287092476306867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/silver-cocolate.html' title='Silver Cocolate'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/Sh1DLcOT_YI/AAAAAAAABKc/dkRFf4aaZzI/s72-c/prom2000_2054_25933144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-8540792103217257134</id><published>2009-05-26T18:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:55:40.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miricale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;How wonderful, how beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be closer, closer to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're perfect, i believe in perfect, because i believe in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you make me see perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope everyone else sees perfect too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;You pick me up when I am down and on my own&lt;br /&gt;You hold my hand and lead me on, Into Your plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, for him, for her, for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-8540792103217257134?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8540792103217257134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8540792103217257134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/miricale.html' title='Miricale'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-5148480108226214790</id><published>2009-05-25T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:04:33.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grabbed from Yingbin's</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spell your name with songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;C: Candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;A: All American Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;R: Right next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;I: Its not over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;N: Naturally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;A: All Again For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;The shoes you wore today: School Shoes, Slipeprs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Weakness: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Fears: Birds, Totally black cats/dogs/animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Perfect Pizza: One with cheese and bacon and ham and chicken and mushroom and more cheese and is hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Goal you'd like to acheive: L1r5 &lt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Best Feature: Toe Nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Bedtime: Depends. Usually its 10-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Most Missed Memory: Quite a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This or That:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Pepsi / Coke: Lol! Neither. KIM BUM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;McDonalds / Burger King: Burger King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Adidas / Nike: EW, i dont like both. Nike i guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea / Nestea: Lipton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Chocolate / Vanilla: Vanilla Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Cappuccino / Coffee: Cappuccino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Smoke: No ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Curse: At times. Guilty as charged, heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Sing: In the shower :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Dance: Sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Take a shower everyday: Yes of course!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Want to go to college: Obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Like(d) high school: So far, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Want to get married: Now, yes, 2 hrs later, maybe no. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Get motion sickness: Sometimes if the ride is too jerky and im reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Think you're a health freak: Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Get along with your parents: Define get along, i think im pretty fine with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the past month...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Gone to the mall: Try everyweek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Eaten an entire box or oreos: Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Eaten sushi: i dont think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Been on stage: Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Gone skating: Not even in the past year! How sad right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Made homemade cookies: The last time i baked was during home ec in sec1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Gone skinny dipping: No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What you want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Age you hope to be married: 25-28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Number of children: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Describe your dream wedding: That would take a whole page. But there would be a pale peach dress, A whole lot of white champagne, good music, in a garden with a lot of flowers, and a super cute and hot groom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;What country would you most like to visit: Korea/Paris. Its a dilema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the opposite sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Best eye colour: Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Best hair colour: Black/dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Short hair or long hair: Short with fringe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Who were you with yesterday: The same people i was with today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Who woke you up this morning: Mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Where are you: My bedroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Is tomorrow going to be a good day: I really want it to, even though it just might not be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Honestly, do you get up in the middle of the night and eat: Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Honestly, do you like anyone: Yeah! a few actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Honestly, does anyone like you: I hope so, i dont want people to not like me. Lol. "No one likes me" sounds quites sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;What do you do when you're mad: It starts with a black face, then i ignore eveyone, then i curse, and shout at people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Whats the worst thing you've done when you were mad: Threaten my sister with a scissors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Ever made anyone cry when you were mad: yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Do you swear when you're mad: haha, a lot ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;When was the last time you actually cried: Actually cried? i dont remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Ever cried yourself to sleep: Uh huh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Do certain songs make you cry: Not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;What usually makes you cry: Old people, young children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Are you usually a happy person: i want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;What makes you the happiest: Miracles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;When people say they think you are pretty, do you get happy: I dont get "hey you are pretty" very often, so no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-5148480108226214790?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/5148480108226214790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/5148480108226214790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/grabbed-from-yingbins.html' title='Grabbed from Yingbin&apos;s'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-4530330988818719882</id><published>2009-05-25T16:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:00:00.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blow the candles out looks like a solo tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to be deeper, im such a shallow person...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ways to be deeper 101:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Read deeper stuff! -.- Like nat geo/books that teach ways of life :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Watch BBC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. CUT gossip girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Participate in volunteer work etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Pray for wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of 5, i can only do 1. :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new ambition is to deal with flowers, like flower arrangement. Its like bringing out the beauty in a beauty. What am i saying, tahda, sign of shallowness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a white rose corsage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-4530330988818719882?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/4530330988818719882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/4530330988818719882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-monday.html' title='Hey Monday'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-2553716243425271639</id><published>2009-05-24T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T21:02:51.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your face will be my wallpaper</title><content type='html'>Imac has this wierd habit of loading youtube slowly at night.&lt;div&gt;In the morning everything loads in a split second. Geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, off to read my chick book and then to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-2553716243425271639?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2553716243425271639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2553716243425271639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-face-will-be-my-wallpaper.html' title='Your face will be my wallpaper'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1378872768674307197</id><published>2009-05-24T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T09:54:04.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:O</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;They are damn funny i swear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvSoNrHwbPA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dvSoNrHwbPA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-1378872768674307197?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1378872768674307197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1378872768674307197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/o.html' title=':O'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1909960263021468229</id><published>2009-05-23T22:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T22:06:24.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 lovers</title><content type='html'>I feel stalkerish. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Midnight IM sessions, I wonder if we should have a Midnight picnic sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting permission should be the hardest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add to the "Things to do after O lvl list!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have free recess this Monday :) My display name has not change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-XO.&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/6176557847083946890-1909960263021468229?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1909960263021468229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1909960263021468229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/2-lovers.html' title='2 lovers'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-8646751869188752616</id><published>2009-05-23T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T16:47:28.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I can almost see it&lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreaming but&lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside my head sayin,&lt;br /&gt;You'll never reach it,&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking,&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels&lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking but I&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep trying&lt;br /&gt;Got to keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always going to be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always going to want to make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you going to have to lose,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there,&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what?s waiting on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing,&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they knock me down but&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not breaking&lt;br /&gt;I may not know it&lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to remember most yeah&lt;br /&gt;Just got to keep going&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;I got to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know im not a Miley fan but this song is meaningful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im done with BOF, its an awesome show, and Kim Bum is damn cute, cuter than all the hollywood starlets! :D Junpyo is good looking too. Makes me sad that all we have are i quote Jocelyn "HDB guys" Jandi is a HDB girl, so thats fine. I don't like living in HDB by the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'll migrate when im older. Im more and more sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or I can be a traveller, i want to explore this beautiful world God gave us, i don't want to be a workaholic. I doubt i want a family now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or i'll just be a typical singaporean, with minimum accomplishments in love, in life. HDB proposals LOL. like fore telling your marriage will fail. Funerals are held in HDB void decks. I wonder if people actually propose at the HDB void deck, that would be... hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-8646751869188752616?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8646751869188752616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8646751869188752616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/climb.html' title='The Climb'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-7364628524413068881</id><published>2009-05-20T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:50:58.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy</title><content type='html'>Family problems.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am i to be perfect when all i see is imperfect?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, i limit my complains for my family to my family and myself. Rarely do i find one that understands and is willing to listen, but thats okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-7364628524413068881?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7364628524413068881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7364628524413068881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-boy.html' title='Oh boy'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-7533812613110563533</id><published>2009-05-19T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:07:26.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finale</title><content type='html'>This is the FIRST time i cried while watching gossip girl. Amazing, i was shocked when my vision blurred and tears came down, at the part where the bomb dropped and damn mother chucker refused to say he loves blair. At that point i was like DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT THE LAST 2 MINUTES WERE LIKE THE GREATEST OF ALL! I WAS SO HAPPY SO SO SO HAPPY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DAMN MY SISTER JUST SPOILT MY MOOD, AND I CANT DO THIS POST PROPERLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAD TO WAIT TILL LIKE 8.15PM TO WATCH GOSSIP GIRL, BECAUSE SHE HAS CCA BECAUSE HER SCHOOL IS IN BUKIT TIMAH AND NOW SHE WANTS TO USE THE COMPUTER, JUST WHEN IM ABOUT TO WATCH BOF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geez. AND JUST WHEN IM HAPPY ABT GOSSIP GIRL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still its be best season ever. And Georgina and Blair omg! Georgina and Blair! I thought it was going to be Vanessa who would expect Georgina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Season 3 is going to be amazing. Really. And i hope they have at least 5 seasons, i mean The OC had 5 season or was it more? Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now babysissy has to use the computer. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-7533812613110563533?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7533812613110563533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7533812613110563533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/finale.html' title='Finale'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-6770126367293119165</id><published>2009-05-17T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:00:06.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gossip</title><content type='html'>I was on Gossip Girl insider and watching one of Leighton Meester's  interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leighton: I usually dont go for the guy i should go for. You should go for a Dan, but i would go for a Chuck. (short pause) And i usually end up with a Nate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, shes so cute. Ok, im indulgence in Gossip Girl should end on Tuesday :D&lt;br /&gt;Bear with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-6770126367293119165?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6770126367293119165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/6770126367293119165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/gossip.html' title='Gossip'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-2993227885019245930</id><published>2009-05-16T09:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T11:09:30.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovestory</title><content type='html'>Its been pretty much just gossip girl for the whole of this week since tuesday. &lt;div&gt;Yeah and soon i'll be bored of it. Now i cant wait for the finale, and FINALLY Chuck and Blair can be together. I think there should be another heartbreaking scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blair and Nate or Blair and Chuck. B and C clearly have sparks! And chuck is the best! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday! Yes, i cannot wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i wonder how season 3 will turn out. Their college years, its going to be interesting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They started at like Junior Year for the show, so like their high school period we saw was like 2years, junior year and senior year. And their Sophomore year was the Serena and Nate scandal. hmm. What about freshman? I think they should do a prequel!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my, i saw an interview and they said the cast signed a contract of 6 years to Gossip Girl. Thats so great! Im considering reading The Caryles or smth the name is kind of hard to remember. But since Chuck turned out to be a Basstard lol, and he became GAY i didnt read Gossip Girl anymore. But after they went to college in the book, the characters have changed... So... hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE CONCLUDED, FAIRYTALES/TV LOVE IS UNREALISTIC AS I ALWAYS SAY AND TELL PEOPLE TO NOT BELIEVE THEM, IM GOING TO DO OTHERWISE FROM NOW, IM GOING TO BELIEVE THEM. THAT THEY EXIST. Even thought this might lead me to 1. Migrating or 2. Not getting married at all. oh well. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/Sg4c5jmfufI/AAAAAAAABKM/uhY_vUKQ2OU/s320/B%26C-3words8letters.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336234383615441394" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didnt edit it, someone else did. I just ripped it off. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" align="center" color="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Your Dream Engagement Ring Has a Heart Diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourdreamengagementringquiz/heart-diamond.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wear your heart on your sleeve, so of course you should also wear it on your ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart diamond is the perfect choice for highlighting your passionate disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a true romantic can get away with wearing this ring. Luckily, that's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A diamond heart, its so true, i really want a ring like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think im going to not buy Seventeen singapore anymore. Im going for a change, should i get American Seventeen, TeenVogue, Cosmogirl or Nylon? I love the pictures in Nylon Mag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-2993227885019245930?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2993227885019245930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2993227885019245930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-pretty-much-just-gossip-girl.html' title='Lovestory'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/Sg4c5jmfufI/AAAAAAAABKM/uhY_vUKQ2OU/s72-c/B%26C-3words8letters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1387250398899523049</id><published>2009-05-15T21:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:37:49.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY QUIZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Since everybody on facebook has this how much you know about -person-  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So i decided to do one on blogger, since my friends do read my blog. I SUPPOSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Here it goes, its easy, very!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;1. The feature i wish to change most if i ever went for plastic is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(A) My butt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(B) My nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(C) My eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(D) My lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(E) Im afraid the surgery would fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2. My favourite type of clothing is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(A) Flowery/Printed dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(B) Tank tops and Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(C) T-shirts and Miniskirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(D) Slightly above the knee causal dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(E) Halters and Shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;3. I wish i had hair like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(A) Leighton Meester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(B) Jessica Stroup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(C) Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(D) Hayley Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(E) Blake Lively&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;4. My favourite nail polish colour is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(A) Pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(B) Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(C) Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(D) White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(E) Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;5. If i could and would succeed my career choice would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(A) A lawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(B) A designer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(C) A model/actress/celeb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(D) An ice-skater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;(E) A socialite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay comment your ans and we see who wins :D Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;DO IT OKAY. IF I DONT GET REPLIES I WILL BE VERY SAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-1387250398899523049?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1387250398899523049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1387250398899523049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-quiz.html' title='MY QUIZ'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-481392558724405238</id><published>2009-05-15T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T00:33:51.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;1. last beverage? Water. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;2. last phone call? Emmeline, which was like what yesterday because i missed called her.&lt;br /&gt;3. last text message? Amanda Chong.&lt;br /&gt;4. last song you listened to? I honestly cannot remember, it was a song on a Chuck and Blair video.&lt;br /&gt;5. last time you cried? Hmmm, briefly before the exam started. Yeah i think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;6. dated someone twice? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;7. been cheated on? Maybe, teachers cheat feelings all the time, students all get cheated. Haha, joking.&lt;br /&gt;8. kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it? Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;9. lost someone special? Yes, really special.&lt;br /&gt;10. been depressed? HAHAHA, ALL THE TIME?&lt;br /&gt;11. been drunk and threw up? No. i wouldnt drink till i get drunk, that would be an awful and embarrassing sight.&lt;br /&gt;12. LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS: White, Silver, Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;13. Made new friends? Its been a long time since i met new people.&lt;br /&gt;14. Fallen out of love? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;15. Laughed until you cried? HAHAHAHA YES. Cried until i laugh too.&lt;br /&gt;16. Met someone who changed you? Not yet. Unless you count God? But i've known him since young sooo...&lt;br /&gt;17. Found out who your true friends were? Hopefully. And hopefully more to come (:&lt;br /&gt;18. Found out someone was talking about you? YES, Shit happens. Everyone gets it. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;19. Kissed anyone on your friend's list? Haha, my current friends list is pretty short, like 2 cm, so no.&lt;br /&gt;20. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life? LIKE EVERYONE OF THEM!?&lt;br /&gt;21. How many kids do you want to have? That is if i get married, im fickle, so currently 2.&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you have any pets? No, they all died.&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you want to change your name? Maybe to like something from the periodic table! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;24. What did you do for your last birthday? Errr... i cannot remember, but i know what i'll be doing this year, studying, for o levels. Yeah how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;25. What time did you wake up today? 8plus, nine. Late!&lt;br /&gt;26. What were you doing at midnight last night? Watching 90210.&lt;br /&gt;27. Name something you CANNOT wait for? Hmm, November 13.&lt;br /&gt;28. Last time you saw your father? Err, Wednesday night.&lt;br /&gt;29. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life? My wealth state? Or maybe, my family state, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you listening to right now? msn tones due to convosation with odelia and cheryl, and another with jess.&lt;br /&gt;31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? Honestly, i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;32. What's getting on your nerves right now? Nothing, i cant believe im saying it.&lt;br /&gt;33. Most visited webpage? YOUTUBE. YIDIO. GOOGLE. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;34. Whats your real name? Carina Bopee Chung!&lt;br /&gt;35. Nicknames? Car.&lt;br /&gt;36. Relationship Status? Attached with many strings and sticky tape. No lah, single.&lt;br /&gt;37. Zodiac sign? ROOOOSTER.&lt;br /&gt;38. Male or female or transgender? Female!&lt;br /&gt;39. Elementary School? Pei Chun Public School.&lt;br /&gt;40. Middle School? Tanjong Katong Girls&lt;br /&gt;41. High school ? High school ends at like 18, so its half Tkgs and JC.&lt;br /&gt;42. Hair color? My is black, i wish it was chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;43. Long or short? Long with bouncy curls, like Blake lively.&lt;br /&gt;44. Height? 157 im short, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;45. Do you have a crush on someone? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;46. What do you like about yourself? My.... bones. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;47. Piercings? Ear.&lt;br /&gt;48. Tattoos? Nope, but i might get 1 in the future, if i get my parents approval.&lt;br /&gt;49. Righty or lefty? RIGHTY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;50. First surgery? NO NO NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;51. First piercing? 12&lt;br /&gt;52. First best friend? My kindergaten friends, and my cousin. Who grew up with me since we were born. BUT NOW...&lt;br /&gt;53. First sport you joined? Swimming, i hated every lesson, cried every lesson.&lt;br /&gt;54. First pet? Fishes.&lt;br /&gt;55. First vacation? Australia? Im not sure if i went to any earlier than that.&lt;br /&gt;56. First concert? I've never been to a concert, except like churchy ones.&lt;br /&gt;57. First crush? Hmm, it shall and will forever remain a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;58. Eating? nothing.&lt;br /&gt;59. Drinking? nothing&lt;br /&gt;60. Listening to? nothing&lt;br /&gt;61. Waiting for? Gossip Girl season finale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;58. Want kids? sure.&lt;br /&gt;59. Want to get married? currently yes, but yesterday it was first yes than no.&lt;br /&gt;60. Careers in mind? As long as im above average, have quite a bit of disposable income, and what im doing is proper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX? :&lt;br /&gt;68. Lips or eyes? Eyes!&lt;br /&gt;69. Hugs or kisses? Both like, at the right time, its the best.&lt;br /&gt;70. Shorter or taller? Taller duh! im already short.&lt;br /&gt;71. Older or Younger? Older!&lt;br /&gt;72. Romantic or spontaneous? both. i want chuck bass.&lt;br /&gt;73. Nice stomach or nice arms? BOTHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or loud? Sensitive, i dont need another me.&lt;br /&gt;75. Hook-up or relationship? Relationship.&lt;br /&gt;77. Trouble maker or hesitant? Trouble maker. Hesitant, thats too ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;78. Kissed a stranger? nope.&lt;br /&gt;79. Drank hard liquor? Yeah like one super small sip, not a very good taste. BURNS.&lt;br /&gt;80. Lost glasses/contacts? YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;81. Sex on first date? No way.&lt;br /&gt;82. Broke someone's heart? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;83. Had your own heart broken? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;85. Been arrested? No...&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down? Yes. Though im not attractive and not many people like me, i've turned at least 1 down.&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died? Yes for a whole week.&lt;br /&gt;88. Liked a friend that is a guy? Maybe. Though im not sure if it could be considered as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself? sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles? Of course, they are about the most beautiful thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight? NO. LOVE NOT EQUALS LIKE. PEOPLE NEED TO STOP BELIEVING IN SUCH THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven? Yes! i hope to be there someday.&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Clause? nope. but secretly i wish he was real.&lt;br /&gt;95. Kiss on the first date? I wouldnt mind, 3 second kiss.&lt;br /&gt;96. Angels? Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now? Hahaha, if its even possible, its a character from a show?!&lt;br /&gt;98. Had more than one boyfriend/ girlfriend at one time? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths? Hahaha. yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-481392558724405238?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/481392558724405238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/481392558724405238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-521506526756657639</id><published>2009-05-14T11:02:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:49:39.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TV Frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PhmmrYb37NU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PhmmrYb37NU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 6 minutes is so awesome. And Matt Lanter is so cute :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to embed the Gossip Girl video, But its all not allowed, geez. SO WATCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LYvNahy90O4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;I've watched it over and over and over and over for like more than 10x.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Heartbreaking. Heartwarming. Gossip Girl is the best, i cant believe theres only 1 episode left for the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Then i have to wait until after O levels to watch season3 even though it comes out in August. Lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;Jia An has a longer wait. 2010! Poor girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More More... Just all the Chuck and Blair moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIv3_99CXIY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIv3_99CXIY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UeC7lS9dJ28&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UeC7lS9dJ28&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0gGjk8eW9Ps&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0gGjk8eW9Ps&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ammd2-I8k6A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ammd2-I8k6A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OaOovqtG4sc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OaOovqtG4sc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hgale18 has the best Gossip girl last minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hnzZNnMNAys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the most touching scene.&lt;div&gt; AND EMBEDDING IS DISABLED, GEEZ. It can go on replay in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-521506526756657639?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/521506526756657639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/521506526756657639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/tv-frenzy.html' title='TV Frenzy'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-2061436682375504716</id><published>2009-05-08T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:42:52.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway Bride</title><content type='html'>Good Bye Cyber Space.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diary Kid from now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letters to lovers, Penned thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-2061436682375504716?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2061436682375504716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/2061436682375504716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/05/runaway-bride.html' title='Runaway Bride'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-7279387428437855224</id><published>2009-04-18T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T21:54:27.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Danger Alert</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;div&gt;Its been ages since i blogged man. Have been doing lots of diary work instead. Lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant wait for MYEs to be over. Or start. Haha. Im so not prepared ): But im being good and not watch 90210 and will not watch Gossip girl. It would make me a lot less depressed at my plummeting results. Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay. All the best for MYEs, i'd rather we had prelims than MYE. This school is wierd. Oh well. At least we have IR. I think thats productive. Especially the Math and Amath ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want Mrs Liew to be my Chem IR teacher, Its like better cuz we're used to her teaching alr ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-7279387428437855224?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7279387428437855224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/7279387428437855224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/04/danger-alert.html' title='Danger Alert'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-1783884776856372943</id><published>2009-04-10T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:57:11.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's not the fault of student if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he/she fails because the year ONLY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has 365 days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;typical academic year for a student:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Sundays - 52 Sundays in a year, you know Sundays are for rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days left 313.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Summer holidays - 50 where weather is very hot and difficult to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days left 263.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. 8 hours daily sleep - 130 days GONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days left 141.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. 1 hour for daily playing- (good for health) means 15 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days left 126.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. 2 hours daily for food &amp;amp; other delicacies (chewing properly &amp;amp; swallowing) - means 30 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days left 96.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. 1 hour for talking (man is a social animal) - means 15 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days left 81.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Exam days - per year at least 35 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days left 46.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Quarterly, half yearly and festival (holidays) - 40 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days left 6.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. For sickness - at least 3 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days left 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Movies and functions- at least 2 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 day left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. That 1 day is your birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can you study on that day ?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Balance = 0 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can a student pass?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hilarious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-1783884776856372943?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1783884776856372943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/1783884776856372943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/04/coolio.html' title='Coolio.'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-8361780776099932547</id><published>2009-04-09T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:42:50.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yeah, I'm walking on a tightrope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm wrapped up in vienes, I think we'll make it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;But you just gotta give me time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Strike me down with lightning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Let me feel you in my veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I wanna let you know how much I feel your pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I havent listened to it since a long time. Brings backs memories.. Yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's been fine, lots of stuff to think about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i'll give up blogging for the time being. Focus on studies and shows. Hahah! Basically watching to many videos online, therefore neglectin my blog. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&amp;amp;M IN TAMPINES 1 MAN. WHY TAMPINES, FAR LEH. LOL. BUT H&amp;amp;M YAY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really hope they dont mark up the price so absurdly like they do in Forever21. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-8361780776099932547?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8361780776099932547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/8361780776099932547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-im-walking-on-tightrope-im-wrapped.html' title='Flashback'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-3608594702056665537</id><published>2009-03-28T15:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T15:42:51.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countless times,</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Rm3GFmlLdQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Rm3GFmlLdQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little girl with a long ponytail was walking along a road, then she came to a crossroad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along one bright pretty lights dangled down the trees, along the other candies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Knowing the both roads would lead to a bustling cosmopolitan city. Without hesitation, she chose the latter. Candies, a kid would never give up candies. Along the road she saw rabbits, deers and a unicorn. And after sometime, she forgot the other road. The other path she once used to take, the one where the bright lights would never lose their light, and she'd never lose her way. For she saw no purpose going down, she loved candies, not lights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once in while she'd turn back and wonder if the other road would have been a better choice. But soon forgets it when Willie Wonka's Gobstoppers hung on the next tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-3608594702056665537?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3608594702056665537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/3608594702056665537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/03/countless-times.html' title='Countless times,'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6176557847083946890.post-5132924663298766651</id><published>2009-03-21T12:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:18:05.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper Heart</title><content type='html'>These holiday is so unproductive.&lt;div&gt;Im looking forward to Gossip Girl. But to curb addiction i'll wait till Friday before i watch. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think i must limit all my leisure to only 1. Gossip girl, 2. 90210, When it starts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I SHOULD NOT WATCH ANTM CYCLE 12. Damnit. I dont know why i stupidly went to watch it. Shoot me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Yeah, unproductive because after i've decided what i want to complete for the day, like e.g: 4 things. I end up only doing 1, wth. And on thursday i was watching antm, my mother went like "CARINA DID YOU STUDY?" Scare the poop out of me, cuz she rarely ask me stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And thennnn, Sheryl went smsed me something abt Amath, and reminded me the date for Amath O lvls, which i have conveniently forgotten yet again. Lol. Ok lah, i know O's start on 26october for English... AND ENDS ON 13 NOVEMBER :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Amath is like 30 october. YEAH. I WONDER WHATS SO SPECIAL ABOUT THE NEXT DAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Programmed in me already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pfft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, another thing, I realised i put on TOO MUCH weight, and all my cellulites are damn visible. Makes me damn disgusted. And theres P.E. on monday. Ok, i shall run. Lol. Was suppose to exercise during the holidays but all i've done is eat. Pizza, Dimsum, Cakes, Doughnuts, Chocolates, Soft Drinks, Macdonalds, Fried food. Yeah seriously. Im not lying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the whole of next term im gonna not go recess. Or go like once a week, or Twice. LOL. Because 1 i need to lose the weight. I need my BMI to go down. It went up again. Depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And another reason is because i need some money to buy somethings to make me happy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. I want to save for a bracelet from Heirloom Asia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6176557847083946890-5132924663298766651?l=inkedhearts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/5132924663298766651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6176557847083946890/posts/default/5132924663298766651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inkedhearts.blogspot.com/2009/03/these-holiday-is-so-unproductive.html' title='Paper Heart'/><author><name>Carina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12178646734410889063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KTUX7Hj6Jtc/SyOusAdoWGI/AAAAAAAABNQ/1s8VTJSSv5o/S220/DSC_0147.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
