<?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-1620173859438989743</id><updated>2012-02-17T10:53:26.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[C][A][R][O][L][I][N][E] :)</title><subtitle type='html'>hallo every body... my name is caroline...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>160</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-8223916568034794957</id><published>2009-04-28T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:01:15.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Real name: Caroline Tay Sui Ling&lt;br /&gt;2. Nick name: Carol/Ling/etc...&lt;br /&gt;3. stay sign: Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;4. male or female: Female5. Primary school: White Sands Primary&lt;br /&gt;6. Secondary School: Siglap Secondary&lt;br /&gt;7. Poly/JC: --&lt;br /&gt;8. Hair color: Black/Brown&lt;br /&gt;9. Long or short: Short&lt;br /&gt;10. Loud or Quiet: It depends&lt;br /&gt;11. Sweats or jeans: --&lt;br /&gt;12. Phone or Camera: Phone Camera&lt;br /&gt;13. Health Freak: --&lt;br /&gt;14. Drink or smoke: erms...&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have a crush on someone?: erm erm...&lt;br /&gt;16. Eat or drink: Both&lt;br /&gt;17. Piercing: yah&lt;br /&gt;18. Tattoos: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Been in a airplane: yah&lt;br /&gt;20. Been in a relationship: yah&lt;br /&gt;21. Been in a car accident: nope..&lt;br /&gt;22. Been in a fist fight: nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. First piercing: Ear&lt;br /&gt;24. First best friend: Gerard&lt;br /&gt;25. First award: Grad from kindergarten?&lt;br /&gt;26. First crush: Ryan Tan&lt;br /&gt;28: First vacation: Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LASTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Last person you talked to: My mum&lt;br /&gt;30. Last person you texted: Eunice mummy&lt;br /&gt;31. Last person(s) you watched a movie with: The GXY! team&lt;br /&gt;32. Last food you ate: Rice&lt;br /&gt;33. Last movie you watched: Twilight&lt;br /&gt;34. Last song you listened to: I Wanted You&lt;br /&gt;35. Last thing you bought: Food&lt;br /&gt;36. Last person you hugged: Gerard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVES:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Food: Chocolate, KINDERJOY!!&lt;br /&gt;38. Drinks: GREEN TEA, milk&lt;br /&gt;39. Clothing: Tee=D&lt;br /&gt;40. Books: Twilight Saga Series&lt;br /&gt;41. Song: Lots&lt;br /&gt;42. Flower: Roses&lt;br /&gt;43. Colors: Purple/ Blue/ White/ Black&lt;br /&gt;44. Movies: Dunno..&lt;br /&gt;45. Phrase: 飞上天了了lorh.. (hahas)&lt;br /&gt;46. Subjects: Dunno...&lt;br /&gt;47. [] Kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;48. [] Celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;49. [x] Had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;50. [x] Went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;51. [x] Someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;52. [?] Came out of the closet&lt;br /&gt;53. [] Gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;54. [] Had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;55. [x] Done something you've regretted&lt;br /&gt;56. [x] Broken a Promise &lt;br /&gt;57. [x] Hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;58. [x] pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;59. [x] Met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;60. [x] Pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;61. [x] Left the country&lt;br /&gt;62. [x] Tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;63. [x] Cried over the silliest thing&lt;br /&gt;64. [] Ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;65. [x] Went to the beach with your best friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;66. [x] Stay single the whole year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Eating: Nothing..&lt;br /&gt;68. Drinking: My saliva?&lt;br /&gt;69. I'm about to: Study&lt;br /&gt;70. Listening to: Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;71. Plans for tomorrow: --&lt;br /&gt;72. Waiting for: Gerard/ 'O' Levels to end!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;73. Want kids?: yah.. 2-3&lt;br /&gt;74. Want to get married?: yah&lt;br /&gt;75. Career in mind: Chinese Teacher&lt;br /&gt;76. Lips or Eyes: Both&lt;br /&gt;77. Shorter or Taller: Taller&lt;br /&gt;78. Romantic or spontaneous: Both&lt;br /&gt;79. Nice stomach or nice arms: Both&lt;br /&gt;80. Sensitive or loud: Depends&lt;br /&gt;81: Hook-up or Relationship: ??&lt;br /&gt;82. Trouble-maker or hesitant: --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Lost glasses/contacts: yah&lt;br /&gt;84. Ran away from home: nope..&lt;br /&gt;85. Hold a gun/ knife for self defence: nope..&lt;br /&gt;86. Killed somebody: nope..&lt;br /&gt;87. Broken someone's heart: yah&lt;br /&gt;88. Been arrested: nope..&lt;br /&gt;89. Cried when someone died: yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Yourself: Of COS!&lt;br /&gt;91. Miracles: Yah&lt;br /&gt;92. Love at first sight: yah&lt;br /&gt;93. Heaven: yah&lt;br /&gt;94. Santa Claus: nope..&lt;br /&gt;95. Sex on the first date: nope..&lt;br /&gt;96: Kiss on first date: yah&lt;br /&gt;97. Is there one person you want to be with right now?: yupps&lt;br /&gt;98. Are you seriouly happy with where you are in life?: maybe? maybe not?&lt;br /&gt;99. Do you believe in God?: yupps&lt;br /&gt;100. this is the 100th and the last&lt;br /&gt;Question: Do you feel empty?: In side of me, I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tag 10 people to do this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;- Tze Ai&lt;br /&gt;- Alyssa&lt;br /&gt;- Ching Yee&lt;br /&gt;- Wan Ting&lt;br /&gt;- Belinda&lt;br /&gt;-Chi Ling&lt;br /&gt;-Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;-Joey&lt;br /&gt;-Atiqah&lt;br /&gt;-Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-8223916568034794957?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8223916568034794957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=8223916568034794957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8223916568034794957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8223916568034794957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/04/1.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-3834109206427582097</id><published>2009-04-27T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T21:49:07.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im freaking tired...&lt;br /&gt;tired of life..&lt;br /&gt;tired of home..&lt;br /&gt;tired of school...&lt;br /&gt;tired of studies...&lt;br /&gt;tired of everyting...&lt;br /&gt;i juz wanna be lost in my own carefree world...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i will be able to tink btr...&lt;br /&gt;to tink of wat i realli wan...&lt;br /&gt;how i realli wan it...&lt;br /&gt;" memories of the you i loved are in front of me again.&lt;br /&gt; i can't feel it, i can't laugh...&lt;br /&gt;tears kept falling.&lt;br /&gt;Can you reaturn to the me who loves you?&lt;br /&gt;so that you can fall asleep in my  arms?&lt;br /&gt;Return to me!"&lt;br /&gt;i realli misses you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-3834109206427582097?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3834109206427582097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=3834109206427582097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3834109206427582097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3834109206427582097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-freaking-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-8575939006166271446</id><published>2009-04-20T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T23:00:39.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOT!!!!! its a S_I_L_V_E_R!!! hahahs...&lt;br /&gt;today, in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;we were still getting alot of scoldings frm our senioor...&lt;br /&gt;n at vch, we were still scolded by mr lee...&lt;br /&gt;haiiz...&lt;br /&gt;however, we totally gave all we had...&lt;br /&gt;althou we did nt do very well for the set piece,&lt;br /&gt;but the other 2 pulled us up alot...&lt;br /&gt;esp. kalla kalla...&lt;br /&gt;it was our best performance sooo far,&lt;br /&gt;as said by mr lee...&lt;br /&gt;aft tat, we sat for awhile n came bk to sch...&lt;br /&gt;some of us remained in sch to wait for the results&lt;br /&gt;tat will b at 6pm...&lt;br /&gt;we waited n waited...&lt;br /&gt;i was the first to knw the results cos mr lee text me...&lt;br /&gt;i was on the verge of tears when i saw the msg...&lt;br /&gt;but i control...&lt;br /&gt;i told them the results,&lt;br /&gt;dhen i started crying...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;we were soo happy...&lt;br /&gt;n the most important thing, mr lee is happy...&lt;br /&gt;so are the t'chers n the seniors...&lt;br /&gt;thank you everyone for the hard work put in...&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the farewell gift...&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys=D&lt;br /&gt;S_I_L_V_E_R!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-8575939006166271446?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8575939006166271446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=8575939006166271446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8575939006166271446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8575939006166271446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/04/woot-its-silver-hahahs.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-4855886382920784175</id><published>2009-04-19T17:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:20:30.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wat the hell is happening to the ppl of tis world?&lt;br /&gt;haiz.. i realli dun understand...&lt;br /&gt;i tot u had realli loved me..&lt;br /&gt;but i was rong..&lt;br /&gt;i tink i made the right decision to break wuth you...&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't like, break le jiu break..&lt;br /&gt;thrs sumting called feelings...&lt;br /&gt;love and lust?&lt;br /&gt;i realli dun understand...&lt;br /&gt;but i dun wanna understand either...&lt;br /&gt;i will  not hate u 'cos ur after my body,&lt;br /&gt;but i knw u wan me to hate u, n dhen 4get bout u...&lt;br /&gt;i'll try... b'cos i knw i dun belong to u anymore..&lt;br /&gt;but i realli wanna thank you for ALL the WONDERFUL memories we had...&lt;br /&gt;seriously, it was the 1st time i realli loved a person...&lt;br /&gt;u could'nt make me love you more...&lt;br /&gt;i guess its all over now...&lt;br /&gt;but i guess we still are the good childhood fren since young...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tats all my dears~&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Promises that are broken is and will always be broken...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-4855886382920784175?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4855886382920784175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=4855886382920784175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4855886382920784175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4855886382920784175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/04/wat-hell-is-happening-to-ppl-of-tis.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-298407049477096045</id><published>2009-04-18T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:08:06.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>syf is like in 2 days time...&lt;br /&gt;hope we get nth lesser then wat we got 2 yrs back...&lt;br /&gt;n uz for the syf, we hav a set of rules to follow...&lt;br /&gt;im juz gonna put them here in case any members nid to refer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1) No Spicy food allowed.&lt;br /&gt;2) No Oily food allowed.&lt;br /&gt;3) No Fried food allowed.&lt;br /&gt;4) No Dairy products allowed.&lt;br /&gt;5) No Sweet drinks allowed.&lt;br /&gt;6) Sleep by 10pm LATEST(on sunday) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;7) No Ice Creams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8) No Peanut Butter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;9) No Heaty Food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10) No Crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;these are basically the rules u MUST obey..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;below will be the schedule.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.32-6.45&lt;/strong&gt;: report to school, go to music room straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.00-7.45: &lt;/strong&gt;breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.50-8.45: &lt;/strong&gt;get ready.. Make-ups and costumes must be ready by 8.45am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.45-9.15: &lt;/strong&gt;vocal warm-ups.. and physical warm-ups..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.15-9.30: &lt;/strong&gt;take bus to VCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.00am:&lt;/strong&gt; reach VCH and hav a short practice with Mr Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, tats all i guess...&lt;br /&gt;if u nid to knw the schedule, juz scroll up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tats all my dears~&lt;br /&gt;p.s. you love mango, but i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-298407049477096045?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/298407049477096045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=298407049477096045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/298407049477096045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/298407049477096045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/04/syf-is-like-in-2-days-time.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-3263596224162694706</id><published>2009-04-11T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:14:57.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person..&lt;br /&gt;When someone is in your life for a REASON,&lt;br /&gt;it is usually to meet a needyou have expressed.&lt;br /&gt;They have come to assist you through a difficulty,&lt;br /&gt;to provide you withguidance and support,&lt;br /&gt;To aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;They may seem like a godsend and they are.&lt;br /&gt;They are there for the reason you need them to be.&lt;br /&gt;Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,&lt;br /&gt;this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to anend.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.&lt;br /&gt;What we must realize is that our need has been met,&lt;br /&gt;our desirefulfilled, their work is done.&lt;br /&gt;The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people come into your life for a SEASON,&lt;br /&gt;because your turn hascome to share, grow or learn.&lt;br /&gt;They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;They may teach you something you have never done.&lt;br /&gt;They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Believe it, it is real. But only for a season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons,&lt;br /&gt;things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.&lt;br /&gt;Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what&lt;br /&gt;you have learned to use in all otherrelationships and areas of your life.&lt;br /&gt;It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-3263596224162694706?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3263596224162694706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-6168019504965906924</id><published>2009-04-09T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T09:15:04.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>todae, went to prp with sis , yusheng n tommy to celebrate sis's b'dae... it was sooo fun... today, i realli feel tat all my troubles are gone...first, we went thr, dhen we rented couple bikes.. dhen cos sis shy, she din wanna sit with tommy, so, she rode with ys n i rode with tommy... they were in front of us, but it din take long for us to catch up, n soon they were out of sight.. hahah... it was damn fun.. i felt damn relax.. dhen we stop at one end of the park n we took pics... alot of them.. haha.. so were damn cool!!=D dhen ys ask me go on him n tommy dhe shoulder, like cheerleader litat... haha... dhen when trying to get up, damn funny lorh!! in the end, it was nt successful... hahah.. dhen we puffed and joked alot... so, we continued the journey, n ended up at the playground... damn fun again.. haah.. 1st, we play dhe swing, dhen ys came to push me.. dhen i was twisting n turning, n my sch skirt fly... zg liao lorh!! when cycling oso my skirt kip flying... dhen after tat, we went to play dhe satelite.. sis din wana go, but we said tat she has to play everyting we play, cos its her b'dae.. dhen she got no choice n she played... dhen damn funny larh!!!! hahas! dhen aft tat, we played alot of crazy tings... dhen we went to flying fox!! it was C_R_A_Z_Y man!! hahah... i almost cost ys to hav no father's day... hahaha.... dhen aft awhile more, we went to return the bike alr.. dhen we waited at the bus stop for the bus, but the bus damn long, so we took cab back instead lorh... ahahas... todae was a very very fun day!! last by nt least, HAPPY B'DAE in advance, sis.. love ya~ tats all my dear:) *p.s.i loved you, but im gonna stop loving u soon.. cos i dun tink u love me any longer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SekpSZlTn6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/cvVp925zB_c/s1600-h/rofl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325833430424068002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SekpSZlTn6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/cvVp925zB_c/s320/rofl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SekpSeW_g5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6LLUsmwgxmA/s1600-h/cheerleading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325833431706207122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SekpSeW_g5I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/6LLUsmwgxmA/s320/cheerleading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SekpSZlTn6I/AAAAAAAAAbY/cvVp925zB_c/s1600-h/rofl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-6168019504965906924?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6168019504965906924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=6168019504965906924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/6168019504965906924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>is it wrong?&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. we all do have our personal tots and feelings..&lt;br /&gt;however, is it so hard to hav time for yr own personal stuff?&lt;br /&gt;yes, im in the wrong,&lt;br /&gt;but scolding and accusing me b4 u find out the truth is totally yr fault...&lt;br /&gt;Life is always like tis... all u can do about it is nothing at all...&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk off bitch!! u onli make my life more miserable!!!&lt;br /&gt;you told me to 4get, and i tried my best..&lt;br /&gt;i almost succeeded, but u triggered my memory again...&lt;br /&gt;dhen u accused tat i kept tinking of him..&lt;br /&gt;you started cursing n swearing at me about him..&lt;br /&gt;WATS YR PROBLEM??!!&lt;br /&gt;u din even tink of wat the real situation is...&lt;br /&gt;maybe thrs no affinitybtw us, but tat is definately&lt;br /&gt;how sum1 can ruin tat glimpse of hope tat i hold on to...&lt;br /&gt;i hereby vow nv to hav any contact with him anymore...&lt;br /&gt;u happy nw? guess ur nt... cos ur nv satisfied with anyting i do...&lt;br /&gt;i should juz have stayed at whr i was born...&lt;br /&gt;i know u do it for me, but don u tink ur too over?&lt;br /&gt;can't i even hav my personal space and time when i nid it?!&lt;br /&gt;u dun wan me to tink of anyting and concentrate on my studies..&lt;br /&gt;but haven u heard of the phrase''study hard, play hard''?&lt;br /&gt;i hate to say tis, but i guess im gonna hav a nervous breakdown soon..&lt;br /&gt;i can't take it anymore!! all thx to u, bitch!!&lt;br /&gt;one more second of tis torture, n tats the end of me..&lt;br /&gt;day by day, i feel hurt by yr words n actions..&lt;br /&gt;they are like sharp needles on my flesh..&lt;br /&gt;to tink tat the person who cost me to lose everyting,&lt;br /&gt;is none other dhen my own flesh n blood...&lt;br /&gt;can life get any worst dhen tis? haiiz..&lt;br /&gt;i realli wanna isolate myself frm u..&lt;br /&gt;and sink in my tots forever...&lt;br /&gt;maybe tats the best for me..&lt;br /&gt;but, do i nid the permission to do tis too?&lt;br /&gt;can u please stop messing the wonderful life tat GOD gave me&lt;br /&gt;and let me lead my life the way a teenager should lead?&lt;br /&gt;maybe life is meant to be like tis...&lt;br /&gt;but i b'live we all hav a choice..&lt;br /&gt;however, sometimes the choice we make cnt be approved by others...&lt;br /&gt;but the problem is, its OUR choice...&lt;br /&gt;so wat has it got to do with others?&lt;br /&gt;i may be softhearted and easy to bully,&lt;br /&gt;but whoever make my life miserable will nt be let off easily...&lt;br /&gt;thank you to those who cheered me up..&lt;br /&gt;esp. sis... you said tis to me and im gonna say the same to u too...&lt;br /&gt;''roses are red,&lt;br /&gt;violets are blue.&lt;br /&gt;he does'nt love you,&lt;br /&gt;but i sure do.''&lt;br /&gt;i realli dunno wat to do now..!!&lt;br /&gt;im soo stress and im having soo many mixed feelings..&lt;br /&gt;i realli nid a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;but i guess miracles are formed by ourselves..&lt;br /&gt;i realli am going to totally 4get u..&lt;br /&gt;no matter wat.. but the qns is,'' m i able to do it?''&lt;br /&gt;its nv rong to love someone..&lt;br /&gt;but to love som1 tat yr own family does nt approve is wrong..&lt;br /&gt;maybe tats how its supposed to be.. haiiz..&lt;br /&gt;now, im juz gonna concentrate on my studies..&lt;br /&gt;im nt gonna get involve in r/s or watever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tats all...&lt;br /&gt;*p.s. i love u, but i cnt anymore.. goodbye~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-4931435311262724166?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4931435311262724166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=4931435311262724166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4931435311262724166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4931435311262724166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/04/is-it-wrong-i-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-5151222592433322612</id><published>2009-04-02T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T23:04:56.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u make me feel more hurt day by day...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno wats on yr mind..&lt;br /&gt;but i sumhow has lost tat trust towards you..&lt;br /&gt;how much do i mean to you in yr heart?&lt;br /&gt;as little as a chatting machine?&lt;br /&gt;or as much as a person u love?&lt;br /&gt;i never got to know the answer...&lt;br /&gt;i used t tink tat u are my everyting,&lt;br /&gt;but now?&lt;br /&gt;i juz feel lifeless without u..&lt;br /&gt;maybe u realli is my everyting..&lt;br /&gt;but i knw im nt yours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a day filled with tings happening...&lt;br /&gt;early in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;tings start to happen...&lt;br /&gt;[if u knw wat happen, gd for u]&lt;br /&gt;[if u dun, pls dun cum asking me...]&lt;br /&gt;[its for me to knw, n for u to find out]&lt;br /&gt;to 4Ei student:&lt;br /&gt;(if u happen to read it)&lt;br /&gt;frm today's happenings,&lt;br /&gt;we once again can see the love we hav for each other...&lt;br /&gt;as a class, we strongly b'live in 1 ting:&lt;br /&gt;one for all, all for one...&lt;br /&gt;we are a family..&lt;br /&gt;no matter wat happens,&lt;br /&gt;lets continue to work as a class...&lt;br /&gt;for tis 'o' levels,&lt;br /&gt;let encourage one another to work hard...&lt;br /&gt;n we ourselves work hard too...&lt;br /&gt;today, we learn many impt lessons,&lt;br /&gt;n i b'live these will carry us thruout tis yr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dhen aft sch had choir...&lt;br /&gt;as we sing dahil sai'yo,&lt;br /&gt;ms khoo said to tink of sumting tat we cherish,&lt;br /&gt;but lost it in the end...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first ting tat came to my mind was &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe i haven gotten over u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or maybe sumting else juz triggered my memory..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss every min, every sec with u...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss yr touch, i miss yr care...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe time hasn't healed the wounds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i realli dunno wat to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye my dears:)&lt;br /&gt;*p.s. i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5151222592433322612?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5151222592433322612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5151222592433322612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5151222592433322612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5151222592433322612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/04/u-make-me-feel-more-hurt-day-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-6867774071886453550</id><published>2009-04-01T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T20:33:01.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i duno wat to say..&lt;br /&gt;im juz too tired with tings...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i was being stubborn nt to let go...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i would nv get u..&lt;br /&gt;im like an idiot here...&lt;br /&gt;im juz too softhearted&lt;br /&gt;tat i giv in all the time..&lt;br /&gt;sumtimes, i realli hope tat&lt;br /&gt;u would be able to giv in...&lt;br /&gt;but maybe tat was juz wishful &lt;br /&gt;thinking on my part..&lt;br /&gt;maybe the word l-o-v-e &lt;br /&gt;is nt found in my dictionary...&lt;br /&gt;but i was juz trying to b smart&lt;br /&gt;and add it in..&lt;br /&gt;but it juz doesn't fit...&lt;br /&gt;im dissappointed...&lt;br /&gt;in you, in tings, &lt;br /&gt;but most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;in myself...&lt;br /&gt;i wish for tat ray of hope..&lt;br /&gt;i juz nid a miracle...&lt;br /&gt;i vowed to wait for u..&lt;br /&gt;i vowed i wun giv up..&lt;br /&gt;but i might hav to 4get i made these vows...&lt;br /&gt;im tired.. but im still willing to continue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye my dears~&lt;br /&gt;*p.s. i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-6867774071886453550?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-922040498664478498</id><published>2009-03-31T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:37:14.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Who is your best girl-friend?&lt;br /&gt;- my sis , of cos=D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If someone were to tell you they like you right now, would you care?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you still talk to the person you fell hardest for?&lt;br /&gt;- maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Where did you last sleep other than your house?&lt;br /&gt;- sickbay. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have a best friend?&lt;br /&gt;- Of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you smoke?&lt;br /&gt;- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. WHAT THE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do you remember what you were like when you were a kid?&lt;br /&gt;- How kiddy? Pri 1 that period? Short and fat and freakin cute ok? Huhuhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Can you vote for the next election?&lt;br /&gt;- Cannot. But when i can i will see which party supports LKY more. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;- The fan noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When will your next kiss be?&lt;br /&gt;- So hard to answer. I'm also not 100% chop + stamp confirm what the future awaits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who do you want to see right now?&lt;br /&gt;- Anybody except those that i don't want to see. I don't know who i don't want to see also. I think the only way to find out is name me any name and i say yes or no. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ever have a sleepover with the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, sleepover ONLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;- Forgot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you date smart people?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes. But NOT smart people only :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where were you at 2:02pm this afternoon?&lt;br /&gt;- In the freaking school hall, listening to the FCUKING RAJAN mumbling bout nt lining up proporly-.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What does the last text in your phone says?&lt;br /&gt;- inbox: tats wat u sae mah..&lt;br /&gt;outbox: lol! okae.. i will txt u or cor u tmr...(with some missing text)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you use smiley faces on the computer a lot&lt;br /&gt;- Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the questions are becoming more and more random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who did you last eat with?&lt;br /&gt;- the kitchen walls!! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you text a lot?&lt;br /&gt;- yupps.. super alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How old will you be in 13 months?&lt;br /&gt;- 18 plus. Shiok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When is the last time you tattooed?&lt;br /&gt;- NO tattoos on my body, sucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. If you like that person will you talk about your feelings or hide them?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends, but i rather talk of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you wear glasses?&lt;br /&gt;- sadly to say, yes.. but i wear contact lenses too=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What are you looking forward to in the next month?&lt;br /&gt;- Tomorrow is the next month. And i dun have any thoughts about this now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Will you talk to the person you like tonight?&lt;br /&gt;- hmmm... no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;- white, pink nad some other mixture of colors..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you have a reason to smile right now?&lt;br /&gt;- I smile most of the time! But no special reasons for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you won a lot of money on the lottery, what would you buy first ?&lt;br /&gt;- nth i wanna buy badly..mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you had a conversation with? What was it about?&lt;br /&gt;- piggy!! hehes.. erms.. its private n confidential? dots-.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Who was driving the last car you were in?&lt;br /&gt;- uncle tony, with his wife n shiying..n mommy daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Who was the last person that called you?&lt;br /&gt;- may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What are you craving right now?&lt;br /&gt;- nth impt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What if you married the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;- erms.. i tink it can b possible, but oso HIGHLY impossible.. hahas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What are you excited about?&lt;br /&gt;- WAH RANDOM LEH?!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Ever kissed your number 1 on Facebook?&lt;br /&gt;- err.. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. When was the last time you cried? And why?&lt;br /&gt;- No idea when, and no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Ever kissed someone who's name starts with an A?&lt;br /&gt;- yupps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Is there one person who can make you feel better no matter what?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends. LOL. Currently if i need someone to make me feel better, who is it, will depend. There are different people for different things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;-Dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. What were you doing at 2:00 am last night?&lt;br /&gt;- at the void deck studying with sis.. hahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you cried today ?&lt;br /&gt;- In the dictionary, cry also means "to weep; shed tears, with or without sound." So yes. After i yaaaawwwnnnned myself to sleep in classes today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What bed did you sleep in last night ?&lt;br /&gt;- Huh? bed lor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Are you currently frustrated with a girl/guy?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Ever talked to someone that was high?&lt;br /&gt;- Yea. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Does it snow where you live?&lt;br /&gt;- I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. When is the next time you will see your grandma?&lt;br /&gt;- Any saturdays from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Have you kissed or hugged someone today ?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Will you be married in the next two years ?&lt;br /&gt;- No -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Have you ever wanted someone you thought that you couldn't have?&lt;br /&gt;- Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Are you in a relationship, single, complicated, married, or engaged?&lt;br /&gt;- errrrrr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. How have you felt today ?&lt;br /&gt;- tired.. bored.. and all the feelings mixed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. Do you like your name?&lt;br /&gt;- Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Are you happy at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;- Normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. What were you doing at 10:00pm last night ?&lt;br /&gt;- given my hardworking character, i was studying.. haha-.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Last person who drove you somewhere (besides your parents) ?&lt;br /&gt;- Bus driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Ever kissed someone in a closet?&lt;br /&gt;- I never got into my closet with some1 before. LOL it would be interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Do you live alone ?&lt;br /&gt;- With parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex that you can talk to?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Are you crazy ?&lt;br /&gt;- Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Who was the last person to call you dude?&lt;br /&gt;- Lazy to think or find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. How has this past week been for you?&lt;br /&gt;- erms.. its too ... idunno.. im speechless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Last thing you drank ?&lt;br /&gt;- green tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Do you believe that every thing happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;- Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Could you ever forgive a cheater?&lt;br /&gt;- Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. If you were reincarnated as a sea creature, what would you want to be?&lt;br /&gt;- Dolphin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. What do you normally order when you're at McDonald's?&lt;br /&gt;- McNuggets meal!! with GREEN TEA!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;- notebook?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Describe your mood.&lt;br /&gt;- Currently moodless. I'm freakin bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Describe the last time you were injured?&lt;br /&gt;- EXCUSE ME??!!! i cnt rmb everyting kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Of all your friends, who would you want to be stuck in a well with?&lt;br /&gt;- Not sure. Definatly NOT someone who is boring, irritating, HOMO, ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Rock concert or symphony?&lt;br /&gt;- ermss.. none!-.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Do you like taking the MRT? &lt;br /&gt;- I hate waiting for busses and mrt's. Oh you mean inside? i dont mind as long i have something to do or someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. If you could only use a form of transportation, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;- Fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. What's your favorite kind of cake?&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Look 20 degrees to your left, what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;- THE WALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?&lt;br /&gt;- nopes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Do you buy your own groceries?&lt;br /&gt;- No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. What's your favorite fruit?&lt;br /&gt;- Kiwi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Do you like running long distances?&lt;br /&gt;- No. but i run when i hav to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Have you ever eaten snow?&lt;br /&gt;- neh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. What colours are your bedsheet?&lt;br /&gt;- yellow, white, blue, pink, ermss.. lets see.. wat else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Do you hate someone very badly at this moment?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Do you watch Spongebob?&lt;br /&gt;- sure~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. What temperature is it outside right now?- 32.938430492 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Do you consider yourself smart?&lt;br /&gt;- YAH! But stupidity and craziness covered most of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. How many piercings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- F-I-V-E, 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. What language do you speak at home?&lt;br /&gt;- English, chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. How do you feel about your family?&lt;br /&gt;- It depends, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. What time did you go to bed yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;- Around 12+am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. What CD is currently in your CD player?&lt;br /&gt;- None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. What do you want for Christmas this year?&lt;br /&gt;- nth in my mind yet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Favorite ice-cream?&lt;br /&gt;- Chocolate, or coockies and cream.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;94. What's the way people most often mispronounce any part of your name?&lt;br /&gt;- carolin, caroroline, kerosene... forest? alots larhs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Lastly, what's your favourite colors?&lt;br /&gt;- PURPLE and RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-922040498664478498?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/922040498664478498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=922040498664478498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/922040498664478498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/922040498664478498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/03/1_31.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-600662578567125907</id><published>2009-03-27T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:09:35.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. kian yong&lt;br /&gt;2. jodie&lt;br /&gt;3. aisyah&lt;br /&gt;4. nadhirah y.&lt;br /&gt;5. wannie&lt;br /&gt;6. choonie&lt;br /&gt;7. gerard&lt;br /&gt;8. noelle&lt;br /&gt;9. atiqah&lt;br /&gt;10. belinda&lt;br /&gt;11. chingyee&lt;br /&gt;12. grace&lt;br /&gt;13. william&lt;br /&gt;14. jia khee&lt;br /&gt;15. jaime&lt;br /&gt;16. masuri&lt;br /&gt;17. joseph&lt;br /&gt;18. rytha&lt;br /&gt;19. eunice&lt;br /&gt;20. daniel k.&lt;br /&gt;21. daniel l.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to meet 7?(gerard)&lt;br /&gt;childhood fren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you &amp;amp; 15 never met?(jaime)&lt;br /&gt;i wun hear sum1 calling me 'tay'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if 20 &amp;amp; 1 date?(kian yong&amp;amp; daniel l.)&lt;br /&gt;it would be real funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen 17 cry?(joseph)&lt;br /&gt;not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 4 &amp;amp; 16 be a good couple?(nadhirah y. &amp;amp; masuri)&lt;br /&gt;NO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 11 is attractive?(chingyee)&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. y nt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 2's favourite colour?(jodie)&lt;br /&gt;purple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talk to 9?(Atiqah)&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What language does 8 speak?(noelle)&lt;br /&gt;English and chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 13 going out with?(william)&lt;br /&gt;wenyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What grade is 12 in?(grace)&lt;br /&gt;Secondary 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 17?(joseph)&lt;br /&gt;erms.. no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 18 lives?(rytha)&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i 4got;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about 3?(aisyah)&lt;br /&gt;my cat!! hahas.. she's great=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you like to tell 10 right now?(belinda)&lt;br /&gt;hellooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about 20?(daniel k.)&lt;br /&gt;my mango!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kiss 5?(wannie)&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i dun rmb doing tat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best memory you had with 21?(daniel l.)&lt;br /&gt;alot! he's my cousin=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the next time you gonna see 6?(choonie)&lt;br /&gt;im nt sure, cousin... maybe one of the sat:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is 14 &amp;amp; 12 different?(jia khee&amp;amp; grace)&lt;br /&gt;jia khee's a guy while grace's a girl . DUH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 19 pretty?(eunice)&lt;br /&gt;of cos.. my mummy!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was your first impression of 11?(chingyee)&lt;br /&gt;weird!&lt;br /&gt;How did you met 20?(daniel k.)&lt;br /&gt;his my pri sch senior:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen 18 in the last month?(rytha)&lt;br /&gt;Yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you see 16?(masuri)&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to 5's house?(wannie)&lt;br /&gt;yupps..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's the next time you gonna see 10?(belinda)&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you close to 13?(william)&lt;br /&gt;80%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to a movie with 4?(nadhirah y.)&lt;br /&gt;nope.. but i would love to=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you gotten into trouble with 8?(noelle)&lt;br /&gt;So far , no .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give 19 a hug?(eunice)&lt;br /&gt;sure=D i've given alr:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When have you lied to 3?(aisyah)&lt;br /&gt;hmm , im not sure about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 16 good at sociallizing?(masuri)&lt;br /&gt;yea.. she sure is:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know a secret about 9?(Atiqah)&lt;br /&gt;maybe (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe the relationship between 12 &amp;amp; 18.(grace&amp;amp;rytha)&lt;br /&gt;strangers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best thing about your friendship with 9?(atiqah)&lt;br /&gt;we 'click' tgt=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the worst thing about 6?(choonie)&lt;br /&gt;she's an elephant!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had a crush on 12?(grace)&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 14 have a bf/gf?(jia khee)&lt;br /&gt;i guess nt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to punch 1 in the face?(kian yong)&lt;br /&gt;nope.. definate ly nt.. (i wun bear to=D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has 21 met your mother?(daniel l.)&lt;br /&gt;D_U_H!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you get to meet 15?(jaime)&lt;br /&gt;choir junior=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever physically hurt 3?(aisyah)&lt;br /&gt;nope:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live close to 7?(gerard)&lt;br /&gt;no.. althou he used to wish he could..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's 8's favourite food?(noelle)&lt;br /&gt;corn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kinda car does 1 have?(kian yong)&lt;br /&gt;toy car? hahas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever travelled anywhere with 9 before?(Atiqah)&lt;br /&gt;within s'pore, yes.. hahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give 14 $100, what will he/she spent on?(jia khee)&lt;br /&gt;y would i wanna giv him 100 bucks??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-600662578567125907?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-3328823049508558321</id><published>2009-03-25T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:06:12.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey earthings=D&lt;br /&gt;im back...&lt;br /&gt;hees...&lt;br /&gt;nth much has happened...&lt;br /&gt;on mon, din go sch...&lt;br /&gt;cos i was sick.. terribly sick...&lt;br /&gt;so, went to the doc's in the morning...&lt;br /&gt;n my piggy din go sch too...&lt;br /&gt;he accompanied me to see the dos;D&lt;br /&gt;thx piggy:D&lt;br /&gt;dhen i was at the clinic since 9+...&lt;br /&gt;n in the end, i only left tat place at 12+...&lt;br /&gt;the place was sooo crowded...&lt;br /&gt;the wait was sooo long...&lt;br /&gt;the funny ting is,&lt;br /&gt;i 4got to pay $$...&lt;br /&gt;hahas...&lt;br /&gt;i was walking dhen i rmb...&lt;br /&gt;in the end go bk pay..&lt;br /&gt;hahahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye my dears~&lt;br /&gt;*p.s. i love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-3328823049508558321?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3328823049508558321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=3328823049508558321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3328823049508558321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3328823049508558321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-earthingsd-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-257862051866934497</id><published>2009-03-22T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:54:50.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hiie earthings...&lt;br /&gt;heheh...&lt;br /&gt;juz got bk hum today...&lt;br /&gt;n im feeling very very very sick larh...&lt;br /&gt;haiiz..&lt;br /&gt;kip on sneezing n sneezing n sneezing non-stop...&lt;br /&gt;arrgghh!! i cn use like 1 box of tissue a day larh..&lt;br /&gt;on fri, went to sch for choir..&lt;br /&gt;dhen hav to wake up soooo early&lt;br /&gt;cos tat day practise starts early...&lt;br /&gt;dhen cos i started to feel sick tat day,&lt;br /&gt;n i totally lost my voice,&lt;br /&gt;soo i cnt sing at all.......&lt;br /&gt;dhen aft choir, had appreciation lunch...&lt;br /&gt;aft tat, jiu went to ws with bels....&lt;br /&gt;went to mid piggy,&lt;br /&gt;cos he suppose to peii me go punggol-marina&lt;br /&gt;as a punishment.. xD&lt;br /&gt;dhen in the mrt, he kip saying&lt;br /&gt;tat he stopping at aljunied or outram park&lt;br /&gt;when i ask him to peii me till buangkok...&lt;br /&gt;dhen jiu kip playing arnd...&lt;br /&gt;dhen he kip trying to tickle me...&lt;br /&gt;naughty piggy... haha..&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;but in the end, he still peii me till buangkok..&lt;br /&gt;heheh... thx piggy=D&lt;br /&gt;dhen aft reach buangkok jiu wanna take&lt;br /&gt;cab doown to punggol marina...&lt;br /&gt;but i stand thr for like 20mins&lt;br /&gt;b4 finally getting a cab...&lt;br /&gt;dhen aft tat, jiu dao pm lerh...&lt;br /&gt;aft a while, it started to drizzle,&lt;br /&gt;so we went to east coast park instead...&lt;br /&gt;dhen over thr, played with the kids&lt;br /&gt;awhile le dhen went fishing with uncle...&lt;br /&gt;dhen we cast the net oso, but in the end,&lt;br /&gt;all we got was rubbish frm the sea...&lt;br /&gt;eeeewwwwww!!!!&lt;br /&gt;aft fishing, went to eat buffet cum bbq cum steamboat...&lt;br /&gt;jarren was nt feeling too well, dhen he din eat much either...&lt;br /&gt;aft all tat, dhen send jarren hum,&lt;br /&gt;dhen jiu went bk uncle hse le...&lt;br /&gt;sat, woke up even earlier for sch...&lt;br /&gt;cos hav flag day..&lt;br /&gt;dhen overall, it was fun larh...&lt;br /&gt;too lazy to post.. hehe:)&lt;br /&gt;dhen on sunday, nini had her 1st off day,&lt;br /&gt;soo i had to help out at church lorh...&lt;br /&gt;hmm... i tink tats bout all bah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye my dears~&lt;br /&gt;*P.S. i love you&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-4304543813051481267</id><published>2009-03-17T17:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:29:17.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>say cheese ppl!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;dunno y, but simply in high spirits todae:D&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... lets see...&lt;br /&gt;went to sch as usual today...&lt;br /&gt;in the morning, mit up with sis love...&lt;br /&gt;dhen went to west plaza for breakfast...&lt;br /&gt;ate the same ting like 2yrs ago...&lt;br /&gt;it still taste as great=D&lt;br /&gt;dhen i was like 'teaching' her how to eat&lt;br /&gt;the half boiled egg...&lt;br /&gt;in the end, it turned out tat...&lt;br /&gt;tat i made a big mess!!! hahah=D&lt;br /&gt;aft tat, u pratically 'crawled' to sch...&lt;br /&gt;hahah... dhen we seperated for our classes...&lt;br /&gt;aft sch, went to elias mac with jm n sis...&lt;br /&gt;i had no money left, so sis ask me to get jm to treat...&lt;br /&gt;so i did... i asked, n in the end...&lt;br /&gt;i was treated...&lt;br /&gt;hahah...&lt;br /&gt;dhen aft tat jiu go bk sch...&lt;br /&gt;dhen jm was like rushing when&lt;br /&gt;we still hav like sooo much time left...&lt;br /&gt;hahah... damn funny...&lt;br /&gt;dhen we kip suan-ing him...&lt;br /&gt;lol... dhen i went office hand in sumting&lt;br /&gt;jiu go hum liao=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, i wun post until maybe nxt week bah...&lt;br /&gt;wun b hum, n got no time:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess tats all...&lt;br /&gt;good bye my dears:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*p.s. i love you(v)&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-8905740986640468337</id><published>2009-03-15T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:32:27.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HOMEWORK,&lt;br /&gt;I HATE CHOIR,&lt;br /&gt;I HATE CLASSES,&lt;br /&gt;I HATE SCHOOL!!&lt;br /&gt;and i want to be like tibby and say&lt;br /&gt;SCREW THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teachers think they are kind&lt;br /&gt; by only giving one homework a day.&lt;br /&gt;which is true,&lt;br /&gt;until you SUM IT ALL UP&lt;br /&gt; and seven subjects equates to&lt;br /&gt;seven PIECES OF HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;EACH DAY.&lt;br /&gt;to top it all up,&lt;br /&gt;Choir takes away &lt;br /&gt;THREE HOURS of home time.&lt;br /&gt;including shower time and own time &lt;br /&gt;and lunch and dinner time,&lt;br /&gt;HOMEWORK can only start at EIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN pieces of homework to be done by 10PM&lt;br /&gt;(a reasonable hour for a healthy rest)&lt;br /&gt;which is?&lt;br /&gt;IMPOSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pair up all of these injustice with the&lt;br /&gt;REMEDIAL and SUPPLEMENTARY lessons.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, we LOVE them so-.=&lt;br /&gt;they do the best in reducing our time for our work,&lt;br /&gt;and the teachers are practically &lt;br /&gt;SNATCHING off every paradise (free periods) we get once in a cheesy moon.&lt;br /&gt;what the heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how can ANYONE manage to do their homework after &lt;br /&gt;grueling hours of choir?&lt;br /&gt;SYF + SECFOUR = HELLISH FREAKING LIFE&lt;br /&gt;and please, &lt;br /&gt;if you wanna rattle on and on abt our seniors&lt;br /&gt;on how well they can do even with choir?&lt;br /&gt;im sorry, not to be rude but&lt;br /&gt;THEY DO NOT COUNT.&lt;br /&gt;we love'em, &lt;br /&gt;but do they have SYF during their graduation year?&lt;br /&gt;only one april performance that has &lt;br /&gt;MUCH LESS stress than one SYF.&lt;br /&gt;but they still managed very well,&lt;br /&gt;and we're proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;but teachers,&lt;br /&gt;SYF IS NOT EQUALS &lt;br /&gt;TO A PUBLIC PERFORMANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with all the various teachers pinning their hopes&lt;br /&gt;that our batch will bring honour to the school (BAND1)?&lt;br /&gt;we might as well be suffocating underwater.&lt;br /&gt;SYF- GOLD.&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL RESULTS- A1.&lt;br /&gt;SUBMISSION OF HOMEWORK- PUNCTUAL.&lt;br /&gt;QUALITY OF WORK- PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;you might as well get a robot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL SUCKS,&lt;br /&gt;and i still have alot of homework overdue.&lt;br /&gt;and as hypocritical as i sound&lt;br /&gt;when telling my frens to focus on their studies,&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT COPING WELL.&lt;br /&gt;with what, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;WITH MY FREAKING SCHOOL LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;after choir,&lt;br /&gt;too tired to finish up anything,&lt;br /&gt;sleep,&lt;br /&gt;next morning,&lt;br /&gt;go to school to get scolded for not doing homework,&lt;br /&gt;get ANOTHER stack of homework,&lt;br /&gt;after remedial,&lt;br /&gt;too tired to finish up anything,&lt;br /&gt;sleep,&lt;br /&gt;next morning,&lt;br /&gt;go to school to get DOUBLE scolded for not doing homework,&lt;br /&gt;after choir,&lt;br /&gt;sleep,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get the idea?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and PLEASE,&lt;br /&gt;if i (anyone for that matter) says i feel that _____ is tough,&lt;br /&gt;JUST KEEP SILENT IF YOU THINK ITS EASY.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;i dun tink i can deal with anymore 'oh really? i think its a piece of cake'&lt;br /&gt;because then i'll fall into another dug pit of misery&lt;br /&gt;whether or not to scream at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think that's all.&lt;br /&gt;and anyway,&lt;br /&gt;i think i'd have to drink TONNES of coffee later.&lt;br /&gt;even though i really wanna sleep&lt;br /&gt;(even though there's no choir today)&lt;br /&gt;my 'OUTSTANDING' pile is building up&lt;br /&gt;to hit the ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;and my homework notebook is full of&lt;br /&gt;'finish up all the homework not done'/&lt;br /&gt;'OUTSTANDING'/&lt;br /&gt;'-.= do you think i finished the previous one?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-caroline, the 'homework robot' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-8905740986640468337?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-6494319271762527885</id><published>2009-03-15T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:33:59.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is sacrifice, the act of giving, a cruel thorn that wraps around a heart and draws blood with its every beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is the act of ultimate sacrifice; the greatest of all surrenders, the closest state to divinity that man can ever achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is the most unbearable sweetness that cannot be restrain nor can it be explained or quantified by reason and logic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is to understand when in know and believing when there is no understanding or knowing to be had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is letting go when everything inside you screams for you to hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is the intricate tangle of fate; unwavering in its conviction, subtle in its machinations, generous in its execution, unequivocal in its strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is the simple wish for someone's eternal happiness, above all else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is friendship set on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is like war: Easy to begin but hard to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is love?&lt;br /&gt;Love is what it means to sacrifice everything for someone else's happiness, even at the cost of your own happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that applies, so I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-6494319271762527885?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6494319271762527885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=6494319271762527885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;wooottt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had cross country today at pasir ris park!!&lt;br /&gt;i tot of walking thru out the 4km, but in the end,&lt;br /&gt;i started running after 1km...&lt;br /&gt;hahah... i guess i was too excited:D&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i came out as 2nd in my class gals...&lt;br /&gt;n 25 among 320++ girls...&lt;br /&gt;nt too good a reasult,&lt;br /&gt;but i hope at least it can help alittle in the scores for the class...&lt;br /&gt;damn tiring aft tat, but still stayed at prp...&lt;br /&gt;walked arnd prp with jm n sis...&lt;br /&gt;we went to the playground...&lt;br /&gt;n found many kindergarten kids thr..&lt;br /&gt;muz b their outing day:)&lt;br /&gt;the r sooo adorable can?!&lt;br /&gt;omg!! dhen see alot of ang mohs with their kids too..&lt;br /&gt;soo damn cuteeeee^^&lt;br /&gt;dhen me n sis played with the kids...&lt;br /&gt;haha.. dhen sis say i can go b a potential&lt;br /&gt;kindergarten teacher... LOL^^&lt;br /&gt;dhen we say an ang moh kid..&lt;br /&gt;he soo handsome n cute larh...&lt;br /&gt;dheni play with him... hhaha..&lt;br /&gt;dhen aft the kids go, we 3 went to ws mac for lunch:)&lt;br /&gt;ordered the $4.50 value lunch:)&lt;br /&gt;aft tat, we went hum lerh=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14/03/2009, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;went to tuition in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;n i was thr quite early...&lt;br /&gt;i was normally always late dhe...&lt;br /&gt;but i reached at 10.15 on tat day...&lt;br /&gt;hahah... so i juz sat down n msg piggy,&lt;br /&gt;listen to song n play fone games...&lt;br /&gt;LOL... multi-tasking:p&lt;br /&gt;dhen jiu went for lesson lorh...&lt;br /&gt;at lesson quite tired...&lt;br /&gt;but still had to listen...&lt;br /&gt;dhen mr wong gave us ''valentine'' cards..&lt;br /&gt;hahha... its nt realli v day cards larh..&lt;br /&gt;cards for sum other purposes...&lt;br /&gt;dhan aft tuition, li en mum came...&lt;br /&gt;so me n jia en went 201 for our usuals:)&lt;br /&gt;i enjoyed chili for the first time:P&lt;br /&gt;dhen jiu go hum le...&lt;br /&gt;in the aftnn, went to jiu jiu hse...&lt;br /&gt;the bus soot sot dhe lorh...&lt;br /&gt;kip stopping... like wan die litat...&lt;br /&gt;soo scary lorh... omg!!&lt;br /&gt;dhen finally reach woodlands...&lt;br /&gt;but was raining...&lt;br /&gt;frm the bus stop to jiu jiu hse,&lt;br /&gt;got no shelter.... dhen i was wet lorh...&lt;br /&gt;reach le dhen teach the maid&lt;br /&gt;hw to go church by bus...&lt;br /&gt;dhen when reached thr,&lt;br /&gt;found jiu jiu busy with the door...&lt;br /&gt;found out tat sum1 tried to break in the church...&lt;br /&gt;but tat person soo stupid,&lt;br /&gt;onli spoil the padlock, dhen cnt go in...&lt;br /&gt;lucky nth was missing...&lt;br /&gt;praise the lord:)&lt;br /&gt;hahah.. dhen had 祷告会...&lt;br /&gt;the bride came bk frm china liao...&lt;br /&gt;soo gd to see her:)&lt;br /&gt;aft 祷告会 jiu go bk jiu jiu hse liao lorh...&lt;br /&gt;dhen at nite tok to piggy on the fone,&lt;br /&gt;dhen jia le came in n disturb=.=&lt;br /&gt;dhen he kip saying i tok to my bf...&lt;br /&gt;dhen i say i toking to a girl:p&lt;br /&gt;hehe... sori piggy, i had no choice:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15/03/2009, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;when to church in the morning with jiu jiu...&lt;br /&gt;dhen juz normal routine lorh...&lt;br /&gt;dhen aft service had 团聚，had 分享...&lt;br /&gt;dhen aft tat, jiu jiu ask me fetch jie ren hum,&lt;br /&gt;cos the adults got another meeting...&lt;br /&gt;so me n jia yi jiu bring him hum...&lt;br /&gt;dhen tok the bus bk to woodlands mrt...&lt;br /&gt;juz in time for my bus 168...&lt;br /&gt;halfway along the road,&lt;br /&gt;started to rain...&lt;br /&gt;and its rain heavily...&lt;br /&gt;i was toking to piggy,&lt;br /&gt;listening to music,&lt;br /&gt;and folding my stars at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;aft awhile jiu slp...&lt;br /&gt;in the end, missed my stop...&lt;br /&gt;i took the bus until safra thr...&lt;br /&gt;omg!! i quickly alight lorh...&lt;br /&gt;but it was raining, n i had to go over the other side...&lt;br /&gt;i had no choice, so i walked in the rain...&lt;br /&gt;i cnt run althou its heavy rain&lt;br /&gt;cos my footwear was'nt suitable for running...&lt;br /&gt;by the time i reached the other end,&lt;br /&gt;i was like luo tang ji...&lt;br /&gt;lol... so i took the bus bk&lt;br /&gt;b4 safely reaching hum:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-2900398430619738937?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2900398430619738937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=2900398430619738937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/2900398430619738937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/2900398430619738937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/03/13032009-friday-wooottt-had-cross.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-4493313725041067243</id><published>2009-03-10T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:09:32.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wats yr feelings for me? Its been seconds, minutes, hrs, days, weeks, month, or maybe even a yr… time is slowly ticking by and day by day , my love grows for you . Jus by hearing your voice , my mind , my mood is all enlighten . Juz hearing your voice and I, content . However, I still look forward o days tat im able to see u.. to mid u by coincidence on the bus, along the streets or anywhr.. I enjoy thinking of u, enjoy having u in my dreams…&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear you saying u miss me. I love looking at yr photo, I love the tins u giv me. But I long for u to giv meyr heart. I waited for u day by day and I hav been waiting patiently. I will continue to wait… till eternity..:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-4493313725041067243?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4493313725041067243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=4493313725041067243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4493313725041067243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4493313725041067243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/03/wats-yr-feelings-for-me-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-8288462941323810354</id><published>2009-03-07T15:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:28:40.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to see sum1's blog... i dun knw y,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i went to see all the post frm the 1st onwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to see the days u were happy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days u were sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days u worry for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the days u missed me... i duno why, but i juz cried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, u were nt useless, u were nt stupid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb i was being the silly one out thr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really thank you for puting in soo much effort to love me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to wait for me, n to care for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss those days, but i knw life has to go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayb we woukd still b tgt if thr were no interruotions btw us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess we juz din hav tat privilege...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rote a letter to, but haven had the chance to giv it to u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the letter depicts all tat i was feeling n all tat i wanted to tell u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is hw the letter goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;dear baby,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;i dunno wat to say but.. juz wanna tell u tat im sorry.. sorry sorry sorry sorry... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i never knew wat i had until i lose it.. n once i lost it, i duno if i can still get it back... yr heart was taken by me, broken by me, n nw its in pieces bcos of me... love is like falling down. in the end, ur left hurt, scarred n with a memory of it forever...&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;i was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;the one that broke yr heart, i was the reason yr world fall apart... i was the one tat made u cry, but ur still in love with me, n i duno y... you know u hav to accept, but even with all the hurt u've left, letting go is the most painful yet. you love me more than i deserve, y r u such a fool?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;its nt onli to you, but it applies to me too... i juz cannot bear to let u go... i juz cnt bear to leave u n see u hurt.. we've been thru soo much. frm the time i was with ky all up to now... frm u, i learn many tings...frm u, i learn the meaning of true love. frm u, i learn the true meaning of happiness...frm u, i get happy days i look forward to everyday... frm u, i get hugs n kisses... frm u, i find sunshine in my life.. frm u, i hav memories, nt juz memories, butmemorable, unforgettable and wonderful memories... frm u, i learn to treasure myself. frm u, i learn nt to skip my meals... frm u, i learn tat herbal tea is good for health.. frm u, i learn tat im priceless to you.. frm u, i learn many tings i din knw b4...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;you once said b4 tat everytime we kiss, u feel more connected to me. you said im all tat u nid n u realli nid me... you said im so important to u. you said ur addicted to me like an addictive drug. you said tat when my lips are dry, u wan to b the onli 1 to wet them. you said “我要定你接下来的五十年。”you said “好像停留在我们在一起的那一刻。回想着过去，抱你，吻你，更你在一起。看你哭，笑，喜怒哀乐。”you said u will get me a bear with yr foto, so i can hug u all nite to slp... you said u love me cos i am me, everyting of me, frm my character, to my good n my bad... you said yr ears n heart will alwayss be open to me. you said u dun wan me to 4get u cos of my stm... you said the 3 words are even deadlier dhen poison n a perfect medicine too... you said u like my face plain, without any strawberry, chocolate, or any other flavouring... you said tat i am all tat u ever nid. you said when u see sumting nice, u woukd imagine me in it n weather i will like it. you said tat im always on yr mind, n when ur busy, i will always b in yr heart. you said u wan to share my food with me, stroll around with me n watever tat revolves around me. you said tat yr heartbeat sync with mine when we kiss. you said tat im yr healthy addictive drug. you said if we go to sentosa, we will hav a romantic time thr... you said u wun let go of yr cup of tea soo easily. you said u wan to taste my lips forever. you said u cnt wait for any of our times tgt... you said u muz love and take care of me, 'cos its yr responsibility. you said 我们之间不要有任何的谎言。you said im sum1 u will live miserably without. you said i am the girltat cn make yr heart speed up n slow at the same time. you said u like to hav me in yr dreams,, even if its a nightmare. you said you will kiss me for 29minutes. you said thrs alot of bees due to my sweetness and u wan to protect me frm them. you said one Caroline Tay is enuff to make u go crazy. you said if i :p, u will =3=... you said i dug yr heart out in yr dreams, stealling yr heart away. you said u will try very hard to learn yr piano and play it for me. you said im yr dearest other dhen yr mum. you said u wan to chain me to yr heart forever. you said when u listen to 彩虹, you will be reminded of me. you once said u love me, n so u will take the wait for me as a test. u said if u cnt even wait, u realli are nt fit to love me......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;those were all the tings u once said to me and i will never forget them. i hope u wun 4get them either. those were yr promises made to me, and i wun let u go soo easily without fulfilling these promises. i wan to be by yr side forever, to share yr happiness n unhappiness. i wan to be by yr side to add joy, minus sorrows, multiply happiness n divide griefs... i wan to wear the wedding gown n walk down the aisle with u. i dun wan to have regrets loving you. you are my sunshine, my thunderstorm and my chilling wind. you are wat i truely nid.. i will never let u run away frm me!... our love will live forever. you said you wan to take care of me until im old n dies... you said u will cherish me bcos im yr treasure. you promised to love and care for me, so make sure u kip yr promises!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;maybe all these tings realli dun belong to me anymore... like i promise myself, i realli hav to let go of ytd, in search for tmr.. but i will always hold ytd in my hands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-8288462941323810354?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8288462941323810354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=8288462941323810354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8288462941323810354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8288462941323810354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-to-see-sum1s-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-1233914098659654937</id><published>2009-03-05T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:15:03.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am waiting..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waiting for that moment..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but tat moment din seems to cum..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe i hope too much, maybe i wish too much..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i knw tat i will always love you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-1233914098659654937?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1233914098659654937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=1233914098659654937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1233914098659654937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1233914098659654937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-7625924760443071310</id><published>2009-03-03T20:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:49:44.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was very fun in sch... had chemistry for the first period... dhen sat with nanad, cos she toking bout she n farn... she missed soo many good chances to pass him the card she did for him... aft tat was english.. as usual, it was boring... dhen we had f&amp;amp;n... so, i was charging my fone at the back of the class while we had lessons at the front of the class... dhen aft tat was recess... dhen aft recess was geog.. we juz simply went thru the notes... dhen we had maths.. maths today was damn funny.. we were learning a new topic called bearings n so sum ppl went up to the board to try.. dhen afiq n amirul kip saying sum silly stuff to make us laugh.. haha... dhenthe last lesson was chinese n it was humourous!! haha... cos we were going thru suan jo's paper, dhen we ki looking at her weak points n say dai duno hw mark the paper, still giv soo high marks... dhen we kip suan-ing dai tat she anyhw make dhe... dhen jue hua tok until dai got nth to say.. haha... realli laugh dao stomachache lorh!!! haha... dhen aft sch went to ws... wanted to go thr study dhe, dhen in the end, saw sharmaine, so peii her find candy.. dhen aft tat help to do the schedule.. dhen she kip doing rongly, dhen the whole schedule filled with liquid papaer... haha... dhen candy was like saying her a... ahha.. dhen candy aty all her schedule all do until v nice dhe, dhen sharmaine do is sooo much diff larh... hahahs.. damn funny lorh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;do i realli mean so little in yr heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;wat m i to u? a substitude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;i will rather not love u tat way...&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/1620173859438989743-7625924760443071310?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-5825588352555329510</id><published>2009-03-02T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T20:38:08.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; miss u baby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i duno why..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but those memories came back, n i cried...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss my time with u..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss yr every touch...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i duno if its true,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but maybe i still love u...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5825588352555329510?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5825588352555329510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5825588352555329510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5825588352555329510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5825588352555329510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-miss-u-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-8499433518034813258</id><published>2009-03-01T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:25:37.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg!! C'est La Vie V rocks!! it was soo fun... we went for rehearsals for 2long days ion VCH n i tink tat all those hard work paid off... tis is the best performance i had in 4yrs... for the first day at VCH, during the rehearsal, i conducted the choir cos mr lee nids to leave... with my back facing the audience, i feel less nervous... it was so fun... but tat place is realli spooky... on the 3rd level, along the spiral stairs, thr's an altar.. n its thr for a reason... n on top of tat, its juz beside our holding room... on the day of the performance, 2 skirts n 2 headbands got 'mixed-up'... n well, thrs nth to it in the end... haha... ok, on the actual day of performance, it was sooo sooo fun!:D we went thr in the morning n got ready for the first show, the matinee... we got ready n had our make ups on.. haha.. everyone looks like a clown with the make up, cos the make ups were amn damn thick... haha.. but its fun to see those ppl in thick thick make ups... dhen we finished our first song n had to quickly change into our secong costume for our second song... it was damn rush.. but we managed to finished everyting on time... afetr the aftnn show, we changed bk to our first costume for our first song n had our dinner at 5++... dhen we had to do some touching-ups... dhenits time for the gala show... it was full hse... we din do too well for the first song, but we did very well for the 2nd one... thank you choir for the graduating gift;-) hahas... its the best performance i had... dhen aft everyting, i quickly changed into my own clothes n went to mid ms tan n the rest for supper... i was walking in my heels n my leg hurts soo much.. so much tat i cnt tahan... dhen yusheng took of his shoe n let me wear, dhen he walk with his socks... soo sweet n gentlement of him... thank you yusheng:D dhen aft supper, we realized tat thr is no more train n no more bus.. soo irwan topang us hum on a cab... hahahs... thank you irwan...&lt;br /&gt;well, tats all i guess... shall post pics soon:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-good bye my dears~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-8499433518034813258?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8499433518034813258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=8499433518034813258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8499433518034813258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8499433518034813258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/03/omg-cest-la-vie-v-rocks-it-was-soo-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-1828284617336056825</id><published>2009-02-24T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:27:07.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey ppl... im back once again... i wanted to post sumtings long ago, but i juz din hav the time or juz too lazy to post... nw, i want to post, but cnt alr... cos my com break down!! to b specific, my internet tingi nt work!! so if anyone hu read tis post n cn b able to help me, pls help me!!! arrgghh!! &lt;br /&gt;now in f&amp;n room... suppose to do coursework, but im doing tis... cos i hav nt been using the internet for a few days...&lt;br /&gt;well, everyting went well all tis while...&lt;br /&gt;someting very important happened, but its juz nt convenient to say... but the 2 m,ost important ppl in my life knws bout it:D hahas...&lt;br /&gt;having c'est la vie rehearsals...&lt;br /&gt;gtg... bye my dears~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-1828284617336056825?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1828284617336056825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=1828284617336056825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1828284617336056825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1828284617336056825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/hey-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-2488918781013434698</id><published>2009-02-18T21:24:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:52:37.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as promised, here are the photos... n they are mainly wat i got got during my b'day n valentines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwST7x5IfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RYU0mwbVNHs/s1600-h/Image0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwST7x5IfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RYU0mwbVNHs/s320/Image0137.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134594809373170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwST1qxyJI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DRYZZDwUqlM/s1600-h/Image0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwST1qxyJI/AAAAAAAAAYc/DRYZZDwUqlM/s320/Image0139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134593168918674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwSTopGcYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Gy94hYJmS-A/s1600-h/Image0154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwSTopGcYI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Gy94hYJmS-A/s320/Image0154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134589672223106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwSTs7tpXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/VIPlRphNspI/s1600-h/Image0155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwSTs7tpXI/AAAAAAAAAYM/VIPlRphNspI/s320/Image0155.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134590824031602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwSB7-haaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gknmhrFWekg/s1600-h/Image0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwSB7-haaI/AAAAAAAAAYE/gknmhrFWekg/s320/Image0157.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134285624699298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwSB6HxdhI/AAAAAAAAAX8/LtiaJB2acMw/s1600-h/Image0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwSB6HxdhI/AAAAAAAAAX8/LtiaJB2acMw/s320/Image0162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134285126628882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwSB1om40I/AAAAAAAAAX0/qZIhljWcu74/s1600-h/Image0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwSB1om40I/AAAAAAAAAX0/qZIhljWcu74/s320/Image0163.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134283922170690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwSBjrr5kI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Dr8ib9l8_T4/s1600-h/Image0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwSBjrr5kI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Dr8ib9l8_T4/s320/Image0170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134279103243842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwSBqFUGrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-wQVie7ExVk/s1600-h/Image0171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwSBqFUGrI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-wQVie7ExVk/s320/Image0171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304134280821349042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRweNKzPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/srWeDdyH7gs/s1600-h/Image0172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRweNKzPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/srWeDdyH7gs/s320/Image0172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133985575292146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRwZXx4nI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3GugP2KhU8k/s1600-h/Image0173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRwZXx4nI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3GugP2KhU8k/s320/Image0173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133984277619314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRwDtJmiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/J53qYUNPhQU/s1600-h/Image0174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRwDtJmiI/AAAAAAAAAXM/J53qYUNPhQU/s320/Image0174.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133978461674018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRwDJ22VI/AAAAAAAAAXE/p4kF4rJ-lQU/s1600-h/Image0175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRwDJ22VI/AAAAAAAAAXE/p4kF4rJ-lQU/s320/Image0175.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133978313644370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRvzmYC0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/XdtJFxnfgg4/s1600-h/Image0176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRvzmYC0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/XdtJFxnfgg4/s320/Image0176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133974138293058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRiDlqfoI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Zfl5KB7oGrM/s1600-h/Image0177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRiDlqfoI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Zfl5KB7oGrM/s320/Image0177.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133737912106626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRiMzWO5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/yB4M2ZKl448/s1600-h/Image0178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRiMzWO5I/AAAAAAAAAWs/yB4M2ZKl448/s320/Image0178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133740385418130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRh8dczyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YRh0_0g9kdc/s1600-h/Image0179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRh8dczyI/AAAAAAAAAWk/YRh0_0g9kdc/s320/Image0179.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133735998607138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRh_V1p2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/AwQ7m_FeQy4/s1600-h/Image0180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRh_V1p2I/AAAAAAAAAWc/AwQ7m_FeQy4/s320/Image0180.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133736771987298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRh344ZHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MB7UmiTiOTg/s1600-h/Image0181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwRh344ZHI/AAAAAAAAAWU/MB7UmiTiOTg/s320/Image0181.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304133734771483762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwQJdB93CI/AAAAAAAAAWM/KEyrtIbx5S0/s1600-h/Image0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwQJdB93CI/AAAAAAAAAWM/KEyrtIbx5S0/s320/Image0182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304132215733345314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwQJb4bioI/AAAAAAAAAWE/PMQmvq9sPQs/s1600-h/Image0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwQJb4bioI/AAAAAAAAAWE/PMQmvq9sPQs/s320/Image0183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304132215424912002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwQJHyePaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/y5Mvmcu6wrU/s1600-h/Image0184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwQJHyePaI/AAAAAAAAAV8/y5Mvmcu6wrU/s320/Image0184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304132210031213986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwQJPxFowI/AAAAAAAAAV0/H85xf4bqT4s/s1600-h/Image0185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwQJPxFowI/AAAAAAAAAV0/H85xf4bqT4s/s320/Image0185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304132212172890882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwQI9ubFYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5D6IUtKAQRo/s1600-h/Image0186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwQI9ubFYI/AAAAAAAAAVs/5D6IUtKAQRo/s320/Image0186.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304132207329875330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwP25pM4rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/FS_mgdw55VE/s1600-h/Image0187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwP25pM4rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/FS_mgdw55VE/s320/Image0187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131896996586162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwP20JDwDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_KotDlFnOOc/s1600-h/Image0188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwP20JDwDI/AAAAAAAAAVc/_KotDlFnOOc/s320/Image0188.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131895519592498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwP2pm6LxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Rtef3AZfMAs/s1600-h/Image0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwP2pm6LxI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Rtef3AZfMAs/s320/Image0189.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131892692004626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwP2hfx0_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/ILUzC8a1Mss/s1600-h/Image0190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwP2hfx0_I/AAAAAAAAAVM/ILUzC8a1Mss/s320/Image0190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131890514613234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwP2Y9lInI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fOnTxz_salg/s1600-h/Image0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwP2Y9lInI/AAAAAAAAAVE/fOnTxz_salg/s320/Image0191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131888223691378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwPjyawPfI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zfcoowllMKU/s1600-h/Image0192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwPjyawPfI/AAAAAAAAAU8/zfcoowllMKU/s320/Image0192.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131568639426034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwPjzCogXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_F0b2teGjkI/s1600-h/Image0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwPjzCogXI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_F0b2teGjkI/s320/Image0193.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131568806691186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwPjz-WucI/AAAAAAAAAUs/zHpFQrtWZgA/s1600-h/Image0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwPjz-WucI/AAAAAAAAAUs/zHpFQrtWZgA/s320/Image0194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131569057184194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwPjm9xKAI/AAAAAAAAAUk/8KicoMA-6TU/s1600-h/Image0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwPjm9xKAI/AAAAAAAAAUk/8KicoMA-6TU/s320/Image0196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131565565061122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwPjvHV8vI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YnhCsKL1j5M/s1600-h/Image0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwPjvHV8vI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YnhCsKL1j5M/s320/Image0197.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131567752704754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwPTigbvrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/srozW_ELd34/s1600-h/Image0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwPTigbvrI/AAAAAAAAAUU/srozW_ELd34/s320/Image0198.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304131289490374322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwPTrQIa1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/dnE0jsa74ag/s1600-h/Image0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwPTrQIa1I/AAAAAAAAAUM/dnE0jsa74ag/s320/Image0199.jpg" border="0" 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10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwMm7Y_ikI/AAAAAAAAARU/OXrQnxlE7Xk/s320/Image023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304128324052683330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-2488918781013434698?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2488918781013434698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=2488918781013434698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/2488918781013434698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/2488918781013434698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SZwST7x5IfI/AAAAAAAAAYk/RYU0mwbVNHs/s72-c/Image0137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-5262259948389073015</id><published>2009-02-16T18:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:55:48.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello ppl... im back:)&lt;br /&gt;hmm, went to church on sunday, dhen aft church, went to causeway to shop with noelle... we ate sushi, we went to shops like mini toons, action city, etc... dhen we were hungry, so we went to mac to eat.. nt enuff money, so we share... haha... dhen we went to the library.. dheni went thum.. suppose to mid piggy 1st, but din mit in the end... so today in the morning, went to sch.. n went on the same bus as jia khee, dhen he pass me my v day present... dhen i went to sch alr... in sch, nth much happened but the most important ting is, SARALA RAJAN din cum to sch!! hahah... WOOHOO!! we were sooo happy lorh... hehe.. aft sch, went to find piggy... tot tat wanted to go ws to buy the v day present dhe, but he bought it alr... haha... its a bigger eeyore dhen i expected... haha... n he even gave me a music note handphone chain:) hahahs... omg!! i love it man.. thx dear:) heehee... will upload some photos soon barh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here are the list of ppl i wan to thank...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) sister... thank you for all the tings u gave me... u r soo sweet:D&lt;br /&gt;2)piggy... thank you for the Eeyore and the hp chain... i love it:D&lt;br /&gt;3) timothy yap... thank it for the home-made chocolates... its delicious:D&lt;br /&gt;4)belinda... thank you for the necklace... its great:D&lt;br /&gt;5)zhenghao/obama... thank you for the rose:D&lt;br /&gt;6)eldora... thank you for the roses:D&lt;br /&gt;7)s. nadhirah... thank you for the candy stick:D&lt;br /&gt;8)jia khee... thank you for the princess on board:D&lt;br /&gt;9)izyan... thank you for the chocolates:D&lt;br /&gt;10)huiqi... thank you for the wallet/pouch:D&lt;br /&gt;11)inra... thank you for the lollipop:d&lt;br /&gt;12)ms tan... thank you for the marshmallows n love:D&lt;br /&gt;13)timothy... thank you for the note:D&lt;br /&gt;14)bao fang... thank you for the goodies:D&lt;br /&gt;15)ching yee... thank you for the candies:D&lt;br /&gt;i guess tats all... sori if i missed u out:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pls stop interfering into other cople's relationships... by getting close to a guy tat alr has a girlfren, althou the gf din say, but deep down in her heart, thr's jealousy... n by doing tat, ur spoiling ppl's relationships... i knw u do nt hav any more ckose frens, but pls do nt go round snatching other ppl's frens... u feel happy? i dun tink u will... u will hav retribution one day... juz beware...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5262259948389073015?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5262259948389073015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5262259948389073015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5262259948389073015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5262259948389073015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-ppl.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-3222534706360805367</id><published>2009-02-14T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T15:45:00.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY VALENTINE"S DAY PPL!!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahs... tis morning, went to mit my dearest sis for v. day breakfast... n yusheng fang wo men ge zi-.-... we saw aisyah n fwens... hahah.... lol... sis is so sweet.. thx for the present sister:D u rox! haha.. dhen piggy came to find me so i can pass him his present.. dhen he say he tmr buy for me:) hhahas... piggy told me the pig i gave him is nt a pig, but is a cow=.- lol.. it looks like a pig to me lorh!! ok, erms.. went for tuition aft breakfast n saw sandy thr!! omg!! the world is soo small... she's nw permanently working thr! so i cn c her evry week:) so, tonite going to gxy to distribute v. day gift... lol-.= &lt;br /&gt;ok ppl, shall post again:)&lt;br /&gt;gd bye, n HAPPY VALENTINE"S DAY again...:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-3222534706360805367?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3222534706360805367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=3222534706360805367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3222534706360805367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3222534706360805367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-ppl-hahahs.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-5168483536903015202</id><published>2009-02-13T21:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:57:33.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>since one week ago said wanna post, but until nw dhen post... hais... okae, i had soo many tings to say but i 4gotten all... lols... ok, erms, well, chinese lesson was funny with the nan zhu jiao.. haha.. n tat is non other dhen jian ming!! lol... he nv fails to make the class energetic with his crappiness.. lol... erms, today is valentines in sch.. haha... many pppl carring big n small gift for their valentine.. lol... i gave my dearest n william.. jm n tricia ate my ferrero!! lol... i received a present frm huiqi, ms tan, timothy cheang, inra, izyan, s.nadhirah, belinda n surprisingly, timothy yap...he made a box of chocolate himself in bears n heart shape.. so sweet of him:) hahas... hav been toking to piggy for the last few days... hahas.. he nv fail to make my day:) toking to him alone will make me soo hyper.. haha, thx piggy:) thx for everyting... n, it takes a piggy to knw a piggy.. hahah... miting sister n yusheng tmr for valentines breakfast... dhen going for tuition... hais, soo siian... going to church on sunday, n miting syafiq, cos he say giving me valentine present... lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5168483536903015202?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5168483536903015202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5168483536903015202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5168483536903015202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5168483536903015202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/since-one-week-ago-said-wanna-post-but.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-5727503980417348386</id><published>2009-02-07T19:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:56:39.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nw at 2nd uncle's hse... erms.. juz wanna blog bout sum stuff.. i realli wanna sae bout u... cos the tot of u realli make my blood boils... XXX, pls, i beg u, go n reflect on yr own actions... u tink ur soo big?! i realli cnt stand u at times... 1st ting, u juz pretend.. u juz act... u act so well tat u cn go n b an actress... u simply pretend tat nth is rong, or rather nth will b rong... nxt, u treat ppl as yr servants... u tink tat u cn order ppl arnd... like my previous post, i said tat god gave u a pair of hands... y nt make full use of it?! sumtimes,i realli hated u... if u dun wan them, chop them off then... sumtimes, u act like u knw everyting, but actualli, u knw nth.. so pls dun go arnd accusing ppl... n even if u knw of it, sumtimes, ppl wan it to b kept a secret... but u dun tink, n u juz say it... tat breaks ppl hearts... i realli hope u will stop all tis... i dun wan to say anymore.. cos im afraid tat i will explode wth anger..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5727503980417348386?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5727503980417348386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5727503980417348386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5727503980417348386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5727503980417348386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/nw-at-2nd-uncles-hse.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-2558763061064603247</id><published>2009-02-05T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:25:07.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woohoo!!! its my b'dae today... hahahs... i wanna list out all those tat gave me presents n all those tat wished me...but i juz dun hav the time... im now chiong-inh y el hw... lol... but im realli happy today!! hahahs... 1st of all, thx to all those tat wished me n gave me present... 2nd, happy b'dae to pear, xiaotian n rufus... n to clare's bro... lol last but nt least, i wanna thx my mum n dad... thank you!! they gave me a new fone for my b'dae!! hahahs... im soo happy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-2558763061064603247?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2558763061064603247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=2558763061064603247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/2558763061064603247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/2558763061064603247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/woohoo-its-my-bdae-today.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-5190343510155048101</id><published>2009-02-04T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:24:25.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven posted in a few days... hmmm... went to auntie winnie's hse for cny celebration afew days ago... it was sooo super fuunnn... haah!! we 'kids' were playing in the rm while adults were outside... dhen we played 21 n afew other games larh... dhen james suggested pillow fight n his 1st target was me!! lol... dhen barak n bernice oso followed him... dhen they kip beating me... i scared i hurt them, cos they are younger, so i din realli fight back... lol... dhen they got a little too violent, dhen they all tao pok me!! omg!! they squashed me like hell larhs... dhen we went out to play mahjong too:) by the time i reach hum, its alr going to 12am... but it was very fun tat day... n i drank again tat day... lol-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2days ago, went to lao gu's hse for visiting... dhen watched chingay at the hse.. we went to the rong block seh.. walaos ehh... hahas... dhen today in sch, dai laoshi din cum, soo we had the ah ma for the first period... walaos...s he damn damn funny lorhs... omg!! i laugh until stomachache larhs... hahahs... dhen today aft sch, syafiq was thr waiting alr... i was sort of afraid, so i cor afew ppl peii me... lol... he bought a bracelet for 80bucks!! omg!! n the ting is, his father even helped him to pay for it!! his father knws of his feelings for me!! omg!! but i realli dun wan to accept him.. but i even more dun wan to reject him... i juz dun wan to get into another relationship juz yet... im juz nt prepared... cos i knw tat i still hav  feelings for tat special sum1... n tis year is a very very very  crucial year... tis yr is the o level yr n i realli wan to put in 100%concentration on my work... nxt, we r of different race n i b'live tat thr will b sum issues concerning religious stuffs... n seriously to say, my mum is bias towards malays.. she juz dun like them... so i guess i realli nid sum time to tink carefully...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thrs no use pretending tat u dun knw... i b'live even if u realli dun knw(wich is nt the case), other ppl alr knw... scared u hav no1 to follow? hmmpphh!! typical... n i realli muz say tat god gave u a pair of hands n a pair of legs... is it tat difficult to carry sum tings in yr hand n walk?/!! no!! dhen wats yr problem?! grow up man... u will nt serve well in society in the near future... nv tink too highly of yrself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5190343510155048101?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5190343510155048101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5190343510155048101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5190343510155048101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5190343510155048101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/02/haven-posted-in-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-4801287470724595481</id><published>2009-01-30T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:47:37.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on wed n thurs, had my b'dae chalet... wed came alot of relatives... haha... we were having alot of fun... xiao jiu ordered buffet for me... tat was soo sweet of him... i played with the kids while the adults do their stuff... dhen its time to cut the cake, so i went to change into my dress.... dhen aunt cindi sae wear soo nice muz cum with a pair of heels!! soo i lend the heels frm mum... on the 2nd day.. went to inter aft sch to mit eileen... dhen justin was reaching, so we waited for him... he came late n we missed the shutter bus tat brings us in... soo we walked in lorhs... we were sooo tired larhs... walk for soo far!! thx man justin... lol:)  dhen we reach finally!!! so we waited for the rest of the  ppl to cum... while we wait, we went to the pool... dhen we went to the arcade... i played parapara... i lend sum money frm justin cos i din bring my money out... dhen justin wanted to play, so i teach him lorhs... hahas...  dhen he dance like robot litat lorhs... but nt bad leh... he cleared the stage... but when he play the freestyle, he failed straight away... haha.. but nt bad for a beginner too :D...dhen we went to the playroom... lol... soon, we went bk cos weiting they all reaching soon... we tot weiting was cuming with nigel alone, but in the end, they all came in the same cab... lol... nt fun liaos... dhen soon after, we went to the pool to play with water... we din wan to get wet, but sumhw, we pull n push n in the end, everybody was in the water... hahah... i went to sit at the lifeguard seat... n got scolded... lol... dhen the in charge came n we tot he wanted to scold us cos we were nt in proper attire, but to our surprise, he din scold us but he still told us to look aft our belongings... hahah... phew!! dhen we went bk to the bungalow n we took turns to bathe... n tat took us ages!! dhen we cut the cake for eillen as a surprise, cos nigel n nick goin bk lerh... dhen we tried to take picture using self-timer, but failed... dhen ask uncle micheal to help to take, but it came out we cnt see anyting... so we still did by our own... dhen we ate food n tok... lol:) dhen the parents came one by one dhen they go hum... dhen i received afew presents... 2bags, 1 pencil box, 1 tee, 1 display toy, 2 chocolate n the rest hongbaos...&lt;br /&gt;it was the best day of my life soo far:)... thank you mum n dad:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dhen today went to ws to mit joseph n syafiq... dhen i knw today tat syafiq likes me.. lol... im toking to him rite nw:) lol... dhen met kor today too...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-goodbye my dears:D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-4801287470724595481?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4801287470724595481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=4801287470724595481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4801287470724595481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4801287470724595481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-wed-n-thurs-had-my-bdae-chalet.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-5727895799406221730</id><published>2009-01-27T12:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:43:34.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm... nt posted for afew days... well, i was sort of busy... on sat, erm... i tink nth special happen... as far as i rmb... so on sun morning, went to church to help out, went for service n aft tat, we hah a steamboat reunion lunch... aft i came back, we went to granma's hse for reunion dinner n kenny kor came bk to visit:))... aft eating, i helped to do the soooo many dishes n i had a little alcohol... dhen at 9pm++, went to second aunt dhe chalet at costa sands... drank summore alcohol.. lol... n i got abit mabo... dhen was tokin to ky the whole day n nite thru sms... dhen he soo bad, kip suan-ing me... walao ehh... haha.. dhen the adults were playing mahjong n they played non-stop... soo it was so late n we spent the nite thr... like 15-20ppl share 8beds... wow!! ok... dhen in the morning aft breakfast, went bk hum... but soon aft, went to grandma's hse again... in the evening, went bk to the chalet n we played cards... lol.. damn funny larhs... the 'cai shen ye' kip giving money.. hahah... alvin, uncle tony n gu zhang were sitting on a bed, dhen the edge of the bed suddenly gave way n the bed broke!! haha... (cos all 3 of them are quite heavy...) lol... dhen at nite, we were watching the 40 yr old virgin... lol, damn funny lorh.. the guy damn retard!!.. so, we spent yet another nite at the chalet... n in the morning, i went to take a stroll at pasir ris beach... dhen without knwing, i was at cliff no.10... i sat thr for a gd 1hr... i duno y, but thr's juz a strange feeling~... haiz... i guess tats all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im nt going to care soo much about backsteppers n betrayers... its juz a waste of my precious time... i treat u as my closest fren yet..n tis is wat i get... its juz nt worth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5727895799406221730?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5727895799406221730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5727895799406221730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5727895799406221730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5727895799406221730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-8239952007218301151</id><published>2009-01-24T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T18:33:21.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Thursday after sch, went for the self-study time wich was supposed to last till 5pm… but as many ppl haven finish their el work, we did our el instead of having maths lesson….  But it was soo boring so me n may decided to go to ws mac to finish up our work… dhen at mac, saw joseph n scott… n tat malay guy(duno hw spell his name)…  scott changed his sch alr… he’s nw in damai sec… dhen joseph ask me to help him buy volka… lol… but too bad, I din bring my ic out… hahahas… dhen saw zul, n to my surprise, I found out tat charlotte is his fren!!! Lol… dhen after finishing the work, went to help may find a present for clifton’s b’dae…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday after sch, went to ws library with Jodie to look for sum”information” hahhas… dhen we saw nadia, nadhirah n aisyah at the library too:) haha… it was soo funny larhs… toking bout ky n marcus n stuff stuff stuff… hahas…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-8239952007218301151?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8239952007218301151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=8239952007218301151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8239952007218301151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8239952007218301151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-thursday-after-sch-went-for-self.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-8223734161760326775</id><published>2009-01-20T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:21:17.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was nooo gd at all... in the morning, realli very tired... i hate tues.. it was a busy day... i kept yawning... n todae, we had cny 'celebration'... cos for the nxt 3 days, the sec 3s will b at camp, so we shifted the celebration to todae... tis yr, it sucks man!! nth interesting, nth gd at all!! eww!! b4 choir starts, went elias to eat with bel... dhen went 7-11... we were toking bout guys, n we decided tat we will kip a look-out for gd-looking guys... hahhas... dhen in 7-11, omg!! i saw tis guy, he was soo hot!! dhen we went crazy over him!! lol!! dhen we were like kip looking at him larhs... dhen bel snap a pic of him... heh look soo cool lorh... dhen he went out n he cyclied away... the way he cyclied was the way  we were walking!! as we were going bk to sch mah... dhen when we walk, we kip looking for him... lol!! he damn cute can!!  dhen aft choir, we purposely walk the same route to see if we cn see him again... lol!! but can't.. haiiz:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-8223734161760326775?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8223734161760326775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=8223734161760326775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8223734161760326775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8223734161760326775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-nooo-gd-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-1749081452177210964</id><published>2009-01-17T09:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:25:06.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i want to thank Dr. Ernest Wong, Ken n Peter for the valuable lessons... the last 3 days were simply great... we had laughter, n we had tears...in the lesson, we know tat in order to succeed, we nid to set goals... n dhen, we hav to work towards our goals... i want to get 6As for my o levels, n its nt impossible, cos impossible means im-possible... nth is impossible in the world... if u see urself getting the 6As, u will get it in the end...cos ' wat u see, is wat u get'... 95% of the ppl do not want to succeed in life, but im among those 5% tat wans to succeed in life... bcos i live with a purpose in life, i dun juz exist... after seeting the goals, we hav to work hard towards those goals, cos 'action has consequences'... if u dun work towards yr goal, u will nt get the 6As... the ultimate failure in life, is nt participating...&lt;br /&gt;so, ladies n gentlemen, set yr goals nw.. n start working towards yr goals... trust me, it works... cos: wat u see, is wat u get... xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if we gold on together~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lose your way with each passing day&lt;br /&gt;You've come so far, don't throw it away    (learn how to Reduce, Reuse, and Recycle!)&lt;br /&gt;Live believing, dreams are for weaving&lt;br /&gt;Wonders are waiting to start&lt;br /&gt;Live your story, Faith hope and glory&lt;br /&gt;Hold to the truth in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;Where clouds roll by, for you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls in the wind must learn how to bend&lt;br /&gt;Seek out a star, hold on till the end&lt;br /&gt;Valley, mountain, there is a fountain&lt;br /&gt;Washes our tears all away&lt;br /&gt;Worlds are swaying, someone is praying&lt;br /&gt;Please let them come home to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;Where clouds roll by, for you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are out there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;We'll dream about the sun&lt;br /&gt;In the dark, we'll feel the light&lt;br /&gt;Warm our hearts … Everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we hold on together&lt;br /&gt;I know our dreams will never die&lt;br /&gt;Dreams see us through to forever&lt;br /&gt;As high as souls can fly&lt;br /&gt;The clouds roll by, for you and I &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a hero if you look inside your heart.&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to be afraid of what you are.&lt;br /&gt;There's an answer if you reach into your soul&lt;br /&gt;and the sorrow that you know will melt away.&lt;br /&gt;And then a hero comes along&lt;br /&gt;with the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;and you cast your fears aside&lt;br /&gt;and you know you can survive.&lt;br /&gt;So, when you feel like hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;look inside you and be strong&lt;br /&gt;and you'll finally see the truth&lt;br /&gt;that a hero lies in you.&lt;br /&gt;It's a long road when you face the world alone.&lt;br /&gt;No one reaches out a hand for you to hold.&lt;br /&gt;You can find love if you search within yourself&lt;br /&gt;and the emptiness you felt will disappear.&lt;br /&gt;And then a hero comes along&lt;br /&gt;with the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;and you cast your fears aside&lt;br /&gt;and you know you can survive.&lt;br /&gt;So, when you feel like hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;look inside you and be strong&lt;br /&gt;and you'll finally see the truth&lt;br /&gt;that a hero lies in you.&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows dreams are hard to follow,&lt;br /&gt;But don't let anyone tear them away.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, there will be tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;In time you'll find the way.&lt;br /&gt;And then a hero comes along&lt;br /&gt;with the strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;and you cast your fears aside&lt;br /&gt;and you know you can survive.&lt;br /&gt;So, when you feel like hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;look inside you and be strong&lt;br /&gt;and you'll finally see the truth&lt;br /&gt;that a hero lies in you.&lt;br /&gt;That a hero lies in you,&lt;br /&gt;that a hero lies in you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-1749081452177210964?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1749081452177210964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=1749081452177210964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1749081452177210964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1749081452177210964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-want-to-thank-dr.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-3568692475098271095</id><published>2009-01-08T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:40:45.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today in sch, everyting went fine... during eng, we took back our paper n mrs rajan told my story to the class... lol... after sch, went to tp open hse... it was shoooo crowded cos thr were like more than 10 schs?? ok, we were given a bag each.. n dhen we toured arnd the sch... saw shi shan n she was shooo surprised to c me thr.. she was like" u sec 4 meh??" hahha... lol... i walked with ryaan, asyraf, elaine, may, william, nicholas, zhiyin n huiqi... we kip on sabo-ing william, nicholas n ryaan to try out those stations... haha... nick was shhoooo dumb!! lol... after awhile, we seperated as those chinese dun wan to wlk anymore... soo me, huiqi, ryaan n asyraf continued to walk in 4s n explore... dhen out of the blue, i saw ky... dhen he was shouting to the person in front... tat was then tat i saw gerard... lol... fancy meeting them thr... dhen i oso saw rebecca.... during the whole ting, i tink the one tat interest me the most is retail management n interactive media informatics bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take cares my dears:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-3568692475098271095?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3568692475098271095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=3568692475098271095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3568692475098271095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3568692475098271095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-in-sch-everyting-went-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-4964664081267975894</id><published>2009-01-06T19:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:14:50.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was nt a bad day... esp during chem... hahas... it was sooooo funny n sooo fun... cos ms wee. was like soo cute n adorable... n as usual, 'george' n 'roy' were turning the class upside down... haha... we went to library for maths today.. today thr was no assembly for upper sec, soo we had our planning time... dhen we had to stay bk for mrs rajan tingi... we were sooo lucky, cos she has a meeting at 2.30 pm, soo we onli stayed back for 1/2 hr... hahaah... dhen went ws with belinda after sch n saw adeline at inter... dhen saw sharmaine, soo she followed us... we went mac to find my siao kia, dhen we walk walk arnd.. dhen saw zul... hahah.... lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my dears:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-4964664081267975894?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4964664081267975894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=4964664081267975894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4964664081267975894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4964664081267975894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-nt-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-8950743212771928874</id><published>2009-01-05T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:19:32.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of proper lesson in sch n it sucks man!! esp. during el lesson... walao ehhs... tat mrs rajan is a demon man... scold scold n scold... siao eh arh... arrgghh!! juz our luck to hav her... well, quite a busy day todae... went to sch tis morning... almost miss the bus, the bus was about to leave wth/out me, but luckily i ran fast enuff n stopped the bus:) dhen on the way to sch, kianyong got up the bus too... hahas.. such a coincidence:D... dhen met aishu at gate n we went to canteen... the day went by boring-ly... dhen ky send me tat sms.... haha...but i hav tat sms liaos, so i wasn't shock at all... "kianyong, too bad!! haha"... diaos... well, sch ended at 3.30, dhen went to choir straight... sooo tired lorhs.... dhen at choir, mdm latifah told us bout wats gonna happen for us... we gonna hav the new t'cher, khoo 'wee wee' as our t'cher-in-charge... dhen we were talking on how to pull in the sec 1s... dhen she had a piece of news for us, n tat is tat we will b going overseas tis year... we'll b going ti hansu, china... and yet another big news is tat we will b performing next yr at YOG... OMG!!! the whole world will b looking at us lorhs.... last yr, we had the honor to perform at ndp, n nxt yr, we're gonna perform for YOG(youth olympic games)!!! isn't tat cool?!... hahas... but i'll b graduating tis year, soo i might go bk next yr as an alumni:D...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my dear:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-8950743212771928874?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8950743212771928874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=8950743212771928874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8950743212771928874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8950743212771928874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-proper-lesson-in-sch-n-it.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-3944396107140727173</id><published>2009-01-02T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T00:04:13.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey peeps... im back again:) today was the first day of sch... met up wth tze ai love in the morning for breakfast as usual... unlike other days, thr were many pupils in the canteen tis morning... well, it was cos the t'chers decided to lock the class in the morning... soo, we cnt go up... haiz... dhen first day of sch, n we had our seating arrangement fixed!! omg!! im sitting beside inra n zulfadlie... we hav 3 maths t'cher tis yr... omg!! ms fong, mr micheal n mr chow... dhen we hav mrs rajan as our el t'cher n we hav 2 chem n 2 phy t'cher... cool!!! went to central with jia en after sch to buy bubble tea, n i saw waynn... lol... dhen went bk hum lerhs... dhen soo sway in bus saw kian yong the cockroache!! haha... sumore he alight same place as me de... dhen went we alight, he suddenly say: eh, u look very nerdy in specs leh... haha... i was like diao! hahas... tok to the other kian yong on sms all day:) haha... soo funny lor... hhe ask me cor him lazy piggy... dhen he kip cor-ling me monster=.- lol... in the afternoon, went to hav a haircut cos i dun like my hair when it grows long... cos it will 'qiao' at the end... haha... dhen went ah ma hse... dhen went hum liaos... at 10++, daniel came my hse cos he wans to burn song, in the end, all the disk he tried cnt burn leh.. dhen he sho pek chak... haha... so tmr, i'll be going to uncle's church to help out in the painting n relovation, dhen sunday oso going to church... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye my dears:)&lt;br /&gt;god bless~&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-3944396107140727173?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3944396107140727173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=3944396107140727173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3944396107140727173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3944396107140727173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-2645409800585548452</id><published>2009-01-01T14:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:34:17.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There’s too much to do and not enough time. I’ve got school, homework, job, friends, parties, and family on top of everything else. I’m totally stressed out. Help!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I feel good about myself when I don’t match up? Everywhere I look I am reminded that someone else is smarter, or prettier, or more popular. I can’t help but think, ‘if I can only had her hair, her clothes, her personality, her boyfriend, then I’d be happy.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if my life is out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is a disaster. If I could only get my parents off my back I might be able to live my life. It seems they are constantly nagging, and I can’t seem to satisfy them.i’m not doing too well in school right now. If I don’t get my grades up I’ll never be able to enter college. I;m moody and get depressed often and I don’t know what to do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame all of your problems on your parents, your stupid teachers or professors, your lousy neighbourhood, your boy/girlfriend, the government, or something or someone else.Be a victim. Take no responsibilitiesfor tour life. Act like an animal. When you are hungry, eat. If someone yells at you, yell back.if you feel like doing something you know is wrong, just do it.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t have a plan. Avoid goals at all costs. And never think about tomorrow. Why worry about the consequences of your actions? Live for the moment. Sleep around, get wasted, and party on, for tomorrow we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is most important in your life, don’t do it until you have spent sufficient time watching reruns, talking endlessly on the phone, surfing the internet, and lounging around. Always put off your homework until tomorrow. Make sure that things that don’t matter always come before things that do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See life as a vicious competition. Your classmate is out to get you, so you’d better get him or her first. Don’t let anyone else succeed at anything because , remember, if they win, you lose. If it looks like you’re going going to lose, however, make sure you drag that sucker down with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born with a mouth, so use it. Make sure you talk a lot. Always express your side of the story first. Once you’re sure everyone understands your views, then pretend to listen by nodding and saying”uh-huh.”. or, if you really want their opinion, give it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s face it, other people are weird because they’re different from you. So why try to get along with them? Teamwork is for the dogs. Since you always have the best ideas, you are better off doing everything by yourself. Be your own island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be as busy with life that you never take time to renew or improve yourself. Never study. Don’t learn anything new. Avoid exercise like plague. And, for heaven’s sake, stay away from good books, nature, or anything else that may inspire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE LISTEN&lt;br /&gt;When I ask you to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;And you start giving me advice,&lt;br /&gt;You have not donw what I said.&lt;br /&gt;When I ask you to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;And you begin to tell me why,&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn’t feel that way,&lt;br /&gt;You are trampling on my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;When I ask you to listen to me&lt;br /&gt;And you feel you had to say something&lt;br /&gt;To solve my problem,&lt;br /&gt;You have failed me,&lt;br /&gt;Strange as that may seem.&lt;br /&gt;Listen! All I ask is that you listen.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t talk or do.-----just hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS.&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the street.&lt;br /&gt;There was a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I fall in.&lt;br /&gt;I am lost… I am helpless.&lt;br /&gt;It isn’t my fault.&lt;br /&gt;It takes forevef to find a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the same sreet.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I pretend I don’t see it.&lt;br /&gt;I fall in again.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe I am in the same place.&lt;br /&gt;But, it isn’t my fault.&lt;br /&gt;It still takes a long time to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I see it there.&lt;br /&gt;I still fall in. it’s a habit.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are open.&lt;br /&gt;I know where am i.&lt;br /&gt;It is my fault. I get out immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down the same street.&lt;br /&gt;There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;I walk around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk down another street.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-2645409800585548452?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2645409800585548452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=2645409800585548452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/2645409800585548452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/2645409800585548452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-too-much-to-do-and-not-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-1829445060843435414</id><published>2009-01-01T14:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:26:15.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>幸福到底是什么？幸福可以从许多方面来拥有。在什么时候，会有真正的幸福？幸福可以从家中得到，也可以从朋友的方面来拥有。 但， 真的能轻易找到吗？真的会有一个完美的“真命天使”能永远培在自己的身边，不让自己留下一滴眼泪吗？我听过一段话：“每个女孩都是天上的一个天使，当她地下一滴眼泪，上天就会收回她的翅膀。所以，外面的男人应该知道，但一位女生为你滴下一滴泪时，她就为你放弃了真个天堂。”我想，应该是真的吧。心，是那么的翠弱，也是那么的容易受到伤害。&lt;br /&gt;男朋友，有一天对女朋友说：“如果有一天，我突然从你生活中消失，你会一直找我吗？”女朋友回答：“我应该不会去找你吧。因为我对你有信任，认为在短时间内，你还是会回来找我的。如果你不来找我，那我想我在生活中的活动就暂停很久， 也不知道什么时候才会再举起。”男朋友开始哭了，说，“ 谢谢你对我那么有信任。我一定尽全力去保护与爱你这个珍贵的女朋友。”信任是那么的重要吗？信任正的能挽救一个珍贵的感情吗？在男女朋友的感情里，新人应该是最重要的吧！&lt;br /&gt;爱一个人，有很多种爱。但，不管有什么种爱，都会受到伤害，心也一样会被碎掉。 生命中都有许多伤害，也有许多幸福， 生命是这样的吗？没有完美的事情，完美的事实，完美的生命， 生命哪能完美？若能有完美的世界，生命不就完美了吗？世界末日的到来， 虽然会再许多年后才会有，但，不管有末日还是无，都不会有完美的世界。在能生活一次命，会又怎样的改变？自己是否问过自己？希望世界太平， 完美世界，能否实现？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s you that brightens up my everyday.&lt;br /&gt;It’s you that makes me feel that life is worthy.&lt;br /&gt;It’s you that let me know someone cares.&lt;br /&gt;It’s you that I believe in and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promise to let me touch the stars in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;You promise to let me feel the waves in the sea,&lt;br /&gt;You promise to stay by my side for ever ,&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to promise that these promises will not be broken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-1829445060843435414?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1829445060843435414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=1829445060843435414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1829445060843435414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1829445060843435414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-you-that-brightens-up-my-everyday.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-8818356736078161832</id><published>2009-01-01T14:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:25:51.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*李圣杰-擦肩而过*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我爱着谁&lt;br /&gt;爱到我有点醉&lt;br /&gt;告诉我你是谁&lt;br /&gt;能够把我让我变不对&lt;br /&gt;你不会累&lt;br /&gt;但我却爱你爱得好累&lt;br /&gt;从没有为了谁&lt;br /&gt;不顾安危付出一切&lt;br /&gt;站在这平衡点&lt;br /&gt;我还是觉得有点危险&lt;br /&gt;或许是看不见&lt;br /&gt;只能够靠感觉&lt;br /&gt;他不会是个好男人&lt;br /&gt;也不会是个好情人&lt;br /&gt;你对我说&lt;br /&gt;我们只是擦肩而过&lt;br /&gt;好的男人有那么多&lt;br /&gt;少了他的日子也能过&lt;br /&gt;我不会再让你寂寞&lt;br /&gt;也不会让你更难过&lt;br /&gt;你听我说要好好学着去生活&lt;br /&gt;就算未来有多少错&lt;br /&gt;至少还有我的问候&lt;br /&gt;我的温柔陪你度过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你听我说&lt;br /&gt;你不要这么做&lt;br /&gt;你不要看着我&lt;br /&gt;说你已经知道怎么做&lt;br /&gt;你很难受&lt;br /&gt;我愿意陪你一起承受&lt;br /&gt;只要你不怕痛&lt;br /&gt;再多坎坷我都陪你走&lt;br /&gt;站在这平衡点&lt;br /&gt;我还是觉得有点危险&lt;br /&gt;或许是看不见&lt;br /&gt;只能够靠感觉&lt;br /&gt;他不会是个好男人&lt;br /&gt;也不会是个好情人&lt;br /&gt;你对我说&lt;br /&gt;我们只是擦肩而过&lt;br /&gt;好的男人有那么多&lt;br /&gt;少了他的日子也能过&lt;br /&gt;我不会再让你寂寞&lt;br /&gt;也不会让你更难过&lt;br /&gt;你听我说&lt;br /&gt;要好好学着去生活&lt;br /&gt;就算未来有多少错&lt;br /&gt;至少还有我的问候&lt;br /&gt;我的温柔陪你度过&lt;br /&gt;他不会是个好男人&lt;br /&gt;也不会是个好情人&lt;br /&gt;你对我说&lt;br /&gt;我们只是擦肩而过&lt;br /&gt;好的男人有那么多&lt;br /&gt;少了他的日子也能过&lt;br /&gt;我不会再让你寂寞&lt;br /&gt;也不会让你更难过&lt;br /&gt;你听我说&lt;br /&gt;要好好学着去生活&lt;br /&gt;就算未来有多少错&lt;br /&gt;至少还有我的问候&lt;br /&gt;我的温柔陪你度过&lt;br /&gt;就算未来有多少错&lt;br /&gt;至少还有我的问候&lt;br /&gt;我的温柔陪你度过&lt;br /&gt;~~end~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-8818356736078161832?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8818356736078161832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=8818356736078161832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8818356736078161832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/8818356736078161832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2009/01/end.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-6697724286939755925</id><published>2009-01-01T14:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:25:09.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>f I were blue, would you be there for me,&lt;br /&gt;And whisper in my ears that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;Would you stand by me, let me hold you tight,&lt;br /&gt;And say you love me one more time.&lt;br /&gt;If I feel good, would you slow dance with me,&lt;br /&gt;And touch my lips with tender loving care,&lt;br /&gt;Would you die for me, would you run with me,&lt;br /&gt;And never look back..&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love, to be with me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one,to take my breath away?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love, to be with me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one,to take my breath away?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am away, would you still think of me,&lt;br /&gt;And wished that you could hold me now.&lt;br /&gt;Would you die for me, would you run with me,&lt;br /&gt;All the way ...&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love, to be with me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one,to take my breath away?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to save my soul tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true,&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you always be there,&lt;br /&gt;To kiss my pain away,&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love, to be with me?&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true?&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you'll always be the one,to take my breath away?&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to save my soul tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear that your love is always true,&lt;br /&gt;Would you say that you always be there,&lt;br /&gt;To kiss my pain away,&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there ..... for me ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-6697724286939755925?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6697724286939755925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=6697724286939755925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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so)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;nw at caleb hse... last nite, stay over for service cos itds the last day of 2008... so, the church ppl all came here... dhen we had a countdown n had fun:)... dhen was very fun n fun... yarh, dhen send many ppl new year wishes... soo tired yet dun feel like slping... soo i chatted with kian yong thru sms till like 2+, almost 3 dhen go slp.... dhen woke up bout 7+ 8am...  a new year, i hope everyone will hav a btr life... to 2008, it has the most laughter n tears... soo many unpleasant tings n oso quite alot of happy tings happened... hope tat in 2009, with god's blessings, life will b alot btr dhen b4.... okay. caleb is pushing me to let him use the pc, soo i got to go:D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;byebyes my dears!&lt;br /&gt;god bless all!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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so)'/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-5320569976918727402</id><published>2008-12-25T14:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T14:33:55.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quite a busy week... hmm... on monday, went to cineleisure &lt;br /&gt;with the grp to watch twilight... b4 tat, went to choon's &lt;br /&gt;hse in the morning... dhen went to sgh to mit them first cos &lt;br /&gt;we going to visit chen laoshi in sgh... b4 going up, we decided&lt;br /&gt; to buy a flower basket... well, chen laoshi looks btr n she &lt;br /&gt;feels btr too... tat's good... dhen after wich, we went to &lt;br /&gt;cineleisure for lunch... dhen we did our own shopping b4 the movie&lt;br /&gt; starts.. n me, chi n wan was fooled by the guys=.= GGRRHH!! &lt;br /&gt;okae.. dhen we waited for elephant to cum n claim the tickets...&lt;br /&gt; well, the movie was twisted a little, n the cut off sooo many parts!!!!! ARRGGHH!!!! the most interesting part is the fighting part... n thr&lt;br /&gt; isn't as much romance as the book make it sound like... haizz... &lt;br /&gt;after the movie, we went to see shifu n by the time i got hum, &lt;br /&gt;it's almost 11 liaos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tues, went to kbox with gerard n the normal adults...&lt;br /&gt; after wich, he wanted to go hum, cos he going to his &lt;br /&gt;frens hse to do the paintings... well, so we continued to &lt;br /&gt;do shopping... we went coffee club for coffee b4 getting on&lt;br /&gt; our journey to shop... dhen in the evening, went for dinner&lt;br /&gt; at kopitiam... n guess wat?.. i saw ky! seeing 2 ppl on the&lt;br /&gt; same day.. wat does it mean?? is it juz plain coincidence, &lt;br /&gt;or isit fate?? if tats the good ting... if its a bad ting, &lt;br /&gt;wat does it mean?? does it means tat i hav to make a choice? &lt;br /&gt;or does it means tat i dun hav a choice?? haizz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday morning, went for choir practise n u kne wat? &lt;br /&gt;onli 13 ppl turn up.... juz b'cos its a rainy day n a christmas&lt;br /&gt; eve, it does nt gives u the excuse nt to turn up... to tink tat&lt;br /&gt; mr lee even bought us a christmas cake... well, cos of the low &lt;br /&gt;attendance, we ending a little earlier... after tat, went to ws&lt;br /&gt; for lunch... and we went to take neo-prints n we oso went arcade &lt;br /&gt;for para para n dormax!! hahas..&lt;br /&gt;well, i guess tats all... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SVMpOCxw8BI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PPxbzS23zJI/s1600-h/MR+LEE+CAKE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SVMpOCxw8BI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PPxbzS23zJI/s320/MR+LEE+CAKE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283612109076230162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SVMpN_szKUI/AAAAAAAAAQs/gym172J895U/s1600-h/Belinda041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SVMpNWib-gI/AAAAAAAAAQU/rHijkcL6t9k/s320/abc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283612097200781826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5320569976918727402?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5320569976918727402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5320569976918727402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5320569976918727402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5320569976918727402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/12/quite-busy-week.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SVMpOCxw8BI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PPxbzS23zJI/s72-c/MR+LEE+CAKE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-1809440684417861374</id><published>2008-12-25T10:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T11:00:15.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear whoever-that's-reading-this-now!&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this,&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;strong&gt;our horoscope doesn't match &lt;/strong&gt;I think I&lt;br /&gt;realized it when i threw up &lt;strong&gt;last year&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;I saw you &lt;strong&gt;with george bush and his wife&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you're &lt;strong&gt;senile&lt;/strong&gt; enough&lt;br /&gt;to understand that &lt;strong&gt;santa doesnt exist&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm returning &lt;strong&gt;your ring &lt;/strong&gt;to you,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll keep &lt;strong&gt;the couch cushions &lt;/strong&gt;as a memory.&lt;br /&gt;You should also know that I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always wanted your collection of butterflies&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to ruin the second world war&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q1 what's the colour of your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;Blue-our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red-our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White-I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black-I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green-our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey-you are a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow-I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;Pink-your nostrils are insulting&lt;br /&gt;Brown-the mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt-you're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other-I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q2 which is your birth month?&lt;br /&gt;January-that night&lt;br /&gt;February-last year&lt;br /&gt;March-when your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April-when I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May-first of May&lt;br /&gt;June-when you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July-When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August-when I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September-when we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October-when I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;November-when your dog ran amok&lt;br /&gt;December-when I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.which food do you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;Tacos-in your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza-in your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta-outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburger-under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad-as you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken-in your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kabob-with Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish-in women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches-at the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna-at the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;Hot dog-under a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;None of the above-with george bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q4 what's the color of your sock?&lt;br /&gt;Blue-knock out&lt;br /&gt;Red-Insult&lt;br /&gt;White-carve your insults into&lt;br /&gt;Black-ignore&lt;br /&gt;Purple-pour syrup onto&lt;br /&gt;Grey-pull your clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown-put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange-castrate&lt;br /&gt;Brown-the mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;Pink-pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot-sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other-drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q5 what's your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;Black-my best friend&lt;br /&gt;White-my father&lt;br /&gt;Grey-Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown-my fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple-my mustard souffle&lt;br /&gt;Red-donald duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue-avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow-my penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange-my KidRock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink-Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None-my John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br /&gt;Other-Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q6 what do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs-ManO.C-emotional&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill-open&lt;br /&gt;Heroes-frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost-high&lt;br /&gt;House-scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons-cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news-mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol-masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy-senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model-middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above-ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q7 what is your mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;Happy-how awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad-how boring you are&lt;br /&gt;Bored-that santa doesnt exist&lt;br /&gt;Angry-that your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed-that we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Exicited-that there is no solution to this&lt;br /&gt;Nervous-the middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried-that your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic-that I did a sex change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed-that I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly-that I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous-that I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other-that Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q8 what's the colour of the walls in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;White-your ring&lt;br /&gt;Yellow-your love letters&lt;br /&gt;Red-your Darth Varder poster&lt;br /&gt;Black-your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue-the couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green-the pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange-your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown-your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey-our matching snoopy bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple-your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink-the cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other-your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q9 the first letter of your name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B-your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D-the oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F-your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H-my virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J-the result of your blood sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L-your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N-your suicide notes&lt;br /&gt;O/P-my common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R-your mom&lt;br /&gt;S/T-your collection of butterflies&lt;br /&gt;U/V-your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X-David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z-your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q10 the last letter in your name?&lt;br /&gt;A/B-always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D-never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F-always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H-never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J-always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L-will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;M/N-told in my confession today about&lt;br /&gt;O/P-was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R-told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T-get sick when i think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V-always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X-am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z-never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q11 what do you prefer to drink?&lt;br /&gt;Water-our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer-senility&lt;br /&gt;Soft drink-a new life as a clone&lt;br /&gt;Soda-the incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk-the apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine-cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider-a passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice-Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water-embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate-eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky-to ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other-to hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q12 to which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;br /&gt;Thailand-Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA-Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England-Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain-Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China-Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Japan-go burn&lt;br /&gt;Greece-Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia-Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt-Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France-In pain&lt;br /&gt;Other-Greetings to your freaky family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just when i thought im done,&lt;br /&gt;here's another one-.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where would you go if someone sponsors you an air ticket?&lt;br /&gt;LONDON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's your favourite thing to do?&lt;br /&gt;most most most favourite?&lt;br /&gt;watever i feel like doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you think money can buy happiness?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If you were given a chance to receive something, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;receive a compliment:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Things you can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;MY FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;MY FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;MY MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;br /&gt;&amp;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose?&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;&amp;etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you win $1 million US dollars, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;half to my parents, 1/4 to charity n the rest for me n my frens..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you dream of doing in the future?&lt;br /&gt;I DREAM OF BEING :DD IN WADEVER I'LL BE DOING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. List down 3 good points about the person who gave you this survey&lt;br /&gt;SWEET&lt;br /&gt;CHEERFUL&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes you happy?&lt;br /&gt;WADEVER THAT I THINK IS WORTH TO BE HAPPY ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What type of person do you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;SNOBS&lt;br /&gt;OVERLY-DEMANDING PPL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. If you have a super power what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;BE ABLE TO SEE THE FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;(like alice :DD)&lt;br /&gt;or BE ABLE TO TELEPORT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Would you go for happiness or money?&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS.&lt;br /&gt;THEN MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who do you think is the most important people in your life?&lt;br /&gt;THE PEOPLE WHO I THINK ARE MOST IMPORTANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you have a girlfriend/boyfriend, would you die for her/him?&lt;br /&gt;die instead of him?&lt;br /&gt;YES. MAYBE. IT REALLY DEPENDS.&lt;br /&gt;die because of him?&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who's the last person who hugged you?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. chen laoshi:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is the one thing you want to do badly right now ?&lt;br /&gt;HANG OUT WITH MY FRIENDS AND NOT STRESS ON FINISHING HOMEWORK.&lt;br /&gt;quite impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who are you close to ?&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDS.&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;BLAHHBLAHHBLAHHBLAHHBLAHH.&lt;br /&gt;this is a stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Are you courageous enough to tell the person that you like her/him?&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE. (not) depends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you could do one thing all over again what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i duno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. 8 things that scare you :&lt;br /&gt;TEMPERS&lt;br /&gt;NOT ABLE TO MAKE FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;lizards&lt;br /&gt;cocroaches&lt;br /&gt;ewww stuffs&lt;br /&gt;CONFRONTING PPL&lt;br /&gt;how will i noe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. 8 things that you like/love the most :&lt;br /&gt;MANY.&lt;br /&gt;THERE'LL BE MORE THAN 8,&lt;br /&gt;BELIVE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. 8 important things in my room :&lt;br /&gt;IT CHANGES FROM DAY TO DAY.&lt;br /&gt;after all,&lt;br /&gt;we change what we put in rooms:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. 8 people to do this questionnaire :&lt;br /&gt;EELYN&lt;br /&gt;CHINGYEE&lt;br /&gt;TWEETYs&lt;br /&gt;BOWLIE&lt;br /&gt;LAO APEH&lt;br /&gt;OBAMA&lt;br /&gt;HUANG TAIZi&lt;br /&gt;elephant&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-1809440684417861374?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1809440684417861374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=1809440684417861374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1809440684417861374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1809440684417861374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-whoever-thats-reading-this-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-724108317399710051</id><published>2008-12-23T09:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:42:50.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WOOHOO!!! WE SUCCEEDED!! one of the mission is to make gxy 10th anniversary a success n we did it :DD and we did it well!!... hahas.. it was soo much fun... time really flies... we started off at march, n with the blink of an eye, its over... every minute, every second of it is soo much fun... i believe every1 enjoyed ourselves.. we deserve 3 cheers for all we've done! hip hip, hooray! HIP hip, hooray!! HIP HIP, HOORAY!!! haha... everybody looks soo cute in make ups.. esp. the guys.. n nt to forget our one n only elephant in make up.. haha(sorry choon:P) &lt;br /&gt;we went to jushilin at 2pm, den we had our rehearsal n our make up done.. den we went for dinner at 5pm. haha... den sum of us went to jie1 lai2 bing1... so, we went to the ground floor juz outside the lift... but after waiting for soo long, t'cher told us to go bk to 7th floor again... haizz..we stood inside, at 7th floor... n its soo fun to b standing thr n toking... n choon saw kimberly in one of those gxy photos.. hahas..so, we waited till shifu comes b4 we officially start the programme... chen ls did nt turn up as she is very ill...the small kids looks soo cute in their gxy uniform with red ribbon... haha... they really look like christmas trees... dhen we went to stage with the kids for ji xiang san bao n it was so fun:D...we managed to borrow the flowers frm the the t'chers... after wich, we went to the balcony to practise our other 3 songs and our formation.. while practising, the time realli did pass very fast.. cos b4 we knw it, its our turn alr... the ah yi came to inform us tat its our turn nxt n we were all like" huh?! so fast?!"... omg!! everyone was like so nervous larh!! den we were on stage.. n at the back of the hall, the 4 girls were like cheering for us n supporting us by swaying with our musc... thanks girls!!and i guess we sounded btr den we expected.. cos even shifu said we got 100marks... 10 plus a zero at the back... so its 1000... haha...we went back to our seats after tat, n we help to suport the other items too... hahha... so fun!!nt long  ltr, its our turn again...we sat at the waiting area, waiting for mo mo ye ye to finish his speech... it was soooooo long... finally, its our last performance of the day and we realli did enjoyed ourselves... WOOHOO!!!! after the whole programme ended, we went to the lift lobby and we kept singing n singing.. or rather, we kept screaming n screaming... haha... we were screming at the top of our voices... dhen we went bk in when almost all the audience was gone... dhen nigel was damn funny... after we sing finish a song, or did finish a cheer, he will throw his lollipop in the air n say huat arh... haha... dhen we took sum photos b4 we ended the whole ting... HUAT ARH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-724108317399710051?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/724108317399710051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=724108317399710051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/724108317399710051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/724108317399710051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/12/woohoo-we-succeeded-one-of-mission-is.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-3951467434124548934</id><published>2008-12-22T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:08:17.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.The person who tagged me is&lt;br /&gt;leck choon ling&lt;br /&gt;2.Your relationship with him/her&lt;br /&gt;MY COUSIN:)&lt;br /&gt;3.Your five impressions of him/her LCL:&lt;br /&gt;VERY CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;NOISY&lt;br /&gt;LOYAL&lt;br /&gt;VERY ELEPHANT-LY&lt;br /&gt;FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;4.The most memorable thing she/he had done for you:&lt;br /&gt;EMMS... I DUN KNW... COS, SHE DID TOO MUCH WITH ME... HAHAS&lt;br /&gt;5.If she/he had become your lover,you will&lt;br /&gt;I WUN!!! IM A DAMN STRAIGHT PERSON!!&lt;br /&gt;6.If she/he had became your lover, things she/he needs to be improve on&lt;br /&gt;HER BRAIN&lt;br /&gt;7.If she/he became your enemy now&lt;br /&gt;I'LL MAKE HER MY FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;(hua4 di2 cheng2 you3)&lt;br /&gt;9.Your overall impression of him/her&lt;br /&gt;MADNESS&lt;br /&gt;10.How do you think people around you, will feel about you&lt;br /&gt;I'M VERY VERY CRAZY&lt;br /&gt;11.The characteristic you love about yourself is&lt;br /&gt;IM OPTIMISTIC&lt;br /&gt;12.The most ideal person you want to be is&lt;br /&gt;SUM1 LIKE MY IDOL!! &lt;br /&gt;13.For people who cares &amp; likes you, say something to the them&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS LOTS(:&lt;br /&gt;Choose 10 people to be tagged&lt;br /&gt;1) WANTING&lt;br /&gt;2) EELYN&lt;br /&gt;3) NIGEL&lt;br /&gt;4) JOEY&lt;br /&gt;5) JUN JIE&lt;br /&gt;6) KEVIN&lt;br /&gt;7) ZONG HUAN&lt;br /&gt;8) BELINDA&lt;br /&gt;9) AISHU&lt;br /&gt;10)ATIQAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Who's No. 6 having relationship with [JUN JIE]&lt;br /&gt;HMMS... I DUN KNW.. &lt;br /&gt;BUT I DUN TINK HE'S WITH ANYBODY RITE NW..&lt;br /&gt;15.If No. 7 and No. 10 are together, will it be a good thing? [ATIQAH]&amp;[ZONGHUAN]&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;OF COS NT LA...&lt;br /&gt;THEY DUN EVEN KNW EACH OTHER...&lt;br /&gt;16.What is No. 2 studying about [EELYN]&lt;br /&gt;I DUNO...&lt;br /&gt;17.When was the last time you had a chat with No. 3 [NIGEL]&lt;br /&gt;YTD..&lt;br /&gt;18.What kind of music does No. 8 likes [BELINDA]&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, but&lt;br /&gt;I TINK SHE LIKES MANY KINDA MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;19.Does No. 1 has any siblings [WANTING]&lt;br /&gt;YUPS...&lt;br /&gt;20.Will you woo No. 3 [NIGEL..]&lt;br /&gt;ermms,&lt;br /&gt;PROVIDED TAT I HAV FEELINGS FOR HIM LARHHS...&lt;br /&gt;21.How about No. 7 [ZONG HUAN]&lt;br /&gt;I DUN TINK SO...&lt;br /&gt;COS I WILL LOOK LIKE A DWARF BESIDE THE GIANT&lt;br /&gt;22.Is No. 4 single [JOEY]&lt;br /&gt;OF COS LARHS... BUT SHE HAS MANY BOY-FRIENDS... &lt;br /&gt;23.What is the surname of No. 5 [JUN JIE]&lt;br /&gt;LIN?&lt;br /&gt;24.What is the hobby of No. 10 [ATIQAH]&lt;br /&gt;I DUNO...&lt;br /&gt;25.Do No. 5 &amp; No. 9 get along well [AISHU]&amp;[JUN JIE]&lt;br /&gt;NOPE... YHEY DUN KNW EACH OTHER..&lt;br /&gt;26.Where does No. 9 live? [AISHU]&lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I TINK ITS EUNOS&lt;br /&gt;27.What colour does No. 4 likes [JOEY]&lt;br /&gt;BLACK!!&lt;br /&gt;(I TINK)&lt;br /&gt;28.What is No. 10 doing now [ATIQAH]&lt;br /&gt;I DUNO... IDUN HAV POWER EYES...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-3951467434124548934?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3951467434124548934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=3951467434124548934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3951467434124548934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3951467434124548934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/12/1.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-5174732826043498011</id><published>2008-12-20T08:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:51:42.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im really very busy tis few days... when to jsl for the whole of tis week except mon n thurs... im really very tired n worn out.. today is the performance n shifu is alr in singapore... omg!! im really very nervous.... esp on stage... i will shiver n shake when holding the mic... we had the place decorated n well 'furnished'... well, thrs still many places tat nid improvement in terms of our performance on stage... but i guess, we did our best...:) school hols is ending fast.. n tats a gd ting, cos i wun spent my time at hum doing nth n tinking of unhappy stuff... i miss breakfast with my sis every morning... i miss her lots.... soon, i will c her alr.. woohoo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5174732826043498011?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5174732826043498011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5174732826043498011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5174732826043498011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5174732826043498011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-really-very-busy-tis-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-5032725663978471076</id><published>2008-12-05T10:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T10:37:55.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nt much happenings tis days... went to airport ytd to get tings settled... well, i guess its btr tis way... no mood tis few days either... slp, eat, watch tv... haiz... life really is boring... i hate holidays... i want to go bk sch!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5032725663978471076?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5032725663978471076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5032725663978471076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5032725663978471076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5032725663978471076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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back&lt;br /&gt;and smile&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl bumps into your arm,&lt;br /&gt;while walking with you&lt;br /&gt;she wants&lt;br /&gt;you to hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When she wants a hug&lt;br /&gt;she will just stand there&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When u break a girls heart&lt;br /&gt;she still feels it when&lt;br /&gt;you run into each other 3 years later&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;millions of things are running through her&lt;br /&gt;mind..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;she is thinking deeply,,&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl looks at you with eyes full of&lt;br /&gt;questions,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering how long you will be&lt;br /&gt;around&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl answers, "I'm fine," after a&lt;br /&gt;few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS NOT FINE AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;she is wondering why you are playing games&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl lays her head on your chest,&lt;br /&gt;she is wishing for you to be hers forever&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says she can't live&lt;br /&gt;without you,&lt;br /&gt;she has made up her mind that you are&lt;br /&gt;her future&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a girl says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;no one in this world can miss you more than that&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Guy Facts---&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls you,&lt;br /&gt;he wants to be with you&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;He's listening to you...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;He realizes he's wrong&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I'm fine" after a few&lt;br /&gt;minutes&lt;br /&gt;he means it&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;he wishes you would care about him and&lt;br /&gt;wonders if you do&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When your laying your head on a guy's&lt;br /&gt;chest,&lt;br /&gt;he has the world&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy calls/texts/comments/messages you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;he is in love&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a (good) guy tells you he loves you,&lt;br /&gt;he means it&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says he can't live without you,&lt;br /&gt;he's with you till your done&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When a guy says, "I miss you,"&lt;br /&gt;he misses you more than you could have&lt;br /&gt;ever missed him or anything else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-7000142524774028499?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7000142524774028499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=7000142524774028499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/7000142524774028499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/7000142524774028499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/11/girls-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-3775947572101012667</id><published>2008-11-30T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T13:44:30.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Statement of Love:  The Kiss  &lt;br /&gt;1. Kiss on the hand &lt;br /&gt;I adore you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Kiss on the cheek &lt;br /&gt;I just want to be friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kiss on the neck &lt;br /&gt;I want you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kiss on the lips &lt;br /&gt;I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kiss on the ears &lt;br /&gt;I am just playing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Kiss anywhere else &lt;br /&gt;lets not get carried away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Look in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;kiss me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Playing with your hair &lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. Hand on your waist &lt;br /&gt;I love you to much to let you go &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Article 2: The Three Steps &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Girls: &lt;br /&gt;If any guys gets fresh with you, slap him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys &lt;br /&gt;If any girl slaps you, her intentions are still good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Guys &amp; Girls &lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes when kissing, it is rude to stare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article 3:  The Commandments &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thou shall not squeeze too hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thou shall not ask for a kiss, but take one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Thou shall kiss at every opportunity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few reasons &lt;br /&gt;why guys like girls: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They will always smell good even if its just shampoo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How cute they look when they sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The ease in which they fit into our arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How cute they are when they eat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The way they look good no matter what they wear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How cute they are when they argue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The way her hand always finds yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The way they smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The way she says 'lets not fight anymore' even though you know that an hour later.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The way they kiss you when you say 'I love you' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Actually ... just the way they kiss you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt. (even though we don't admit it)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The way they say 'I miss you' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The way you miss them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore..... Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... it matters not. &lt;br /&gt;Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. &lt;br /&gt;We love them for a million reasons, &lt;br /&gt;No paper would do it justice. &lt;br /&gt;It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. &lt;br /&gt;A feeling.Only felt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-3775947572101012667?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3775947572101012667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=3775947572101012667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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choir... the guys in vs is realli very powerful lor... their singing can outshout all the girls... and well, we were divided in grps, n so, made sum new  frens... hen thr was aaron, he had a back problem, n had a surgery b4.... but he is damn pro lor, he was the conductor!! omg... i dun b'lieve it lor...haha... dhen went hum with artiqah, n we bought the apple juice, dhen she was like spilled the juice all over her bag, cos she din close her bottle properly.... hahaha... ok, i pity her... haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-8709644644779807744?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8709644644779807744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SSYsGTShq8I/AAAAAAAAAMo/jKwNsEE_0Qw/s320/DSC01511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270948900652559298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SSYsGCEy9FI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CwV5YBDyFUg/s1600-h/DSC01510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SSYsGCEy9FI/AAAAAAAAAMg/CwV5YBDyFUg/s320/DSC01510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270948896031568978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had choir practises the last 3days... oso when to coral sec for combine... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SSYrtgahWgI/AAAAAAAAAMY/havnlvlcnQE/s1600-h/DSC01508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5740873190618121510?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5740873190618121510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5740873190618121510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5740873190618121510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5740873190618121510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/11/had-choir-practises-last-3days.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SSYsUfFF8zI/AAAAAAAAANo/tWQJ9mgvFHM/s72-c/DSC01631.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-8404467737600488084</id><published>2008-11-15T10:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:16:11.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had nt posted for long....&lt;br /&gt;on 6/11, went to the family chalet...&lt;br /&gt;on the first day, we had all our relatives thr to celebrate the two grannies' b'dae...&lt;br /&gt;dhen i stayed overnight wth ah ma.... &lt;br /&gt;the secong day, we had those friends from gxy... &lt;br /&gt;we played waterbombs, we went the the sea!!! haha&lt;br /&gt;we were all soaked... haha&lt;br /&gt;we went cycling... we went swimming...&lt;br /&gt;we played card games... n we had bbq of cos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dhen on 10/11, went to genting with auntie winnie n family...&lt;br /&gt;its was fun, mainly cos of the 'bun luck'... haha... i loss sum n i win sum...&lt;br /&gt;din go to kl in the end.... haiz...&lt;br /&gt;bound a present for mum, bound 1 each for jodie n love....&lt;br /&gt;haha... n mum bought me a pair of hairpins...&lt;br /&gt;dhen we went to the arcade oso in the resort hotel, &lt;br /&gt;n i tink we got more dhen 500 tickets...&lt;br /&gt;dhen we went bowling at first world too...&lt;br /&gt;hahha... uncle peter is indeed a pro!...&lt;br /&gt;we did abit  of shopping here n thr....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, i tink tats all i gotta say...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-6878853088528796029</id><published>2008-11-04T15:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T15:28:11.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on sunday, went lor.17 for practise n after wich, we went to bugis for costume shopping:) all the guys bougth the same shirt n same colored tie n they spent $41 per person... wow!! the girls, most of us onli spent $18 on shirt n tie.. sum bought belt too, n tat is $7 more... &lt;br /&gt;on monday, went to hav breakfast wth love at ws mac, dhen we went to pasir ris park:) haha... we walked on the beach, got realli dirty... haha... dhen we went to a cliff n sat thr for 1hr under the hot sun.., but it was fun... haha... well, we did many tings... haha... shhhhhhhh!!!! its a secret:p... hehe... dhen, we went to my sch for awhile, cos i nid hand in sumting, dhen we went ws again, dhen we went hum le... haha... omg!!! it was such a memorable day:D... haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-6878853088528796029?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6878853088528796029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=6878853088528796029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/6878853088528796029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/6878853088528796029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-sunday-went-lor.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-1529637367966191777</id><published>2008-10-28T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:24:01.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd, went to tiong bahru to watch HSM3... supposed to mid choon at 945am... but in the end, sumbody was late... n i waited like 45mins standing in front of the control rm like an idiot=.=... n the ting is, joey waited for 1hr!!! im sori joey... it wasn't my fault, its choonling's :p... haha... choon ask joey for forgiveness, but joey din't wan to... haha... so, choon kip singing songs to make joey happy, but to no avail.... haha... omg!!! ryan was sooo funny... dhen after the movie, the gals went to eat our lunch... dhen we went to wannie's hse for the rehearsal... ee lyn was lost went she came, cos she does'nt knw hw to get thr... she took the bus n she overshot!!!  haiz... so. zh went to fetch her instead... we mamaged to get the chorus done at least + the bridging part(wich me n wanting is going to sing solo)... dhen we went to hav our early dinner n we went to vivo... its such a scary day, cos everyone treatens to pull down my tube.... omg!! haha.. dhen we went to mid guo laoshi when we reach vivo n dhen we went on with our shopping.... we saw many nice nice clothes tat might work for the performance but we hav to chose a theme n mayb even a colour n stick with the plan... dhen we shop n shop till like almost 9pm b4 going bk... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-1529637367966191777?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1529637367966191777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=1529637367966191777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1529637367966191777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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splashed green tea on him... hais... dhn 2dae oso gt the debate/ speech tingi... s.c won the second.. i gt a $10 popular voucher for winning the debate... n whn opened to the floor, inra was damn funi siol... haha... dhn, went to ws to find love... dhen we went popular to get sum stuff... dhn we went bk hum... haha... love gav me a lovely bracelat too... haha... thx love...:D i love yous.. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-3246796068674832957?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3246796068674832957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=3246796068674832957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3246796068674832957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3246796068674832957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-last-3-days-had-study-camp-in-sch.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-6112411012281106196</id><published>2008-10-22T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:05:07.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on sunday, went to choon's hse with the rest for practise... went thr bout 9+ and we started officially at 10am... dhen we had som warm ups and it was damn funny larhs... hahas.. esp. the guys... lawls... dehn we sang our own song once n we started to work on 1 person's song... but we realized tat we onli had 5mins on stage n tat is OBVIOUSLY nt enuff... durin our practise, we realized tat we nid AT LEAST 20 mins++ on stage... we had a chat with chen ls, n we cn onli b given max of 10 mins... oh god... so in the end, we had to make do wth onli like a few short parts of a 3/4 songs n a combined song...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-6112411012281106196?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6112411012281106196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=6112411012281106196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/6112411012281106196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/6112411012281106196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-sunday-went-to-choons-hse-with-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-7525353283333847339</id><published>2008-10-18T10:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T10:36:54.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on thurs, cos of promotion day, thr was no sch... in the afternoon, went to e!hub for bowling again... wth debra, eug, bryan n aunt winnie... dhen aunt winnie's twin sis came wth mel n grace... we played like 6 games... wha... dhen i saw hwa ming n candy playin too... haha... dhhen i saw mille, her staed, grace, jenny n carissa... haha... when jenny was thr, i got a spare... but once she went away, i kip on havin gutter... haha... JENNY!!! - my lucky star:D... haha... dhen i oso saw weisi... too bd dan din go.. haiz... dhen we ended the games at bout 8++... dhen we went to re ben cun to eat... after wich, the adults went to jackpot n the kids went to arcade... by the time i reach hum, almost 12 lerh...&lt;br /&gt;on fri, went to sch, eager to knw results... it turned out tat E3 n E2 both hav 1 person each tat is retaining... but for our class, however, we hav got 15ppl on the list tat might nt b able to b promoted... and thrs gonna b a drastic change for our class nxt yr :s...&lt;br /&gt;well, lets juz hope for the best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-7525353283333847339?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7525353283333847339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=7525353283333847339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/7525353283333847339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/7525353283333847339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/10/on-thurs-cos-of-promotion-day-thr-was.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-1330840877781492913</id><published>2008-10-14T18:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:10:54.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>realli gt nth to blog tis few days... alot of tings happened, but no time, n im lazy, so i din update blog.... 2dae in sch, had 2 assemblies... 1 is on the crime tat youth commit de.. we watch the same video as last yr... the other is our sch de on the performing arts de... 2dae suppose go bk wth zhixin de, but ms dai say gt remedial... but in the end,  is she rmb rongly.. dun hav remedial... zhixin went bk wth bel le, so i went bk wth nico n janice... b4 goin bk, went to west plaza buy bubble tea... i ordered honey red tea, in the end, she gave my honey green tea... so nt nice lor... Cos nico n janice ordered peach green tea, dhen she mixed up green tea n red tea… but haiz.. nvm de larh…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-1330840877781492913?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1330840877781492913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=1330840877781492913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1330840877781492913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1330840877781492913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/10/realli-gt-nth-to-blog-tis-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-2465003527311650111</id><published>2008-10-14T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T17:22:12.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>为你写诗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一种怪事&lt;br /&gt;我开始全身不受控制&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一种本事&lt;br /&gt;我开始连自己都不是&lt;br /&gt;为你我做了太多的傻事&lt;br /&gt;第一件就是为你写诗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为你写诗为你静止&lt;br /&gt;为你做不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;为你我学会弹琴写词&lt;br /&gt;为你失去理智&lt;br /&gt;为你写诗为你静止&lt;br /&gt;为你做不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;为你弹奏所有情歌的句子&lt;br /&gt;我忘了说最美的是你的名字&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一种怪事&lt;br /&gt;你的笑容是唯一宗旨&lt;br /&gt;爱情是一种本事&lt;br /&gt;我在你心里什么位子&lt;br /&gt;为你我做了太多的傻事&lt;br /&gt;第一件就是为你写诗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为你写诗为你静止&lt;br /&gt;为你做不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;为你我学会弹琴写词&lt;br /&gt;为你失去理智&lt;br /&gt;为你写诗为你静止&lt;br /&gt;为你做不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;为你弹奏所有情歌的句子&lt;br /&gt;我忘了说最美的是你的名字&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为你写诗为你静止&lt;br /&gt;为你做不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;为你我学会弹琴写词&lt;br /&gt;为你失去理智&lt;br /&gt;为你写诗为你静止&lt;br /&gt;为你做不可能的事&lt;br /&gt;为你弹奏所有情歌的句子&lt;br /&gt;我忘了说最美的是你的名字&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我什么都能忘记&lt;br /&gt;但唯一不忘是你的名字&lt;br /&gt;我什么都能忘记&lt;br /&gt;但唯一不忘是你的样子&lt;br /&gt;我什么都能忘记&lt;br /&gt;但唯一不忘是你的名字&lt;br /&gt;我什么都能忘记&lt;br /&gt;但唯一不忘是你的样子&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-2465003527311650111?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2465003527311650111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=2465003527311650111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/2465003527311650111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/2465003527311650111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-5965432419595034013</id><published>2008-10-14T12:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:04:38.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nw in f&amp;n room... n the com is damn slow larh... arrgghh!!!! 2dae got bk results for f&amp;n, maths p1, chem, el p2 and cl p1 on friday.. i failed my maths n chem... AARRGHH!!! gt 18/20 n 37/50 for chinese...  got 25 and a half for el...i'm gonna screw up my EOY!!! haizzz... nth to blog nw adays.... oh n hor... in chinese hor... gt the he du nan higher den me leh... he gt 2nd sumore leii... aiyo... dhen at thr kip bragging lor... tis kinda guy hor, so bhb... he wan me blog marh, so i say lor... haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5965432419595034013?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5965432419595034013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5965432419595034013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5965432419595034013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5965432419595034013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/10/nw-in-f-room.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-2792183775813714374</id><published>2008-10-09T10:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:22:47.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahas...&lt;br /&gt;finally the exams r over!!!&lt;br /&gt;well, im glad!!!&lt;br /&gt;erms... nth much happened, &lt;br /&gt;so, thrs nth much to say...&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... well, cya then..&lt;br /&gt;bye... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-2792183775813714374?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2792183775813714374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=2792183775813714374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/2792183775813714374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/2792183775813714374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-hahas.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-4417593062015554526</id><published>2008-10-05T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:47:29.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>busy with exams... haven been blogging since... 7 papers down, 5 more to go... cme was nt wat i expected... the rest seems abit easier, maybe cos im quite prepared for tis EOY... some however seems very difficult... arrgghh... i screwed up my ss... n i tink i screwed my chinese as well.... ewww.... okies erm... well, everyting was quite ggood.. haha... friday, love went to fetch me frm sch... haha... erms... hahas... love say wan to giv me make-a-bear.. hehe... i din trust his taste, dhen he say trust an art student's taste hao ma.. dhen jiu ok lor... haha... played pet society using my 'special weapon' and i won ky... haha... i said b4 tat i will win him one day de, n yes i did it... haha... in 1 hr, i jumped frm level 19 to the max level of level 23 and i even beat him by 3000 raw points... haha... having problems with my com recently... sumting rong de... haiz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-4417593062015554526?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4417593062015554526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=4417593062015554526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4417593062015554526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4417593062015554526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/10/busy-with-exams.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-4724580155732246983</id><published>2008-10-01T20:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:34:58.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Caroline Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic “Type A” personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-4724580155732246983?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4724580155732246983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=4724580155732246983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4724580155732246983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4724580155732246983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-caroline-means-you-are-very-open.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-4184413597277379928</id><published>2008-09-29T16:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:33:21.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. today in sch, tok to jesteriie alot... dhen we at thr kip laughing like mad... haha... she say she jealous of me, then i sms cliff-turn, dhen we kip laughing... haha... omg!! i cnt blieve it lor.... we laugh until our cheek so hot... arrgghh!! hehe... dhen gerard sms n say tat he at pasir ris, at ws... dhen he ask me go mid him, but i mid jia en le, soo too bad lor...haha... dhen me n jia en slack at the bus stop, dhen zachary came n he bought 2 strawberry milk tea... one for me n one for jia en... but jia en din wanna take it, so in the end, zach drank it, althou he juz drank 1... haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-4184413597277379928?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4184413597277379928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=4184413597277379928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4184413597277379928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4184413597277379928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/09/haha_29.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-3238052421721210029</id><published>2008-09-28T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:54:20.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went to gxy ytd... haha.. we were celebrating children's day liao... haha... whn in gxy, im always a children... hehe... b4 lessons start, had a meeting wth the big boys n girls... we were in the 小房间 and sock hwee came n saw us... ahaha, dhen she kip looking inside... too bad lor...haha... dhen whn lesson started, had 太上感应篇, dhen yuling, bao fang, joey n choonling was called up... haha... joey is last minute guo laoshi ask her go up de... she say go up as the saviour.... haha... dhen in the end, she realli save the day.. haha, cos the boys were like standing thr n staring in the ceiling, trying to rmb, but to no avail... haha... dhen, had huang laoshi lesson, n sock hwee was so greedy, she took 2 prizes... i had 2 prizes too, but i gave 1 to yuling, cos she sort of ans the qns... dhen we sang songs to celebrate childrens day and we got a lollipop each n a pack of nuts n crackers...haha... dhen, went goin to bus stop, very funny, saw nigel de father lorry parked thr, dhen saw another car bhind... it turn out tat a driver bang into nigel father car, but in the end, is the driver de car in more serious case... haha... i sms nigel, dhen he say wat.. the driver pa jiao de, cn drive off the road n bang other ppl car.. dhen we at thr kip saying the driver.. dem fanny lor... haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-3238052421721210029?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/3238052421721210029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=3238052421721210029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3238052421721210029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/3238052421721210029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/09/went-to-gxy-ytd.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-5766678734386948065</id><published>2008-09-27T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:23:01.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long long time din update le... heehee... ytd, tok to jesteriie in class bout cliff-turn.... haha... dhen nanad came and she oso agree wth me... hehe... dhen jesteriie tink of a plan, dhen i say okay lor... dhen she suggest tat nxt time we go on double... hahah... soo cool lor... ytd was raining cats n dogs la... sooo cold until i kip shivering.... hehe... dhen erm... lessons boring as usual... at nite, went for tuition and altou is last lesson, our class still kip doin work lor... dhen mr wong class so fun... they gt party, dhen they play games, dhen they eat... walao... tat mr pay hor... haiz... dhen zach came to mid us after tuition... me n lien walk in front, so tat zach n jiaen cn catch up abit on the tings they wan tok... dhen in the bus, zach gave jiaen a letter... soo mushy lor... eww... hahaa..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5766678734386948065?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5766678734386948065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5766678734386948065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5766678734386948065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5766678734386948065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-long-time-din-update-le.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-6706252996165442305</id><published>2008-09-18T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:40:51.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why does life hav to be soo unfair??!!! all i wan u to knw is hw much i realli m in love wth u... im nt afraid of anyting whn im wth you... all im afraid of is tat u will leave me again... to tell u seriously, i cnt leave wthout you... and tat is a fact... but wat cn i do... all i cn realli do is to go on wth my life... but all i wan u to knw nw is tat i do nt regreat knwing u... n i do nt regret loving u... thank you for all those memories, for those time tgt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-6706252996165442305?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6706252996165442305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=6706252996165442305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/6706252996165442305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/6706252996165442305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-does-life-hav-to-be-soo-unfair-all.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-1055719128999300705</id><published>2008-09-17T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:55:16.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;eternity is a step away,&lt;br /&gt;my love continues to grow,&lt;br /&gt;with each passing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This treasure of love,&lt;br /&gt;I cherish within my soul,&lt;br /&gt;how much I love you...&lt;br /&gt;you'll never really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring a joy to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt before,&lt;br /&gt;with each touch of your hand,&lt;br /&gt;I love you more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;whenever we part,&lt;br /&gt;know I hold you dearly,&lt;br /&gt;deep inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these seven words,&lt;br /&gt;I pray you hold true,&lt;br /&gt;"Forever And Always,&lt;br /&gt;I Will Love You."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I Will Love You Forever&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so deeply,&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much,&lt;br /&gt;I love the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;And the way that we touch.&lt;br /&gt;I love your warm smile&lt;br /&gt;And your kind, thoughtful way,&lt;br /&gt;The joy that you bring&lt;br /&gt;To my life every day.&lt;br /&gt;I love you today&lt;br /&gt;As I have from the start,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll love you forever&lt;br /&gt;With all of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-1055719128999300705?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1055719128999300705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=1055719128999300705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1055719128999300705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1055719128999300705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-im-with-you-eternity-is-step-away_17.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-6932690892705490617</id><published>2008-09-17T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:09:02.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>do i realli mean so little to you... everyting juz dun feel the same... for hours i waited, but it din come... i am willing to do anyting to b wth u... i m willing to sacrifice other ting juz for u... but is it realli soo difficult to b wat we used to be??...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-8637559349290579951</id><published>2008-09-17T19:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:04:53.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, eng was interesting, but i was juz too tired to enjoy the lesson... for 3 periods, i tink i onli listen for 1 period.... during el, veri pissed wth afiq and asyraf... AAARRRGGGHHHH... they kip on saying the name of it.. damn irritating... dhen followed by chemistry wich was damn boring lor... cn realli slp... dhen had geog lesson... and had another test again...and haiqal was passing my paper around and i cnt do revision on the test... haiz... dhen maths was very boring too... wrote a letter to mdm maszlitda... dhen was her lesson alr.. today, she tok bout abortion and showed us a video and pic on it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-8637559349290579951?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8637559349290579951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=8637559349290579951' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way u hug me...&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way u show tat u care for me...&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way u tickle me...&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way u play wth my hair...&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way u make me feel safe...&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way u protect me...&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way u trick me...&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way i feel close to u...&lt;br /&gt;and i miss the way u say i love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-4401220004129527907?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4401220004129527907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=4401220004129527907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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haha... dun knw wat gt into him... during pe lesson, we din do pe, bt we did a survey instead... the same one tat we hav done for two yrs... dhen el, we played crossword puzzle and our grp was the 1st to finish.. haha... after sch, went to elias mall wth simin mei and haha.. i saw tze ai and hanlong.. hehe... cos they going to chalet... dhen after wich, went to inter to mid dear, dhen simin went to library... med up wth dear, dhen go to his hse.... haha... luckily, his bro nt at hum, if nt i tink i die liao... hehehe... well, watch dear play com, dhen he send me hum... :) today was nt bd afterall... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-8079645692412042243?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8079645692412042243/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-7475208587169524247</id><published>2008-09-15T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T22:26:13.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha.. sho long din update, dear dear call me lazy fellow.. haha... omg!! i suddenly feell so childish lor... like small kid playing litat... haha... today, timothy was singing tis song tat he composed himself for the girl... after sum time, he seems to hav forgotton the tune to the song... den, i happen to walk past me, so i help him with the tune and guess wat?? hahas... he love the tune i tot of for him... den whn going hum the time, he came up to me n told me he forgot thr tune again... omg... we spent so much time working on it... hahas... bt luckily he recorded the firet part in his fone le... phew... well, exams are near the cornr.. muz work hard.. realli hard..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-7475208587169524247?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7475208587169524247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=7475208587169524247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/7475208587169524247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/7475208587169524247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/09/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-1676422301756967118</id><published>2008-09-08T22:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:16:32.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>soo many days din blog le... well, sooooo many wierd tings hav been happening... hehe... erm, i forgot all the tings tat happen during tis long period.... omg!! im havin STM... well, basically, went to watch money nt enough 2 again wth cousin... erm, for all i rmb, sunday, went tian yao's hse for the practise, dhen after wich, went to airport to song shifu... dhen at the airport, hahahahahaha we sang dui mian de shifu kan guo lai, n in the end, alot of guan zhong oso kan guo lai... hahahahahaahahahha took sum fotos wth shifu b4 she flew off...hahaahhahaha... den today, OMG!!! its damn scary la... dun wan say it, but OMG!!! i will rmb tiis day 4ever... today, max ask me for stead again...n said tat he wanna mid up wth me... hahha... after sch went ws.. dhen gt "bullied" by them... argghh!!!...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-1676422301756967118?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1676422301756967118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=1676422301756967118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ryan uncle and foong ling jie's wedding.. xiao jiu ask me to help her carry her dress when taking photos the time, he say will giv ang bao.. he say in side will hav at least $20.. in the end, in side onli gt $4... hahas... dhen, today, went to choon's hse.. just when i reach, they going out soon.. they goin to watch moovie, siew khim auntie ask me to follow.. in the end, she treat me to the movie and i so happen to hav juz watch it.. so, i went to watch money not enough 2 again.. hahas.. dhen we walk walk awhile at plaza sing.. dhen we went punggol plaza to eat dinner and dhen i went hum le.. cos mum nt at hum, so she ask me to go auntie siew khim's hse.. and it so happen tat choon went to escape wth her friends... haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-6395494746446775723?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-1718684135194980279</id><published>2008-08-27T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:45:04.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today after sch, had floorball tournament and guess wat.. onli 2 classes turn up for the match.. 3e2 and 3e1... so tis 2 favourite classes challenged against each other.. in the end, 3e2 won.. the game was very violent sia... very exiting...&lt;br /&gt;like the same as the last few days, i kept falling down... hahahah*laughs*..&lt;br /&gt;for 3e2, meihua, cheryl, elynn, dorothy, khairunnisa and faryal played against us...&lt;br /&gt;in our team, we had haziqah( YO MAMA ), nadhirah mazlan( YO DADDY ), aisyah( YO SISTAH ), nadhirah yusof( YO BROTHA ), nadia( YO G.MAMA ) and of cos me(YO G.DADDY )..great job girls.. all 3e2 n 3e1 girls... the game was really a good one.. every1 played hard for the game, and every1 had the spirit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-1718684135194980279?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1718684135194980279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=1718684135194980279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1718684135194980279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1718684135194980279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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gals..&lt;br /&gt;gerard told me ytd tat he tinks ky giv up on me nt coz he dun love me, but its cos he still love me... i duno.. mayb its true, but we'll wait and see... haiz.. i really m very stress wth life...&lt;br /&gt;did coursework on sunday till 3.30 am, dhen realize tat the f&amp;n folder is lost, n i m soo fcuk up... everyting juz dun seems to go my way...&lt;br /&gt;living tis few days in misery...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-7838512967113989083?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7838512967113989083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=7838512967113989083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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winnie, debra and eugene at e!hub... we went to hav sumting to eat, dhen we decided to go bowling, but cos 20 lanes are used for a tornament, so we went to walk around first... the kids went to the arcade while our parents went to catch up on their old times... in the arcade, luckily i brought my card along... den they duno wat they wan to play, n we kip walking in circles.. dhen i went to play parapara.. after wich, i join them n we played bishi bashi... den we went to the movies.. we watched 钱不够用2 it was freaking funny, but at the same time, its oso freaking touchin.. we cried n we laughed... dhen after the 2hrs show, we met up wth papa and he joined us... den, we went to different tastes to hav dinner n er jiu, er khim joined us as well... dhen after which, we went to the bowling centre onli to find a long queue.. but we waited.. the kids waited for the queue, dhen, the adults went to jackpot... we waited for like 2hrs+ for the lane... finally we got a lane n eugene n i played... eugene kept going into the drain, but he oso manage to strike twice!! wow!! i onli manage to strike once... we played 5 games each n i won 3 games... i din knw i cn do so well, cos the last time i bowl was like more dhen 5 yrs ago.. n i oso kept goin to the drain at tat time... by the time we finished the games, its alr 11.30.. time flies whn we r having fun..*laughs* i enjoyed myself on tat day... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-1134867774673463374?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1134867774673463374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=1134867774673463374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lose it, and once you lose it, you can never get it back. My heart has been taken by you...broken by you...and now it is in pieces because of you...Love is like falling down. In the end, you're left hurt, scarred and with a memory of it forever. You're the one who broke my heart, you are the reason my world fall apart, you are the one that make me cry, yet I'm still in love with you and i don't know why. A million words would not bring you back, I know because I've tried, neither will a million tears. i know I've to accept, but even with all the hurt I've left, letting go is the most painful yet. Sometimes, the memories are worth the pain. Sometimes you just have to hold your head up high, blink the tears away and say good-bye. We are afraid  to care too much, for the fear that the other person does not care at all. People think that it is holding on that makes you stronger, but sometimes, its letting go. I made a choice to finally let go, because i can't stand the pain. It's time for my last tear to fall and smile again. I cried today.. not because i miss you.. or even wanted you.. but because i realized i'm gonna be all right without you. You always say that you hate to see me hurt, and you hate to see me cry. So all those times that you hurt me, did you close your eyes? No matter what you say or do to me, when you come running back... when you need me again, i will be right here, waiting for you, i'll take you back... No questions asked. I love you more than you deserve.. why am i such a fool? You asked me what was wrong, i smiled and said nothing.. when you turn around and a tear rolled down my cheek and i whispered to myself" everything is". You wonder why I don’t  talk to you anymore and please believe me when I say it’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that everything I want to say I can’t tel you anymore. I think it’s time I let you go…and that is hard to do because part of me will be in love with you for the rest of my life. Sometimes its better to be alone. No one can hurt you that way. I just wonder how many people never get the one they want, but end up with the one they are suppose to have. The hardest thing about growing up is that you have to do what is right for you even if it means breaking someone’s heart. Including your own. Sometimes all you need is a broken heart to realize that something even better is right in front of our eyes, just waiting to be found. Of course, you are going to get your heart broken. And it isn’t just going to happen once, but a lot. That’s just part of growing up, and it makes you stronger. Then you can handle it better next time. You may not get through it yourself, but your friends will help you through it. And you’ll be a stronger person because of it. Then one day someone will come along, and it’ll all pay off and no one will ever break your heart again. No one can promise they’ll never hurt you because at one time or another, it will happen. The real promise is if the time you spend together will be worth the pain in the end. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The worst feeling is knowing you’ve been used and lied to. Frustrated because we can’t make it right. Sad because I need you day and night. Angry because you won’t take my hand. Aggregated because you don’t understand. Disappointed because we cannot  be together, but I’ll still love you forever. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-1250749052868479709?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1250749052868479709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=1250749052868479709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1250749052868479709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1250749052868479709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-never-know-what-you-have-until-you.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-4089704323964648335</id><published>2008-08-20T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T21:13:39.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im juz soo upset over the whole ting and add to matters, so many tings had happened in sch... like i said to mdm maszlidta, i hav gotten over him, i hav given up on him, but i juz cnt let go of him...not huz me.. soo many other ppl.. BFs like tze ai n timothy as well.. juz tis week alone, they too experience the same ting as me.. i mean why?juz why?n to timothy, i really dun tink u shld do tings tat way.. its juz nt worth risking getting hurt n injured... bt the choice is yrs,, as a fren, i juz wan u to knw wat u r doin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-4089704323964648335?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/4089704323964648335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=4089704323964648335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/4089704323964648335'/><link rel='self' 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SKmIpDRqNyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/131gfu70_9U/s320/heartbreak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235866280630302498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-11071550455117318?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/11071550455117318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=11071550455117318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/11071550455117318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/11071550455117318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SKmIpDRqNyI/AAAAAAAAAK4/131gfu70_9U/s72-c/heartbreak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-1770235188487315590</id><published>2008-08-18T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T22:29:20.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ytd, watched the olympics and singapore lost to china in the table tennis.. but at least we got a silver medal..&lt;br /&gt;i really have to give up on ky le..  the ans is so clear nw.. but even if i really hav given up on him, i knw i juz cnt let go...i really do miss him this days n i juz cnt gt him outta my mind..after gerard ask ky n the ans came out, i really felt a pang in my heart.. i knw tat i juz cnt get myself to blive in the facts bt i hav to constantly remind myself tat i really muz wake up n continue on wth my life wth or w/out ky by my side.. i nw tat love is selfish at times and i really nid to stay strong..but i knw tat life is juz like a river.. it has to continue flowing cos for if it stops, it will flood a place.. i really hav to move on.. its nt like i have no suitor.. i juz hav to push myself to go...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry if i hav to say tis, but i love ky to the extend tat i oso start to blame gerard for breaking us up... but i knw tat i cnt do tat, cos i had a choice of weather i wan to break or not... like mdm maszlidta said, i nid to giv myself a time limit to get over ky and kip myself occupied wth other tings to forget bout ky easier... but he juz dun seem to b able to b erased frm my mind...all i cn do nw, is try to bury him at the bottom of my heart, wher he will always hav a plcxe no matter wat, right thr in my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-1770235188487315590?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1770235188487315590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=1770235188487315590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1770235188487315590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/1770235188487315590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/ytd-watched-olympics-and-singapore-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-7425504290126810549</id><published>2008-08-13T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:45:14.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maybe i shld juz take one last cry and move on wth my life.. bt its difficult, even after soo many cries..!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-7425504290126810549?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/7425504290126810549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=7425504290126810549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/7425504290126810549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/7425504290126810549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/maybe-i-shld-juz-take-one-last-cry-and.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-8695478773034189103</id><published>2008-08-13T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:43:36.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;One Last Cry - Brian McKnight&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shattered dreams and broken heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are mending on the shelf&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you holding hands, standing close to someone else&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit all alone wishing all my feeling was gone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my best to you, nothing for me to do&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have one last cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last cry, before I leave it all behind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotta put you outta my mind this time&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop living a lie&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m down to my last cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was here, you were there&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we never could agree&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the sun shines on you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some love to rain on me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I sit all alone, wishing all my feeling was gone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get over you, nothing for me to do&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have one last cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last cry, before I leave it all behind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotta put you outta my mind this time&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop living a lie&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I gotta be strong&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause round me life goes on and on and on&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna dry my eyes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I had my&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last cry&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last cry, before I leave it all behind&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotta put you outta my mind for the very last time&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been living a lie&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m down&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m down&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m down...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my last cry... &lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-8695478773034189103?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' 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title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eD5s9nlzUsg/SKGwm3OTd-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/embuo2sNb-Q/s72-c/preview_264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-1496281972888397811</id><published>2008-08-12T23:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T23:30:35.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leavin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey baby girl, I’ve been watching you all day (all day x3) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, that thing you got behind you is amazing (amazing x3)  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me want to take you out and let it rain (let it rain x3)  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you got a man, but this is what you should say  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you tell him that  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leavin', never to come back again  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found somebody who does it better than he can  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more making you cry, no more them gray skies  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, we flying on that G-5, G-5  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're leavin', never to come back again  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, call your shorty and tell him you found a new man  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that so, so fly  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that keep you high  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you singing all night like, like  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man she gon' be singing like  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I talk it, girl you know that I'ma walk it out (walk it out x3)  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I put my money, money where my mouth is (mouth is x3)  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the baddest little thing that I’ve ever seen (ever seen x3)  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'ma ask you one time, if you got a man  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you tell him that  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leavin', never to come back again  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found somebody who does it better than he can  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more making you cry, no more them gray skies  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, we flying on that G-5, G-5  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're leavin', never to come back again  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, call your shorty and tell him you found a new man  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that so, so fly  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that keep you high  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you singing all night like, like  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man she gon' be singing like  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stress, don’t stress, don’t stress  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell him to the left, left, left  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stress, don’t stress, don’t stress  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we gone and we gone and we gone  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No stress, no stress, no stress  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you deserve nothing but the best  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No stress, no stress, no stress  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, you need to tell him that  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m leavin', never to come back again  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found somebody who does it better than he can  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more making you cry, no more them gray skies  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, we flying on that G-5, G-5  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're leavin', never to come back again  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, call your shorty and tell him you found a new man  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that so, so fly  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that keep you high  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you singing all night like, like  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man she gon' be singing like  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh)  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got me singing all night like like like like  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooh  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man she got me singing  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gon' me singing, oh she gon' me singing  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gon' me singing, girl you gon' me singing   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="206"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rEbY2MZ_Tj8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rEbY2MZ_Tj8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="180" height="148"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metrolyrics.com/jesse-mccartney-lyrics.html" title="Jesse McCartney Lyrics"&gt;Jesse McCartney Lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-1496281972888397811?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/1496281972888397811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=1496281972888397811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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fun la, n everyone wasm very high ytd lor... in the morning, met up wth belinda at ws, den we went to mac to hav breakfast n we saw teericiaq an d jamie and victoria n a few more others... then saw shawn the minute i go into mac, dhen he was askin whn i goin back to work?... dhen i was lik, oh, i oso wish la, bt mayb nt soo soon lor... dhen, we went to buy sum tings, dhen we decided to walk to sch, and cn u blieve it, we actualli lost our way...hahahaha.... its was soo hilarious... when we reach marina bay, dhen we hav to do the scannin again, dhen guess wat, i took photos wth 5 ppl... i took pics wth the 5 host of ndp 08... hahahaha.. dhen, it was our turn to go on stage for the last time in front of thre whole of singapore... and i was asked to replace dessere cos she was nt thr.. and standin bhind my is dora and frens... dhen they ask nadiah to help them look out and they said tat we r seen on tv... ahaha the grp of us at tat area... dhen after the whole performance, the dj on disco music and everyone gt off their seats and we dance to the disco music and we poured water down each other's neck and we had soo much of fun... i was very high and everyone was jumpin around and running around and joseph kip doin shuffle... hahahaha... everytings soo cool...... I MISS NDP 08!!! IT ROXS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-230763641464854324?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/230763641464854324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=230763641464854324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/230763641464854324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/230763641464854324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/ytd-had-ndp-08.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-7964486240425409338</id><published>2008-08-09T08:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T08:23:59.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is national day ppl.... hahahah... muz giv a look out for the fireworks... its AMAZING!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-7964486240425409338?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-5539792163570076005</id><published>2008-08-07T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:19:26.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;I've been dying just to&lt;br /&gt;feel you by my side&lt;br /&gt;To know that you're mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will cry for you&lt;br /&gt;I will cry for you&lt;br /&gt;I will wash away your pain&lt;br /&gt;with all my tears&lt;br /&gt;And drown your fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for you&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for you&lt;br /&gt;I will sell my soul for&lt;br /&gt;something pure and true&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See your face every&lt;br /&gt;place that I walk in&lt;br /&gt;Hear your voice every&lt;br /&gt;time I am talking&lt;br /&gt;You will believe in me&lt;br /&gt;And I will never be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will burn for you&lt;br /&gt;Feel pain for you&lt;br /&gt;I will twist the knife and&lt;br /&gt;bleed my aching heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear it apart&lt;br /&gt;I will lie for you&lt;br /&gt;I can steal for you&lt;br /&gt;I will crawl on hands and&lt;br /&gt;knees until you see&lt;br /&gt;You're just like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violate all my love that I'm missing&lt;br /&gt;Throw away all the pain&lt;br /&gt;that I'm living&lt;br /&gt;You will believe in me&lt;br /&gt;And I can never be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you&lt;br /&gt;I would kill for you&lt;br /&gt;I will steal for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd do time for you&lt;br /&gt;I would wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd make room for you&lt;br /&gt;I'd sail ships for you&lt;br /&gt;To be close to you&lt;br /&gt;To be a part of you&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;I believe in you&lt;br /&gt;I would die for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5539792163570076005?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5539792163570076005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5539792163570076005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5539792163570076005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5539792163570076005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-would-die-for-you-i-would-die-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-329712359827867622</id><published>2008-08-07T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:13:14.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>我会永远相信 最后一片落叶 &lt;br /&gt;无论什么世界 东风藏在眉心&lt;br /&gt;我会永远相信 扎入心的水滴&lt;br /&gt;在另一个世界 晴空布幔拉起&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;总是得到很多 多到麻木自我&lt;br /&gt;竟然差一点就忘记 手掌里要有更多呼吸&lt;br /&gt;曾经失去很多 多到放弃自我&lt;br /&gt;黄昏最后一盏灯亮起 来得及撑开眼睛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;地球偶尔太大去练习 沙滩上海浪留下痕迹&lt;br /&gt;剩下心和自己有时太安静 自己都不敢看自己&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会永远相信 开始掉下的? &lt;br /&gt;你和我的世界 痛褪去更清晰&lt;br /&gt;我会永远相信 不完美的完美&lt;br /&gt;不管什么世界 距离不是距离&lt;br 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title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-2250681459391406849</id><published>2008-08-07T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:07:30.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!!! im soo stressed out la!!! tis few days everyday gt test here n there lor,,, WALAO, cn die wan leh... no time to rest and slp.. ive been feeling very slpy of late and i cnt help bt fall aslp in class lor... today after choir, we collected our funpack and a hang ten national day tee... in the funpack, we hav a raincoat, two packet drinks, a NEWater, a pack of sweets, medicated oil, cap, big hands, a magazine, a stake of vouchers and a few more tings.. &lt;em&gt;well, sumtings is juz beyond my control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-2250681459391406849?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/2250681459391406849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=2250681459391406849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/2250681459391406849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/2250681459391406849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg-im-soo-stressed-out-la-tis-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-6118820701813970273</id><published>2008-08-04T05:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:49:42.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>原来&lt;br /&gt;街灯绊住我眼前&lt;br /&gt;下一步&lt;br /&gt;拉长的影子&lt;br /&gt;嘲弄的回顾&lt;br /&gt;电话亭仍留着你的话&lt;br /&gt;一句话掉一滴泪&lt;br /&gt;今晚的我会是如何入睡原来最疼痛的表情竟是没有情绪&lt;br /&gt;原来最残忍的画面可以甜言蜜语&lt;br /&gt;我不懂得如何更爱你&lt;br /&gt;影子讽刺地跟着我难分难离&lt;br /&gt;原来最孤单的是我还是那么想你&lt;br /&gt;原来最悲哀的是我不能面对自己&lt;br /&gt;你收的干净&lt;br /&gt;我也会不留一点痕迹&lt;br /&gt;原来&lt;br /&gt;说故事也要像是真的&lt;br /&gt;可是别触动那些回忆&lt;br /&gt;今夜你说了最后一句&lt;br /&gt;一句话掉一滴泪&lt;br /&gt;原来最疼痛的表情竟是没有情绪&lt;br /&gt;原来最残忍的画面可以甜言蜜语&lt;br /&gt;我不懂得如何更爱你&lt;br /&gt;影子讽刺地跟着我难分难离&lt;br /&gt;原来最孤单的是我还是那么想你&lt;br /&gt;原来最悲哀的是我不能面对自己&lt;br /&gt;你收的干净&lt;br /&gt;我也会不留一点痕迹&lt;br /&gt;原来&lt;br /&gt;看来今晚的我很难入睡&lt;br /&gt;原来最疼痛的表情竟是没有情绪&lt;br /&gt;原来最残忍的画面可以甜言蜜语&lt;br /&gt;我不懂得如何更爱你&lt;br /&gt;影子讽刺地跟着我难分难离&lt;br /&gt;原来最孤单的是我还是那么想你&lt;br /&gt;原来最悲哀的是我不能面对自己&lt;br /&gt;你收的干净&lt;br /&gt;我也会不留一点痕迹&lt;br /&gt;原来&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-6118820701813970273?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6118820701813970273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=6118820701813970273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/6118820701813970273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/6118820701813970273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-6308618986183558913</id><published>2008-08-03T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:25:23.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG!! am i in dreamland.. y soo many? haiz.. he seems soo true n real.. hahaha.. whao, soo gd meh? aiyo.. headache ar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-6308618986183558913?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/6308618986183558913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=6308618986183558913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/6308618986183558913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/6308618986183558913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg-am-i-in-dreamland.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-5650684461174166585</id><published>2008-08-03T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:10:54.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mistakes are painful when they happen&lt;br /&gt;but years later collection of mistakes is called experience&lt;br /&gt;and it leads to a better life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-5650684461174166585?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/5650684461174166585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1620173859438989743&amp;postID=5650684461174166585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5650684461174166585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1620173859438989743/posts/default/5650684461174166585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/2008/08/mistakes-are-painful-when-they-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>caroline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16717592905661183058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-s3UqnJsoxUQ/Ta3MRWyIrBI/AAAAAAAAAvw/jFmPQTPENSE/s220/29102010110.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1620173859438989743.post-8201692132574703943</id><published>2008-08-03T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:09:36.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'changing the face' can change nothing&lt;br /&gt;but 'facing the change' can change everything&lt;br /&gt;don't complain about others&lt;br /&gt;change yourself if you want peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1620173859438989743-8201692132574703943?l=its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://its-vintagesimplicity.blogspot.com/feeds/8201692132574703943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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