<?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-19797527</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:09:23.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>. b . e . l . l . a . r . i . e .</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-5134952651421520520</id><published>2011-05-05T06:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T06:40:01.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango Cake Recipe 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;This recipe seems easy due to the ingredients and steps involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I should try this out these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mango Cake Recipe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Adapted from: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.mywoklife.com/2009/04/mango-cake-recipe.html"&gt;My Wok Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Yields 8" cake (about 12 small slices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X60ewjhV9Aw/SdoH1TL4LlI/AAAAAAAAB70/FIFClNokkfc/s1600-h/DSCN1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 200 grams of sponge cake premix (Optima Ready Mix from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bake King brand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 3 large eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 50ml mixture of milk + water (about 1/4 small cup)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 10 gram of butter (1 teaspoon sized)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 1 teaspoon of mango flavour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 1 teaspoon of ovalette (called it sponge cake gel or sponge cake stabilizer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 200ml of whipped cream (c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;lick for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://www.mywoklife.com/2009/04/homemade-whipped-cream-recipe.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homemade Whipped Cream Recipe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X60ewjhV9Aw/SdoINAlDFpI/AAAAAAAAB78/Kyh-z-Fp2po/s1600-h/DSCN1469.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong  style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;2 ripe mangoes, diced (Half the amount for filling, half the amount for topping. Dice it chunk for the topping.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Method:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix cake premix flour, butter, milk mixture, and eggs into large  mixing bowl. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(i guess the method left out the mango flavour and also the ovalette)&lt;/span&gt; Use electrical mixer to beat cake mixture well at medium  speed (No. 2), for 8 – 10 minutes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pre-heat oven for 10 minutes, set temperature to 180°C.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grease and line a sheet of grease-proof paper evenly on a 8” square or round baking pan. Pour in cake mixture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place baking pan at centre rack. Bake for 30 – 35 min using 180°C  (top and bottom heat on), or until toothpick inserted in the centre  comes out completely clean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allow cake to cool on wire rack, for about an hour.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Assemble:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-weight: normal;" face="lucida grande"&gt;&lt;li&gt;When cake is completely cooled, slice it into 2 layers, using bread knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For filling: Use half the amount of whipped cream with half the  amount of diced mangoes you have prepared, and combine it well. Spread a  thick layer of filling evenly on the bottom layer of cake. Leave some  space around the edge of the cake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Top another layer of cake. Spread another half amount of whipped  cream just on top or covering the whole cake. Next, place another half  amount of the chunky diced mangoes on top evenly. Chill decorated cake  in the refrigerator till ready to serve.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Tips&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;: Chill the decorated cake in the refrigerator, for even better and more refreshing taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt; *Do not over-fill the centre layer of the cake to avoid spillage from the edge when placing with another layer of cake on top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-5134952651421520520?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/5134952651421520520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=5134952651421520520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/5134952651421520520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/5134952651421520520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2011/05/mango-cake-recipe-2.html' title='Mango Cake Recipe 2'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-8778125084452303951</id><published>2011-05-05T05:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T06:33:48.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango Cake Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;" &gt;Just in case i lost this recipe. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mango Cake Recipe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzdhLlKoIl8/TcHQrpac2KI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/1HK76FI46pk/s1600/02May2011%2BDear%2BBday%2BCake.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzdhLlKoIl8/TcHQrpac2KI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/1HK76FI46pk/s200/02May2011%2BDear%2BBday%2BCake.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602988859695356066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;" &gt;Adapted From: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" href="http://happyhomebaking.blogspot.com/2007/06/peach-layered-sponge-cake.html"&gt;Happy Home Baking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Ingredients: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(make a 18-20cm round cake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;4 eggs, bring to room temperature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;100g caster sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;4g salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;140g cake flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;30g salad oil**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;30g fresh milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;filling &amp;amp; frosting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;1 cup non-dairy whipping cream + 1 teaspoon of mango essence + &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;1 tablespoon of brown sugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;3 Mangoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Method: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sift cake flour, set aside. Grease and line a 20cm round pan with parchment paper (powder the pan with flour it helps to ensure the cake won't get stuck),  set aside. Pre-heat oven to 180degC. Position rack at the lower bottom  of the oven. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With an electric mixer, whisk eggs and sugar &amp;amp;  salt on HIGH speed for about 5 to 7mins, until the batter double in  volume and is ribbon-like (the beater should leave a ribbon-like texture  when the batter is lifted up). Turn to LOW speed and whisk for another 1  to 2 mins. Whisking at low speed helps to stabilize the air bubbles in  the batter. (Total approximate 10-12 minutes, just make sure it really double in volume)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add sifted cake flour into the batter. With a spatula, gently fold in the flour until well blended. (Fold in real quick, you can sift and fold in together, get it done in 1-2 minutes so as not to deflate the batter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With  a spatula, mix about 1/3 of the batter with the salad oil in a separate  bowl. Fold in this mixture into the remaining batter. This method will  help to ensure the oil will be fully blended and at the same time will  not deflate the batter. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Add in fresh milk and fold in gently with spatula. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pour  the batter into the pan and bake for 35 mins or less (don't over bake), or until a skewer  inserted in the centre comes out clean. Unmold and cool completely.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Assemble the cake &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;With an electric mixer, whip the whipping cream till soft peak and add in 1 teaspoon of mango essence  &amp;amp; 1 tablespoon of brown sugar and beat till stiff. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slice the cake horizontally into 3 layers. Place one of the cake layers cut-side down on a cake plate. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spread  the whipped cream over the layer. Arrange Mango slices to  cover the whole layer. Fill with some more whipped cream. Top with the  second cake layer, cut-side up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Repeat step 3 for the second cake layer. Top with the third layer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spread the whipped cream over the top and side of the cake. Decorate as desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(**Note: Salad oil is a term which I have translated from the  Chinese recipe. It refers to vegetable oil. You can use sunflower oil,  canola oil, olive oil, as long as the type of oil you use doesn't give a  strong smell.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-8778125084452303951?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/8778125084452303951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=8778125084452303951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8778125084452303951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8778125084452303951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2011/05/mango-cake-recipe.html' title='Mango Cake Recipe'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TzdhLlKoIl8/TcHQrpac2KI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/1HK76FI46pk/s72-c/02May2011%2BDear%2BBday%2BCake.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-8412025314389048936</id><published>2011-04-30T00:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T00:35:54.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't seem to get excited about anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;"I never get excited about things, I never, ever laugh out loud, and  there is nothing in life that I get enthusiastic about.  Generally, the  most happy I am is when I am left alone to wallow in my lonesomeness,  losing myself on the computer, or in front of the television, perhaps.  I  hate my job, and I don't know why I bother doing it, other than for  money to eat and exist, and because society doesn't like dropouts.  But  staying in my job is like wasting my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what it says here is so true about me. I always fall into this  state all the time, or perhaps I'm always in this stage and just pulling  a fake mask in normal daily lives. I don't like to be depressed. Nobody  likes you and it's annoying to have some depressed freaks around you. I'm not sure what makes me who i am today. I wasn't sure who i really am and what i like and what drives me. I looked back at blog entries perhaps 6 years back, i swore what i wrote on the blog seems like I'm always depressed every now and then, and always blaming people and getting annoyed and frustrated about the tiniest issue. (I even wrote their names in full and call them names) I looked like i needed attention. In fact i don't even remember i wrote all that! It felt like it wasn't me. But to be honest, who am i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-8412025314389048936?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/8412025314389048936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=8412025314389048936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8412025314389048936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8412025314389048936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cant-seem-to-get-excited-about.html' title='i can&apos;t seem to get excited about anything'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-3534993912190654961</id><published>2009-07-06T12:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:23:06.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if</title><content type='html'>what do i need to stop hurting?&lt;br /&gt;closure?&lt;br /&gt;or just happiness..&lt;br /&gt;i can't fathom what I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lene Marlin - What If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What if I don't wanna move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I like it as it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wanna keep it like this, for a while...forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just let me lie close to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't wanna let you go, don't wanna let you go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I said I want you, if I said I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I said I love you, what would you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I said I want you, if I said I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I said I love you, what would you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;What if I don't wanna forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Don't want anyone but you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Believe me, it's true, for a while...forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Just let me stay here with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I don't wanna leave, I don't wanna leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I said I want you, if I said I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I said I love you, what would you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I said I want you, if I said I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I said I love you, what would you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;And I thought I could, let this go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I thought I would, but now I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Now I know... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I said I want you, if I said I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I said I love you, what would you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I said I want you, if I said I need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;If I said I love you, what would you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-3534993912190654961?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/3534993912190654961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=3534993912190654961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3534993912190654961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3534993912190654961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-if.html' title='What if'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-8962657486877420266</id><published>2009-06-07T17:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:14:18.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Osen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://myfirstgossipblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/osen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 460px; height: 230px;" src="http://myfirstgossipblog.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/osen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently finished watching this Japanese drama called "Osen" . The main focus of the drama is on traditional cooking methods of Japanese cuisine, and how they tried to keep their tradition with the fast changing society. To be honest, I did not have any expectations for the drama, but it turns out really good. The female actress is really really sweet and pretty, she's like the girl next door (this picture don't do her justice). I notice I keep repeating "she's so pretty/cute" throughout the drama.  It's also amazing that even though her character is really innocent and nice, she don't appear weak and irritating. A must watch for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-8962657486877420266?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/8962657486877420266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=8962657486877420266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8962657486877420266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8962657486877420266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/06/osen.html' title='Osen'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7135586613643493245</id><published>2009-05-30T21:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:47:40.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentum 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://trcc.rp.sg/images/stories/momentum2009_verticalsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 552px;" src="http://trcc.rp.sg/images/stories/momentum2009_verticalsmall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Momentum 2009 at RP yesterday. And some asshole totally crash my mood for the day. oh well, so I didn't actually pay attention to the dance performances at all. (only paid some attention to 2nd half )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the line up for the performances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Togetherness by Ngee Ann Polytechnic's NRA&lt;br /&gt;2) Gun Gun Hong Chen by Evergreen Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;3) Wicked by Dance Spectrum International&lt;br /&gt;4) Miang Keladi (Coquettish) by RP Malay Cultural Group&lt;br /&gt;5) Pursuit by Deyi Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;6) Nirtha by RP Indian Cultural Group&lt;br /&gt;7) Caderitas Sambrositas by SMU Caderas Latinas&lt;br /&gt;8) Four Short Stories About Boys And Girls by NUS Dance Ensemble&lt;br /&gt;9) Peace, Unity, Love And Having Fun by RP Hip Hop Dance Group&lt;br /&gt;10) Masquerade by Dance Spectrum International&lt;br /&gt;11) Naga Bhumiyin Narthanam by Bowen Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;12) Redemption by St. Andrew's Junior College&lt;br /&gt;13) Parallel Universe by ITE College East (Simei)&lt;br /&gt;14) Tri-Rhythmic Dance by Teck Whye Secondary School&lt;br /&gt;15) Historia De La Danza by RP Social Dance Group&lt;br /&gt;16) Reunification by RP Modern Dance Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the one i remember the most is the Nirtha by RP Indian Cultural Group if I'm not wrong. The whole theatre was practically cheering and clapping for them. The feeling is pretty amazing, cos i was feeling rather pissed and it's hard to be pissed when everyone is happy. The atmosphere is just wrong yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and another group. Parallel Universe by ITE College East? Sorry man, to be honest. They're the only group that makes me think they look like a bunch of background dancers, that's really bad yer? That's why they're called budding dancers. Their dance move and everything don't look like an item to me. But then, background dancers not necessarily means they got no techniques, and many good dancers started off from being a background dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually liked Redemption by St Andrew's Junior College. I liked their last year's performance and this year too. You know good dancers just draws you in and I liked how well they uses their body movements to portray emotions (thanks to their choreographer too). They're also the proud receipent of the Gold Honours awards in Singapore Youth Festival Central Judging 2003 to 2008 respectively. I mean that explains how good they are. 3cheers. As for NUS Ensemble, yeah they're good. Technically good. Because they're so perfectly on point and everything. But then, you feel so uptight watching them. I guess a little flaw won't harm yer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lastly, RP Social Dance Group. Hmmm, I can see improvements and changes here and there. The previous year was bad. The dance move and choreography is sloppish and you feel embarrass just by watching them. But this year is a little better, I think they got more members in. The choreo is slightly better, but I don't understand why they have to do technical poses when they're not good at it. You know those flipping the girl over the head yada yada. Good effort though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my sister is a dancer, I get very critical when I'm watching dance performances. And I tend to pay attention to very detailed stuff. Overall, last year's momentum is better hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*floats off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7135586613643493245?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7135586613643493245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7135586613643493245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7135586613643493245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7135586613643493245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/05/momentum-2009.html' title='Momentum 2009'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-2954783752231592017</id><published>2009-05-26T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:09:38.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Britain's Got Talent</title><content type='html'>I think I'm about to cry just by watching Britain's Got Talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RnCpjSGNOk0"&gt;Sue Son&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;- click to view&lt;br /&gt;what will you choose? loyalty to a friend or your own passion? it's a tough decision. In the past I'll definitely pick loyalty. For now? I'll pick passion. In reality, life still goes on with or without a friend. Seen enough and had enough. And i bet all my friends will pick passion.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Faces of Disco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;object style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Ag_Dg_sm2w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Ag_Dg_sm2w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaa, funny act. Laughs out loud at Simon's comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Sue Son, I'm craving for BOND!&lt;br /&gt;Bond FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*floats off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-2954783752231592017?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/2954783752231592017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=2954783752231592017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2954783752231592017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2954783752231592017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/05/britains-got-talent.html' title='Britain&apos;s Got Talent'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-4122613238156871037</id><published>2009-05-22T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:53:10.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;this right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes out, to everyone, that has lost someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That they truly loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I laced the track, you locked the flow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far from hanging on the block for dough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notorious, they got to know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life ain't always what it seem to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cant express what you mean to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're gone, we still a team &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through your family, I'll fulfill your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future, cant wait to see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you open up the gates for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminisce some time, the night they took my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to black it out, but it plays again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When its real, feelings hard to conceal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant imagine all the pain I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give anything to hear half your breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you still living your life, after death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take, every move I make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, every time I pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the day, when you went away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a life to take, what a bond to break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda hard with you not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know you in heaven smiling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching us while we pray for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day we pray for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til the day we meet again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart is where I'll keep you friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories give me the strength I need to proceed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength I need to believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts big I just cant define&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could turn back the hands of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us in the 6, shop for new clothes and kicks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me taking flicks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Making hits, stages they receive you on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant believe you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give anything to hear half your breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you still living you're life, after death &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Every step I take, every move I make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single day, every time I pray &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the day, when you went away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a life to take, what a bond to break &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be missing you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody tell me why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this life is over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I pray, every step I take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make, every single day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I pray, every step I take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[puff] every day that passes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Every move I make, every single day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[puff] is a day that I get closer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[puff] to seeing you again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Every night I pray, every step I take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[puff] we miss you big... and we wont stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Every move I make, every single day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[puff] cause we cant stop... that's right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night I pray, every step I take &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make, every single day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[puff] we miss you big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-4122613238156871037?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/4122613238156871037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=4122613238156871037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4122613238156871037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4122613238156871037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/05/ill-be-missing-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Missing You'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-4727687723970458815</id><published>2009-05-22T01:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:49:45.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>capricorns?</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling so angry right now that i could literally explode. You know how it feels when you tried so hard to understand, and to make someone feel better when they think they’re annoying, yet they don’t see your effort?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though at times i might not like what you said or don’t agree with your views, i laugh it off and accepted it because we're friends and i assume you do the same for me. But i don't know if you see that there are people like me who actually tried to understand you and there are also people who just yell back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never once told you before, but sometimes I feel so offended by what you said, be it intentional or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first told you that I’m craving for onigiri, you said "where is the best onigiri u have eaten??" I have no idea why, but I was expecting you to say the onigiri that you've eaten in Japan is so delicious and those at the supermarts are crap. yea ha, i've never been to Japan, neither did i experienced osen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got excited about making onigini, I googled and show you the onigiri tool set. You said "no need tools to make onigiri one leh, they use hand to make the shape". To be honest, do you really think i don't know that? i thought a normal response should be "wao such a cute tool set" or something along the lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i mentioned that particular guy look different on the pictures, you said "all u can see is pic and video, how u know he look different in real life". I’m like shocked cause i never said that he look different in real life, all I’m saying is the pictures on google don't look like him on video. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i introduce you a book that i think is good, you ended up pasting a wikipedia webpage of that book for me. Shouldn’t i be the one to give you that link? Since I'm the one trying to tell you how good that book is. Or you probably think that i don't know wikipedia existed and you wanted to show it to me. OR MAYBE you're trying to correct me that it’s not 'receiver' its 'receiver of memory'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i told you about me spending one whole night trying to figure out css and you responsed with "css that part only got a few parameters.. whole night to do.. tried every possibilities??" i dunno, maybe css to you is like abc, but its not to me. so what if its just few parameters, i spend time trying to understand them clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean gosh, what’s that all about? Some people can easily assume that you're picking on them because you give negative responses to every single comment! Ok, maybe I got it all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do you know how surprised I am when you asked me do i play all the notes or just the melody for the piano piece? yea, i do not have proper piano lessons like you do, but what makes you think that i can't play all the notes? I might not know it more than you, but you don't have to make it seems like I’m that pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem like I'm overreacting or whatever. but in just a single conversation i can feel offended like twice, thrice or more. And you always assume things because you didn't even pay attention and listen to what we wanna say. you always wanted to be different, wanting to be someone that is not as described and you ended up being so difficult to be with. You're such a confusing individual that sometimes you're so sensitive, and so aware of what other people think or say about you to the extend that you have become insensitive to others. You tend to see things too realistically that you're caught up in your world thinking you know the best, or i know her too well, i know it better than others, and it makes you judgmental on everything. You make people feel like no matter how hard we try we can never be good enough. You always throw people with your sarcastic views and make yourself seemed like you're higher than everyone else yet you have the lowest self confidence at the same time. You're so uptight and serious that sometimes a joke ends up being a serious topic. You really need to know that people get offended when they don't know you well, and even for me who known you for like 9 years, its still difficult to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care if you read it or not, and I don’t need a reply. I don’t want to know how you felt about me or this situation; I don’t want to go through a whole new process of anger. If you concluded that I'm the one thats at fault, then i apologize for it, I regretted and shouldn't have use you as a topic of my dreams. I don’t want to make myself dislike you and to make you dislike me. It’s a vicious cycle. I don't want to listen to whatever, so just leave it as what it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-4727687723970458815?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/4727687723970458815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=4727687723970458815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4727687723970458815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4727687723970458815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/05/capricorns.html' title='capricorns?'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-5897106955565125832</id><published>2009-05-18T16:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:27:57.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout</title><content type='html'>a new layout for a brand new day! i used to think that my previous layout is so perfect that i wouldn't change it anymore. but who knows, here i am with a brand new layout. i suppose we really can't deny the fact that we're never satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i don't know what i should say. but i hope you will feel better. i feel for your loss, and from what you wrote he must be a great man. still, i can't wait to see you soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*floats off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="zh" lang="zh"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-5897106955565125832?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/5897106955565125832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=5897106955565125832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/5897106955565125832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/5897106955565125832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-layout.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-5050332765779625004</id><published>2009-05-13T15:44:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:17:32.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things i like!</title><content type='html'>ok my dearest honey-san wanted to blog about&lt;br /&gt;"10 things i like" since we're both bored outta our mind.&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually have anything that i really LIKED,&lt;br /&gt;so well, i'll just write whatever that comes into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;10 THINGS sherrie LikED (recent):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1. Marc Jacobs Bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The POSTMAN came slamming my door earlier.&lt;br /&gt;woohoo I finally gotten the bag I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Missed the chance to get it previously.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish i didn't missed the Louis Vuitton Mousepad too! Grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Sgp8OlItiUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/1WF5aE2H47I/s1600-h/bg400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Sgp8OlItiUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/1WF5aE2H47I/s400/bg400.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335213298502437186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Louis Vuitton Monogramouflage Mouse Pad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes i know, really outdated.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm needing a mousepad right now, and i mean BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;And I would die to get such  a cool mouspad.&lt;br /&gt;or a coach one is fine tooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SgqCa4hL3JI/AAAAAAAAAlI/P8ue32efK-E/s1600-h/numero-tokyo-murakami-louis-vuitton-mouse-pad-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SgqCa4hL3JI/AAAAAAAAAlI/P8ue32efK-E/s400/numero-tokyo-murakami-louis-vuitton-mouse-pad-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335220106933558418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SgqDuTGYozI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hV_a4XqgXR8/s1600-h/IMG_0828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SgqDuTGYozI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hV_a4XqgXR8/s200/IMG_0828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335221539998049074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3. Nouvelle Vague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really liked them, their music is great.&lt;br /&gt;I liked the fact that they cover existing songs and add in their own bossa nova style arrangements.&lt;br /&gt;Same lyrics, but a total different feel to it. Charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SgqGIm1FDqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/eIxPjab7dFA/s1600-h/nouvelle-vague3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SgqGIm1FDqI/AAAAAAAAAlY/eIxPjab7dFA/s400/nouvelle-vague3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335224190994026146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs i recommend:&lt;br /&gt;This is Not a Love Song&lt;br /&gt;In a Manner of Speaking&lt;br /&gt;Dance with Me&lt;br /&gt;The Killing Moon&lt;br /&gt;Love will tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and they have a song called "too drunk to fuck" LOL. seriously, look at the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;4. Greece, Santorini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to visit this place! Its so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;The valcanos, the sea, the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sit back with a drink in one hand and enjoy the view. gosh&lt;br /&gt;and i want my living room to have a mediterranean feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SgqhJSp3XKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/goKrdx1AwQY/s1600-h/santorini-flickr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SgqhJSp3XKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/goKrdx1AwQY/s400/santorini-flickr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335253889572101282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5. Jackets, Coats, Cardigans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got crazy love for outerwear. Whatever design.&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough of it. whenever i visit any boutique i'm always attracted to those unique jackets.&lt;br /&gt;especially those with really interesting design/prints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this, i want all of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Sgqt4NHMZ6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/9Ry9bqg0a6M/s1600-h/20090506_2ne1_1_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Sgqt4NHMZ6I/AAAAAAAAAlo/9Ry9bqg0a6M/s320/20090506_2ne1_1_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335267889677887394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SgqvHCflkwI/AAAAAAAAAlw/0iONZeI-M00/s1600-h/20090506_2ne1fire_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SgqvHCflkwI/AAAAAAAAAlw/0iONZeI-M00/s320/20090506_2ne1fire_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335269244037075714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;6. Guess what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if its counted as a thing or not. but i this is what i like.&lt;br /&gt;sorry i don't even know the actual term for this kind of moustache.&lt;br /&gt;but omg, don't you think it makes a guy look really charming?&lt;br /&gt;or was it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Sgqx9GS2ThI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Q50fC0qD8b8/s1600-h/moustache.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Sgqx9GS2ThI/AAAAAAAAAl4/Q50fC0qD8b8/s320/moustache.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335272371793579538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;7. Dramabeans.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramabeans is one of my most visited website.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way the author write her entries.&lt;br /&gt;She(i assume so) write synopsis/or rather detailed summaries for dramas,&lt;br /&gt;and in fact i think her synopsis is even much better than the drama itself.&lt;br /&gt;I always end up reading instead of watching the dramas.&lt;br /&gt;That's because I can't resist myself from not reading what the author wrote.&lt;br /&gt;Good job indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;8. MasaMIXES.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mix songs. and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;and my favourite so far:&lt;br /&gt;ADIOS 2008 - K-pop special mash-up - (19 songs in one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: georgia;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-jV1zov8hnc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;9. Crabs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;i love any dishes with crabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rasamalaysia.com/uploaded_images/chili_crab2_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 166px;" src="http://www.rasamalaysia.com/uploaded_images/chili_crab2_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;10. Watches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to have a huge collection of watches.&lt;br /&gt;any brands, designs, prices.&lt;br /&gt;but well, its too expensive to be a hobby yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*floats off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-5050332765779625004?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/5050332765779625004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=5050332765779625004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/5050332765779625004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/5050332765779625004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-things-i-like.html' title='10 things i like!'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Sgp8OlItiUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/1WF5aE2H47I/s72-c/bg400.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-1019230766904521704</id><published>2009-04-19T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:10:57.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things you will never forget</title><content type='html'>do you have any particular actor/drama/songs that you will never ever forget? or one that will always bring tears to your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Takashi Sorimachi&lt;/span&gt; is the actor I will probably never forget. ever. I seriously have no idea how he look like right now, cos the image of him in my head still remains the same as 10 years ago (I guess he probably look the same too, lol). He used to be my ideal kind of guy because he's tall, dark, good looking yet not a pretty boy and very manly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drama that he is most famous for &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Great Teacher Onizuka&lt;/span&gt; is one drama that I'll never get sick of. No matter how many times I've watched it, I still get teary-eyed and at loss when it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not forgetting his songs too. Especially songs like "Forever" and "Poison" are so special to me, that it will just make my heart ache everytime I hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reminds me of the memories I have when I'm 13. Those carefree days that I missed and can never go back to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takashi Sorimachi FTW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-1019230766904521704?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/1019230766904521704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=1019230766904521704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1019230766904521704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1019230766904521704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-you-will-never-forget.html' title='things you will never forget'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-3426230036396655628</id><published>2009-04-11T22:43:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:37:38.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Watchables (ignore recent)</title><content type='html'>Recently I wasn't interested in romance dramas where they go through hell to get together in the end. I'm sick of seeing crying faces, possessive parents, life altering illnesses and jealous ex girlfriends. So now, I'm moving towards horror, detective, murder/thriller, revenge, comedy stories. I enjoy the suspense and the thrill of seeing people going all out to revenge. LOL. evilness. That's why after all the intriguing horror/detective/revenge drama that is enough to make you sleepless (i mean some are really THAT disturbing), you need a dose of comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mei-Chan no Shitsuji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kENZ2LrvN-8/Sasn9-lrhxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Y4jIDCR1XFU/s400/Mei-chan-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kENZ2LrvN-8/Sasn9-lrhxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Y4jIDCR1XFU/s400/Mei-chan-banner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei-chan no Shitsuji is about a poor girl, Mei, whom after her parents' accidental death, she discovers that she's actually the heiress to a fortune, and is forced to transfer to St. Lucia Girls' Academy, where all the students have butlers! As a result, her childhood friend Kento decides to enroll in a butler school so that he can stay close to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drama is funny, cute, touching, over the top corny and extremely unrealistic. But that's what makes it entertaining. Even though the female protagonist gets annoying at times, the rest of the cast makes up for it. Besides, its only 10 episodes (Jdramas are so straight to the point!). Better than having to watch a drama of 24 episodes and hated it at the end right. But still, I wish it's longer than 10 episodes. (If anyone notice, japanese are better at school dramas, they always have a HUGE cast and everyone is involved in the storyline with lots of bonding going on. and LASTLY! they still keep it short)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2) Special A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/93/2005936866771643535_rs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 330px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/93/2005936866771643535_rs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hikari Hanazono has always been second to Kei Takishima. When they were six years old, their pro-wrestling loving fathers introduced them to each other. Assuming that she was the best in wrestling, young Hikari challenged Kei to a wrestling match only to be thoroughly defeated by him. Ever since that fateful incident, Hikari swore to beat Kei in school grades, sporting events - anything. To do this, she has enrolled in the same school as Kei since elementary. Now she attends Hakusenkan, an ultra elite school, that costs her carpenter father a lot of money. Hikari and Kei are the top two students in the school, with Kei holding firmly to that number one position. While Hikari considers Kei to be a rival and important friend, she is completely unaware that Kei loves her. The story primarily focuses on Hikari and her constant attempts to defeat her one and only rival, Kei, and how she finds love in their rivalry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HILARIOUS anime (though it's not 100% comedy, there's quite a few serious moments too). It's funny when its supposed to. I like it as much as I like Ouran High School Host Club. The plot ain't complicated (typical), and all you need to do is laugh. It's good if you don't want to spend your time watching a long running anime like naruto/bleach/hitman reborn..blah blah. No commitment needed. 24 episodes only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;3) Skip Beat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ebulliencejj.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/skipbeat.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 231px;" src="http://ebulliencejj.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/skipbeat.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the story of Kyoko Mogami, a 16-year-old girl who discovers that her childhood friend and romantic goal, Sho Fuwa, only keeps her around to act as a maid and earn his living expenses, as he works his way to become the top pop idol in Japan. Furious and heart broken, she vows to get revenge by beating him in show business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good anime. At first, I thought its just a lame storyline of a girl wanting to revenge. But, its more than that. It started from where she join the show business for the sake of revenging to end up having a passion/talent for acting. The manga is ongoing for 6 years now, and i don't have a feeling that its ending anytime soon lol. But still, the anime is worth watching. (many would end up reading the manga instead)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;4) Gakuen Alice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SeDZ9kePSBI/AAAAAAAAAkw/WqlT5fXMaAw/s1600-h/gakuen_alice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SeDZ9kePSBI/AAAAAAAAAkw/WqlT5fXMaAw/s400/gakuen_alice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323494411337680914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best friends Mikan and Hotaru grew up in a small town in the remote countryside. When Hotaru moves to a school for geniuses in Tokyo, Mikan misses Hotaru so badly that she decides to travel to Tokyo herself to find Hotaru. She finds Hotaru in a school called "Alice Academy," and finds that the school is actually for people with special powers called "Alices." Narumi-sensei, a teacher at the school, discovers that Mikan also happens to have an alice, and Mikan is permitted into the academy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, its a pretty old anime. But I enjoyed watching it and was really disappointed that it won't have a season 2, because the manga itself is still ongoing. Also, the storyline wasn't as kiddy and cute as it looked, the manga was pretty dark and on the surface, Gakuen Alice is a fun, charming school story about cute kids with special powers, but it's also full of bullies, angst-filled pasts and mysterious adults. A must-watch/read for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-3426230036396655628?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/3426230036396655628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=3426230036396655628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3426230036396655628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3426230036396655628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/04/recent-watchables-ignore-recent.html' title='Recent Watchables (ignore recent)'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kENZ2LrvN-8/Sasn9-lrhxI/AAAAAAAAAtg/Y4jIDCR1XFU/s72-c/Mei-chan-banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-78500287726430818</id><published>2009-03-14T01:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T01:16:24.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SbqSthdzGkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/m08NLcOeduY/s1600-h/CCF03132009_00000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SbqSthdzGkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/m08NLcOeduY/s200/CCF03132009_00000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312720021212043842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SbqS9VZEnfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/6gUFIEyb-gU/s1600-h/hbcard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SbqS9VZEnfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/6gUFIEyb-gU/s200/hbcard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312720292848901618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received my phone bills and my broadband on mobile cost me 60 bucks. wthe..heck! 60?! eep, i hardly even use wap and that few days cost me 60? o.O&lt;br /&gt;bb on mobile banned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*floats off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-78500287726430818?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/78500287726430818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=78500287726430818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/78500287726430818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/78500287726430818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-3.html' title='Birthday &lt;3'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SbqSthdzGkI/AAAAAAAAAkY/m08NLcOeduY/s72-c/CCF03132009_00000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-4551285272116083356</id><published>2009-03-09T06:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T08:15:48.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i'm sexist</title><content type='html'>seriously, I think I'm a really huge fan of Son Ye Jin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started liking her since "The Classic", and I came across the movie when I'm wandering around causeway point (i don't remember who, but apparently my friend is late so I'm walking around like an idiot and somehow a standing poster of it caught my attention).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poster isn't attractive or anything, and back then i don't even know who she was. (y'know, at that time I'm not into Korean entertainment YET).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so, THEN only recently i noticed, I've watched 9 out of 11 movies of hers. WOO! *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such as...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) "Lover's Concerto" with the deceased Lee Eun Joo/Ju and Cha Tae Hyun (the sassy girl male protagonist). Its basically about young friendship and love.. ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) "The Classic" that i mentioned earlier, hmm still one of my favourites. I'm not those kind of people who buy dvd or sorts, but i did for this movie. Oh and I fell in love with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Canon in D&lt;/span&gt; because of this movie, and yer i even started to learn how to play &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Canon in D &lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) "Crazy First Love" again with Cha Tae Hyun, very typical er high school love story. kinda lame ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) "A Moment to Remember" a major tearjerker and definitely on my MUST-WATCH list. I forgot to mention, the male protagonist is smexy ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) "April Snow" with the &lt;strike&gt;famous&lt;/strike&gt; Bae Yong Joon, gaaa I think i almost fall asleep on this one, but for the sake of son ye jin i managed to keep myself awake ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) "Art of Seduction" where she acted as a first class player, hmmm I liked it, its simple, refreshing and entertaining ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) "Yobi, the Five Tailed Fox" *coughs* believe it or not, its a cartoon. i watched it because its voiced by son ye jin, LOLx but it wasn't a bad story ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) "Open City" where she is a...thief? no err a gang leader of pickpockets..yada but it also includes Kim Myung Min which is a good actor ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) "My Wife Got Married", the most recent flick of hers. Not the best, but good enough =D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I'm such a fangirl. No, fan girl sounds weird, I'm not really that obsessed. But still, i can't wait for the next movie of hers "Into the White Night", the story revolves around a man and woman who’d been in love in their youth make an “irreparable mistake which ends in heartbreaking farewell.” The “mistake” is a murder, and they agree not to meet until the statute of limitations is over. -  sounds interesting, something different from her usual roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seemed to really go crazy for female artistes than male artistes, seriously i hardly spend anything on a male artiste, but instead i will buy a magazine if the front cover is Fann. When i look at my Cd rack, i noticed i've only bought 1 male singer's album, the rest belongs to my sister. Maybe it sounds weird, but I adore females that's pretty, talented..blah blah. someone that you can say "i wanna be like her", i mean she don't have to be a president, first lady or something that great. Whereas for a guy, i can't say i wanna be as good looking as him, and besides its not like if i buy all his albums he will have breakfast with me the next morning. LOL fantasy is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*floats off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-4551285272116083356?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/4551285272116083356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=4551285272116083356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4551285272116083356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4551285272116083356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-im-sexist.html' title='i think i&apos;m sexist'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-8421527165932617875</id><published>2009-02-14T18:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:33:15.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone Ocarina is fab</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="385" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EhhtFAT2HqM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EhhtFAT2HqM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing application =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-8421527165932617875?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/8421527165932617875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=8421527165932617875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8421527165932617875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8421527165932617875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/02/iphone-ocarina-is-fab.html' title='iPhone Ocarina is fab'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-9120138508905951588</id><published>2009-02-12T14:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T15:25:02.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SZPOWealZRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/F6pgxRmJuvk/s1600-h/206+ashamed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 61px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SZPOWealZRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/F6pgxRmJuvk/s200/206+ashamed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301808071862215954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I find it kind of funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;   I find it kind of sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;   The dreams in which I'm dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;   Are the best I've ever had "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo credit - Stickgirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-9120138508905951588?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/9120138508905951588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=9120138508905951588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/9120138508905951588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/9120138508905951588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/02/mad-world.html' title='Mad World'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/SZPOWealZRI/AAAAAAAAAkI/F6pgxRmJuvk/s72-c/206+ashamed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7361011547579416403</id><published>2009-01-28T11:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:53:16.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>"Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its such a classic lie. In actual truth, bruises can go away, but the scars the words make can last a life time. have you ever wondered how careless words can actually cost lives? did you know for every careless word you have spoken, you're liable for it? We’re all responsible for our own actions and attitudes. whether we're rich or poor, young or old, educated or not, we're all equal. We have no right to hurt others because we want to protect ourselves. Admitting defeat is never shameful, and saying sorry won't hurt. just because you feel that your pride worth millions, while ours cost a mere penny, we still deserve the same level of treatment and a sincere apology. frankly speaking, i do not have such a big heart to say you deserve forgiveness, that's why you're never forgiven for your evil deeds even though you don't give a damn about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The world, even in its present fallen state, is still a beautiful place, full of beautiful things.  But beauty does not just lie in the sights we see, and in the sounds we hear.  There is a moral beauty, as well as a physical beauty.  And there is nothing more beautiful than a true and sincere heart; a heart that, like God, loves the truth, speaks the truth, and does the truth. - Jonathan Mason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7361011547579416403?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7361011547579416403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7361011547579416403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7361011547579416403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7361011547579416403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/01/sorry-is-not-hardest-word.html' title='words'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-8868525348232297991</id><published>2009-01-28T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T11:21:55.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i puke</title><content type='html'>咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。咀咒你。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-8868525348232297991?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/8868525348232297991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=8868525348232297991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8868525348232297991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8868525348232297991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-puke.html' title='i puke'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7948694036221210227</id><published>2009-01-26T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:33:55.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want you to suffer like I suffered, and to live a life of fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7948694036221210227?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7948694036221210227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7948694036221210227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7948694036221210227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7948694036221210227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/01/you.html' title='you'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-1861660057517285462</id><published>2009-01-18T06:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:31:29.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one</title><content type='html'>Nobody knows about the tears that start pouring down your cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;pouring without reason,&lt;br /&gt;or about the broken glass raging a storm in your heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because your wound turned into a sickness, your doors into walls,&lt;br /&gt;And your image in the mirror has become the enemy, you're hurt, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody turned a blind eye and left you, left you to suffocate,&lt;br /&gt;Making you choose your end (they're so bad aren't they?).&lt;br /&gt;You've lost your purpose to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no road back you'd just wander forever&lt;br /&gt;And your breath would give up before your hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-1861660057517285462?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/1861660057517285462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=1861660057517285462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1861660057517285462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1861660057517285462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2009/01/one.html' title='one'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-5079988274885778759</id><published>2008-01-26T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T17:58:17.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give My Love</title><content type='html'>When I look in your eyes I can see that you&lt;br /&gt;Want to be with me but you're so scared&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to say or do&lt;br /&gt;But the tears keep falling from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I know that times won't change my love&lt;br /&gt;And I can't do nothing to keep you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'll give my love&lt;br /&gt;Oh when I hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Give my love through kisses oh so bright&lt;br /&gt;And you know that I can't change my love&lt;br /&gt;Take my love all through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the hours pass away&lt;br /&gt;You think that love ain't here to stay&lt;br /&gt;Feel a beat from your chest&lt;br /&gt;But you don't give doubt a moment's rest&lt;br /&gt;You dream the future and all you see is dark&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your heart, baby,&lt;br /&gt;The truth will set sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll give my love oh when I hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Give my love through kisses oh so bright&lt;br /&gt;And you know, that I can't change my love&lt;br /&gt;Take my love all through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll give my love oh when I hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Give my love through kisses oh so bright&lt;br /&gt;And you know that time won't change my love&lt;br /&gt;Take my love all through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-5079988274885778759?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/5079988274885778759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=5079988274885778759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/5079988274885778759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/5079988274885778759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2008/01/give-my-love.html' title='Give My Love'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-6591842282104404940</id><published>2008-01-14T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T21:02:24.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>i know its been awhile&lt;br /&gt;and i'm lagging behind.&lt;br /&gt;i'll just do a brief update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;24 Dec 07 - X'mas Celebration (courtesy of Florence)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Venue: Mdm Wong's Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Attendee: Me, Fulvia, Flor, Prissy, Alvin, Weeling, Patrick, Joanne, Wilson, Fai Ming, Lay Leng, Felicia, and Ful's parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/xmastree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/xmastree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/xxmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/xxmas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/foodies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/foodies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/smallgroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/smallgroup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/biggroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/biggroup.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;31 Dec 07 - New Year's Eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend my day at Balastier with my LAO PENG YOU.&lt;br /&gt;We went to watch the National Treasure,&lt;br /&gt;and saw many people spending their new year eve eating McDs.&lt;br /&gt;Simply speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;4th Jan 08 - Girl's Outing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out as usual...for a KTV session.&lt;br /&gt;Right after that, we head over to Central Mall or whatever the name.&lt;br /&gt;and have dinner at Sun with Moon. Hurray~&lt;br /&gt;As always i enjoyed their food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/R4tOEzZDiyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/P83h34Mx3pM/s1600-h/sunwithmoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/R4tOEzZDiyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/P83h34Mx3pM/s320/sunwithmoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155300042877405986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/R4tSWjZDizI/AAAAAAAAAYo/tiM6snAijmU/s1600-h/Sunwithmoon.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/R4tSWjZDizI/AAAAAAAAAYo/tiM6snAijmU/s320/Sunwithmoon.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155304745866595122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/R4tTtjZDi0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/xLhOpbLvMtc/s1600-h/desserts.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/R4tTtjZDi0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/xLhOpbLvMtc/s320/desserts.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155306240515214146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a sumptuous dinner, we walk over to CQ and i asked Fulvie to help me buy the Turkish ice cream. And ful said, we paid to get teased!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/R4tV9zZDi3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/OQHrbf9KGMI/s1600-h/DSC03992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/R4tV9zZDi3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/OQHrbf9KGMI/s320/DSC03992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155308718711343986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow or rather we ended up at the esplanade and continue to slack, chat and rot till 6am! After which, we decided to wait for the first train instead.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little hungry and exhausted, we went over to the nearest HK XinWang Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, theres still many people there.&lt;br /&gt;Look how exhausted we are..or rather me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/R4tVDzZDi1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/pisRz-bAu7w/s1600-h/cafeus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/R4tVDzZDi1I/AAAAAAAAAY4/pisRz-bAu7w/s320/cafeus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155307722278931282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/R4tVODZDi2I/AAAAAAAAAZA/T7_Lxf1DnTQ/s1600-h/xinwang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/R4tVODZDi2I/AAAAAAAAAZA/T7_Lxf1DnTQ/s320/xinwang.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155307898372590434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;7,8,9 Jan 08 - Batam Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over to Batam without any plans, we never pre-book any hotel rooms. Luckily, Flor's dad's worker was around to show us around Batam, or else we're probably dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Anyway, i will update the photos in another entry, i'm tired. zZz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-6591842282104404940?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/6591842282104404940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=6591842282104404940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6591842282104404940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6591842282104404940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2008/01/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/R4tOEzZDiyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/P83h34Mx3pM/s72-c/sunwithmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-2279026298573407923</id><published>2007-12-10T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T01:05:03.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>working days</title><content type='html'>been working for a freaking mth!&lt;br /&gt;Good and bad, but working life really tires me out.&lt;br /&gt;woot. But oh well, i still managed to catch some movies.&lt;br /&gt;Like the Enchanted, Beowulf, Mr. Magorium's Magical Emporium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met up with my dear friends like fulvia, flor and my darling tasha.&lt;br /&gt;went around for dinner, movie and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I finally bought my wallet, my Guerlain foundation, concealer, pressed power and blusher. wee. and some earrings and tops too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway i just got back from Vivo with Andy, and I'm feeling a little sick. =(&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't feel like going to work tomorrow, but too bad i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okies time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;I need a holiday, now.. whos joining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-2279026298573407923?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/2279026298573407923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=2279026298573407923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2279026298573407923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2279026298573407923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/12/working-days.html' title='working days'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-2426358652706056319</id><published>2007-11-29T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:21:33.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of you</title><content type='html'>"Because Of You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not make the same mistakes that you did&lt;br /&gt;I will not let myself&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart so much misery&lt;br /&gt;I will not break the way you did,&lt;br /&gt;You fell so hard&lt;br /&gt;I've learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;To never let it get that far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;And it's not too long before you point it out&lt;br /&gt;I cannot cry&lt;br /&gt;Because I know that's weakness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to fake&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a laugh everyday of my life&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't possibly break&lt;br /&gt;When it wasn't even whole to start with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched you die&lt;br /&gt;I heard you cry every night in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;I was so young&lt;br /&gt;You should have known better than to lean on me&lt;br /&gt;You never thought of anyone else&lt;br /&gt;You just saw your pain&lt;br /&gt;And now I cry in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;For the same damn thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I never stray too far from the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I try my hardest just to forget everything&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to let anyone else in&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I'm ashamed of my life because it's empty&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;br /&gt;Because of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-2426358652706056319?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/2426358652706056319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=2426358652706056319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2426358652706056319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2426358652706056319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/11/because-of-you.html' title='Because of you'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-4261768291918437441</id><published>2007-11-18T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T22:59:40.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekends</title><content type='html'>i thought i should be resting,&lt;br /&gt;but oh well, i went to the zoo with Kelly and Christina on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Then off to Bugis for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;we ordered lots of local food for kelly to try out.&lt;br /&gt;Then we end our day with a movie "Bratz".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went out with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Managed to loot 3 bags, 1 top, 2 belts and 2 pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;and my sore throat has seriously worsen.&lt;br /&gt;from normal sore throat to fever + flu.&lt;br /&gt;arghs, how i wish i don't have to work tomorrow or its a public holiday or something.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i missing sleeping till noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;the medicine is making me drowsy. zzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-4261768291918437441?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/4261768291918437441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=4261768291918437441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4261768291918437441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4261768291918437441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekends.html' title='weekends'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-87587288033485704</id><published>2007-11-15T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:32:05.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!</title><content type='html'>Thank god it's Friday tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;finally its the end of work week soon.&lt;br /&gt;can sleep and rot and use my computer! i miss my com so freaking much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toe was swelling like mad, and it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't even walk properly for work.. gosh my poor toes.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i can go get some new shoes so that i would not have anymore swollen toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i just managed to reach home as i went dinner with my colleagues (Eileen, Elva, Summer, Dorothy, Kelly &amp;amp; GP), the dinner was nice. Its my first time eating chuan cai recommended by Elva, very filling yet inexpensive, the food was fill with lots and lots of chili, everything is covered with a super duper red sauce or dried chili till you couldn't even see the meat at all. And its quite hot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's all,&lt;br /&gt;i'm freaking tired, im going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-87587288033485704?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/87587288033485704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=87587288033485704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/87587288033485704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/87587288033485704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/11/tgif.html' title='TGIF!'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-6882105821613031985</id><published>2007-11-12T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:26:13.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late entry</title><content type='html'>yo, i know my blog is lacking some entries.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, let me just do a small summary of whats happening.&lt;br /&gt;i just cleared my crazy examinations and still full of doubts about my results and stuff, lost my contact lens, went for an interview at cylon with weeling and managed to breeze through the roleplay,  went to jo's 4 day birthday chalet, saw Kenneth with his gf and spend $250 today for my new contact lens and lastly I'm going to start working part time tomorrow onwards. woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully everything goes well tomorrow, and hope i can get used to the job and stuff though its for a short period~. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are some pictures that i have forgotten to update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last day of exam went Holland Village for Italian Pizza&lt;br /&gt;the pictures are actually taken through the reflection of the mirror. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rzh3Ka8EFMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-OjRr_5vgrE/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rzh3Ka8EFMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-OjRr_5vgrE/s200/1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131982796302324930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rzh3A68EFLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/fEGlMYyXmhk/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rzh3A68EFLI/AAAAAAAAAYI/fEGlMYyXmhk/s200/2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131982633093567666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rzh3Wq8EFNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/b2eCj-bHaXc/s1600-h/pizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rzh3Wq8EFNI/AAAAAAAAAYY/b2eCj-bHaXc/s200/pizza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131983006755722450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for bed, lucky lucky. cheers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-6882105821613031985?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rzh3Ka8EFMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-OjRr_5vgrE/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-6067682532703795342</id><published>2007-10-24T06:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T06:23:58.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mental block</title><content type='html'>i can only wish miracle happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-6067682532703795342?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/6067682532703795342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=6067682532703795342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6067682532703795342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6067682532703795342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/10/mental-block.html' title='mental block'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-3283942459616028653</id><published>2007-10-21T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:29:37.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>i wasn't confident at all about my exams this semester, i wasn't as hardworking as before and i couldn't study as efficiently either. The information doesn't get into my head and i'll forget it once i sleep. Global Marketing was the worse module ever and i'm only hoping to pass and i'll be super glad. The hefty notes of 18 chapters is killing me badly, i mean if i understand it then okay its fine, but the problem is the textbook is ridiculously difficult to understand. Worse still, i don't feel worried, scared or anything and here i am wasting my time to blog. Goodness sake, whats happening to me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-3283942459616028653?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/3283942459616028653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=3283942459616028653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3283942459616028653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3283942459616028653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/10/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-674483577331404984</id><published>2007-10-13T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T23:25:49.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Italy! woot!</title><content type='html'>what a wonderful day~ Let the pictures do the talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/zaracollagesmaller.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/Modestofoodallsmaller-1.png" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flor, i found the actual pictures of the pizzas!&lt;br /&gt;The pizza just lack my black olives, but good enough! Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/flowerslootssmaller.png" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save up people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RxDiS4AGdKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NQkBHc6j4ZM/s1600-h/toscano_wallet_TW175106_W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RxDiS4AGdKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NQkBHc6j4ZM/s200/toscano_wallet_TW175106_W.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120841590218585250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its on the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-674483577331404984?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/674483577331404984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=674483577331404984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/674483577331404984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/674483577331404984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/10/italy-woot.html' title='Italy! woot!'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RxDiS4AGdKI/AAAAAAAAAYA/NQkBHc6j4ZM/s72-c/toscano_wallet_TW175106_W.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-6388350602370228442</id><published>2007-10-08T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T23:17:59.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i know i need to be in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The hardest thing I've ever done is keep believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;There's someone in this crazy world for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The way that people come and go through temporary lives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;My chance could come and I might never know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I used to say, "No promises, let's keep it simple",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But freedom only helps you say goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It took awhile for me to learn that nothing comes for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The price I've paid is high enough for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I know I need to be in love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I know I've wasted too much time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I know I ask perfection of a quite imperfect world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;And fool enough to think that's what I'll find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So here I am with pockets full of good intentions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;But none of them will comfort me tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm wide awake at 4 AM without a friend in sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hanging on a hoop, but I'm alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-6388350602370228442?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/6388350602370228442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=6388350602370228442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6388350602370228442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6388350602370228442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-know-i-need-to-be-in-love.html' title='i know i need to be in love'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-1249596501097694227</id><published>2007-10-08T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:32:33.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a sunday</title><content type='html'>i was trying hard to study so i can go out and have fun on Sunday, but it turn all out all my friends  pangseh me. =S if not, all have plans without me along. sheesh. SHEESH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, i woke up pretty early to prepare myself to meet my friend, but end up its canceled. So i stayed home, do nothing, watch some variety shows and went out to buy ice cream for my mum. Luckily i didn't bored myself the entire day, i went out at night to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Balls of Fury&lt;/span&gt;, Maggi Q is real pretty, and the movie was extremely lame. Every minute and second you'll go, "lame, lame lame! lame!!!!!". Then i also had dinner at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;NewYorkNewYork&lt;/span&gt;, the Penne Aligo Oligo Mushroom something something is super not nice lah. Should have eat something else, super waste of money and it taste worse than pasta mania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, its a really tiring and stressed up day, i almost end up crying on the phone due to exam stress. I need a breather. Btw, my sister's birthday is coming and she demands me a treat for her to go drinking. WTH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ps: i'm craving for the Italian food, with the artichokes and olives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-1249596501097694227?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/1249596501097694227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=1249596501097694227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1249596501097694227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1249596501097694227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-sunday.html' title='what a sunday'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-8602144928875435790</id><published>2007-10-01T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T08:42:42.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last day to enjoy</title><content type='html'>finally its the end of the week, and i actually wasted my Saturday! But oh well, my sore feet don't allow me to go out anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to my sister's place on Sunday for her cell group meeting cum mooncake making competition. Before the actual mooncake making thingy, my brother-in-law showed us a short video of the life story of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nick Vujicic, a man without limbs&lt;/span&gt;. Just go youtube and google abit, and you can find videos on him. A very inspiring man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the video, we have a ice-breaking game, then we split into groups and started making mooncake. There are a total of 5 groups, 3 each = 15 people, so the kitchen was ridiculously crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only the girls team added additional ingredients like oreo, biscuits, yada yada. The guys uses the usual NIAN RONG+Lotus seeds. But my group (w/ my 2 sisters) was the most exaggerated one, we used chocolate, banana, peanuts and mango. LOL. But at the end, though our mooncake doesn't look really good on the appearance, it tasted pretty fine. In fact, everyone finished our mooncakes. HAHA. And guess what? we won! The reward is a Japanese restaurant cash voucher, and my sister say we'll gonna celebrate dad's birthday there. Now i know the pain of making mooncake, PURE TORTURE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the mooncake thing, my sister fetched us back and I had steamboat with my family. The steamboat was lovely! and i'm super satisfied and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never take any photos, all photos with my brother-in-law. woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RwBBOIAGdJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Tv1ZQLt-kEs/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RwBBOIAGdJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Tv1ZQLt-kEs/s200/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116160887614764178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the only picture i took in my sister's place, her tv. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to disturb my friend and study. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-8602144928875435790?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/8602144928875435790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=8602144928875435790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8602144928875435790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8602144928875435790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-day-to-enjoy.html' title='last day to enjoy'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RwBBOIAGdJI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Tv1ZQLt-kEs/s72-c/Image030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-3744643667979412094</id><published>2007-09-29T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T18:42:33.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my crazy week</title><content type='html'>i've been so occupied this week, been out everyday, "swimming", steamboat, ktv, suppering, flying, bowling,  movie, buffet-ing. yada yada. so fast, its already Saturday and I'm thinking what should i do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; its funny how my conversation with jc goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: Got fly tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;JC: Dunno eh. You flying ar? What time flight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Me: Maybe 11 plus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, i love the word fly.&lt;br /&gt;ps: some people won't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-3744643667979412094?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/3744643667979412094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=3744643667979412094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3744643667979412094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3744643667979412094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-crazy-week.html' title='my crazy week'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-1607255600228027754</id><published>2007-09-23T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:27:27.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomly random</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;List out your top 5 birthday presents you wish for:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Brand new Sofa&lt;br /&gt;2. BMW Z4&lt;br /&gt;3. New Desktop&lt;br /&gt;4. New Laptop&lt;br /&gt;5. New Digital Camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. The person who tag you is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually she didn't, i just ripped if off her blog! HAHAHaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Your relationship with her is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my younger sister~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of her:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passionate, indecisive, fun, outgoing, weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. The most memorable thing she had done for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugged me when i cried really badly during some horrible period of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. The most memorable words she had said to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. if she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably kill her then sit on her. HAHHAAH evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. if he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tendency of touching my belongings, hands off! *wack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. if he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn dancing and outwin her. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. if he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erms... no idea, probably killed my dog or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. the most desire thing you want to do for him/her now is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;WHAT? none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH...she is my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. How do you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depends, people who don't know me well enough will think im tempermental, which i actually am. LOL! but not really, i just yearn to be quiet sometimes. some see me as silly, yet some thinks im smarter than what i seem. blah blah blah. who knows. hui say i'm too unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. the character you love of yourself is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er i dunno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. on the contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. the most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone with lives better than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. for people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you and thank you. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for people whom i've hurt:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if i ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for people whom i love and treasure:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cry on my shoulders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. pass this quiz to 10 person that you wish to know how they feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Joanne&lt;br /&gt;2. Fulvia&lt;br /&gt;3. Florence&lt;br /&gt;4. Wenhao&lt;br /&gt;5. kenneth&lt;br /&gt;6. weeling&lt;br /&gt;7. natasha&lt;br /&gt;8. JC&lt;br /&gt;9. zhihao&lt;br /&gt;10. kenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only include ppl with blogs duhs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who is no.6 having relationship with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm patrick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is no.9 a male or female?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh? Unimaginable, anyway no.7 is engaged duh. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How bout no.8 and 5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, they don't know each other. Secondly, it would be so gay. -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is no.2 studying about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major in Business Marketing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you had a chat with no.3?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of music band does no.8 like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eh, no idea.. but i know he doesn't like BLACK MUSIC LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does no.1 has any siblings ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 brother and 1 sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you woo no.3 ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it would be kinda weird. -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How about no.7 ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is already my girlfriend duhs. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is no.4 single ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the surname of no.5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats a TOUGH ONE, wong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the nickname of no.10?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nickname? eh i dunno, absolutely no idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the hobby of no.4?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anime lor, those love love sweet sweet and ridiculously sad ones. =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do no.5 and 9 get along well?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they don't know each other nahs =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is no.2 studying at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talk something casually about no.1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo de hao peng you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you try developing feelings for no.8?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg! HAHAHAHHHAHAH no~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does no.9 live at?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used to be tampines, now HONGKONG somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What color does no.4 like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit, erm wenhao what colour you like? erm.... blue? or white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are no.5 and 1 best friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your information, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does no.7 likes no.2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don’t know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you get to know no.2?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my secondary school matesssss~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does no.1 have any pets?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah thats a good one, she have cats, dogs, parrots, maybe some rats on her rooftop, blah blah blah. her family own a pet/animal farm duhs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes! definitely!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-1607255600228027754?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/1607255600228027754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=1607255600228027754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1607255600228027754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1607255600228027754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/09/randomly-random.html' title='randomly random'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-3855866971607892099</id><published>2007-09-21T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T01:05:09.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick sick sick</title><content type='html'>i know i should be resting since i don't feel really well, but i got to wait one hour before i can take my medicine so i decided to blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start from what i did yesterday, i went to school to see Sherman, i really don't like him in some ways, he just have to be naggy and in fact i feel the 15 mins is a waste of time. Plus, he scolded us because we didn't see his "so called" very obvious sign outside the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RvKjreJ1y6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/2KFVkRfeS5I/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RvKjreJ1y6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/2KFVkRfeS5I/s200/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112328494242974626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arghs. Oh well, but i managed to give him a very sarcastic "thank you" and he replied me with a "welcome" very reluctantly. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, i went to collect my GV card, its kinda cute in a popcorn shape. Then we decided to maybe catch Hairspray. Since we have few hours to spare, we went to the arcade and waste our time away. we play many stupid games and laugh like crazy. We spend the most on this machine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RvKkLOJ1y7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/kdofVbFQTGQ/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RvKkLOJ1y7I/AAAAAAAAAXc/kdofVbFQTGQ/s200/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112329039703821234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RvKkSOJ1y8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/XoBzNgVRY9Y/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RvKkSOJ1y8I/AAAAAAAAAXk/XoBzNgVRY9Y/s200/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112329159962905538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RvKkZuJ1y9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/q-X86O63LWc/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RvKkZuJ1y9I/AAAAAAAAAXs/q-X86O63LWc/s200/Image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112329288811924434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose its beginner's luck, we only spend 1 dollar at the first try and we managed to catch that green frog! After that, everyone was like crowding around and trying to catch it. LOL. Yeah, we indeed screamed like mad =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray was pretty okay, but was really tired, and end up almost falling asleep. I suppose its one of the movie with the longest medley ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok back to today. Its the worse worse day ever. I'm sick in the first place, but i just have to wake up at 8am+ and vomited. Sheesh. It sucks. I thought i'll be fine and after a sleep i'll feel better... But well it didn't. My mum asked me to wake up to see the doc, &amp;amp; while i'm changing i vomited again. =S its pure torture! luckily the clinic is not crowded or else i'll probably faint there and die. I just have to get this kuku illness when i'm supposed to be enjoying my remaining 2 weeks, arghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost time for medicine. cyas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-3855866971607892099?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/3855866971607892099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=3855866971607892099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3855866971607892099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3855866971607892099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/09/sick-sick-sick.html' title='sick sick sick'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RvKjreJ1y6I/AAAAAAAAAXU/2KFVkRfeS5I/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-51198246409436752</id><published>2007-09-19T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T04:48:00.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>I'm sick sick and very sick. Practically living on medicines to make myself feel better and sleep better. Anyway, things has been going as what I've expected. not like i feel its wrong or anything, but i already knew it before the truth came right infront of my face. I fully understand why things are like that and its not anyone's fault, but it just ain't nice to some extend. I told &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; just now that "never make someone a priority that makes you an option". Its very true indeed. Maybe i wasn't even in the priority list thats why I'm easily replaced by other people. Or perhaps I'm just there to fill up the missing blanks on the list, so as to make the list look nicer. Once awhile, i do that too and i fully understand the feeling sucks, but i came to a conclusion that life is suppose to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; that if I'm gonna continue to dread my life because of all these stuff, I'll probably have a very miserable life at the end of the day. I want to learn to be happy and contented just by thinking, "wao i have my favourite crabs today", "i made it to school in time". I want to be happy for the simplest things in life and learn that i do not need amazingly huge gifts and stuff from people to make myself a happier person. Whether i want to be a happier person or not depends on myself, and if i have a choice now, why not i just choose to be happy? Sound quite pathetic right? LOL. But well, i only have 1 meal today, and i'm really glad! HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;To Tasha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;hey girl, i'm sorry if i sounded like i didn't bother about the you know what. i just hope you won't get affected by the messages that you've seen. I just wanna let you know that it won't be an issue if you take it as calmly as possible. whatever happens, i'm just a short distance away. and i know luck is always on your side la, so no worries =D and seriously when are you gonna meet me and get your present? i spot some mold on it today, and its half rotten. lol! you better meet me soon or it will probably end up in the dustbin someday. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;To Joanne:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Hey, really sorry to always make you bring books and notes to school for me where i always ended up not going. It must have wasted your effort and stuff. I know i might seem a little distance lately, but I'm seriously very glad with your relationship and hoping it will be better. Maybe its just me or perhaps i missed those little attention i used to have from my friends. OR i just wanted people to pay more attention to my opinions and existance. But oh well, i still treasure our friendship, so you don't have to worry about anything unless you don't lor =P. But hor, when you go HK better remember to get me some good stuff bah. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for my medicine and a good night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;i still have to go school tomorrow! OMG! SHERMAN AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;broken, pale wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;you're just a little tired from the overly blue sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;you don't have to keep smiling for someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;it's okay to smile for your own sake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-51198246409436752?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/51198246409436752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=51198246409436752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/51198246409436752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/51198246409436752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/09/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7824498192023322553</id><published>2007-09-13T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:15:22.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>town~</title><content type='html'>went town with the ladies for a new hairdo, i mean them not me. Well its a meaningful day, i bet its the best for flor. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left early and went to watch "No Reservations", i liked the subtle sweetness of the movie. The small gestures that touches your heart. Aww. Good enough to watch, maybe not worth the weekend price thats all. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting sick of my daily routine, I'm going to jog later, need some fresh air, need exercises, need everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7824498192023322553?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7824498192023322553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7824498192023322553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7824498192023322553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7824498192023322553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/09/town.html' title='town~'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-36943636674854014</id><published>2007-09-12T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T03:49:32.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my horoscope</title><content type='html'>my horoscope says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;If problems arise in a partnership, you shouldn't hesitate to try to go it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Relationships can be like a dance -- and unfortunately, sometimes you can get your foot stepped on. Right now, one of your relationships -- it could be a friendship, romantic partnership or even a business connections -- is in the middle of quite a tango. And if any problems arise in this partnership, you shouldn't hesitate to try to go it alone. There is little chance for a healthy compromise, and it might be time for you two to take a break from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what say you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-36943636674854014?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/36943636674854014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=36943636674854014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/36943636674854014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/36943636674854014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-horoscope.html' title='my horoscope'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-2649049474828282220</id><published>2007-09-12T03:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T03:21:05.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new interest</title><content type='html'>i managed to clear my parts for the projects, so i can get outta the house and get some fresh air and indeed i did. I enjoy all my friends company and love them to bits =) Woo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, for the first time i try to pick up Golf, though my posture and stuff still pretty sucks, i hope i will managed to get the hang of it and yeah! I would love to learn to play golf well. Its seems like a good interest for the future~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya, whatever that i blog here is of no concern to anyone. It does not intentionally mean you or whosoever. I didn't even understand why people would think its them when i just wrote them out randomly. So don't worry too much about it bro, its not you and please freaking tell me how did you derived at that conclusion that I'm talking about you? Woosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many times i'm thinking if i made the right decision. oh well, i suppose its too late to regret anyway. ya, you people must be thinking i'm talking about this or who or some kuku person right? ya the truth is, i wonder if i made a right decision to cut my hair. DUH!. HAHAHAHHA lol. lame, just a joke la..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: yeah! tmr!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-2649049474828282220?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/2649049474828282220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=2649049474828282220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2649049474828282220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2649049474828282220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-interest.html' title='new interest'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7634455893199336393</id><published>2007-09-11T02:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T02:38:00.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ratatouille</title><content type='html'>Finally after so long, i managed to watch Ratatouille. Its storyline was actually deeper than expected. And Remy is a cute rat. But it makes me think of the rats at Yishun Dam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm feeling really down on luck. I broke my slippers just before the movie started. sheesh, somemore i liked that slippers. =S anyways, after the movie i walked home from bishan with a broken slipper. so my feet is pretty sore now but it was a good walk. i always like walking home, its the only time i'm away from the rush and problems. &amp; the only time i can be calm and think. managed to talk about stuff, and it seems things are always meant to be complicated and i wonder if anyone can ever have the best of both worlds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i saw one jacket and the esprit bag which i liked, maybe gonna get it when my wallet gets fatter. &amp;amp; I'm seriously going around looking for a pinky ring ever since i lost the previous one. ITS LIKE DAMN HARD LA. Its either too big or too ugly. sheesh. Oh and to add on, the mooncake thingy at J8 right, one of the male staff is quite cute. HAHAHAHAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know my entry is super random, but i kinda like it. Oh anyway i was so touched by the extreme makeover home edition, such wonderful families. and kylexy seems like a nice show to watch too. oh well, i haven touch my sales project, and im feeling so tired now. gonna go sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;i've been thinking how long should a person wait, and how long do you intend to make somebody wait. why do you expect people to wait. and whats with the waiting thing anyway? look here, time waits for no man DUH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i can't wait for weds to go out!~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards,&lt;br /&gt;sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7634455893199336393?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7634455893199336393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7634455893199336393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7634455893199336393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7634455893199336393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/09/ratatouille.html' title='Ratatouille'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-2025036669634073515</id><published>2007-09-08T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:07:11.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meaningless entry for me only</title><content type='html'>i so freaking love my life.&lt;br /&gt;i live my life being the offender.&lt;br /&gt;and doing crimes everyday.&lt;br /&gt;i love it so much that i wish I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday i learn something.&lt;br /&gt;never ever get complacent, cos the truth runs deeper than you think.&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes its better not to know anything.&lt;br /&gt;if you do not want your world to come crashin' then be appreciative.&lt;br /&gt;it just apply everywhere! haaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;br /&gt;sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-2025036669634073515?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/2025036669634073515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=2025036669634073515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2025036669634073515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2025036669634073515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/09/meaningless-entry-for-me-only.html' title='meaningless entry for me only'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-962259158956932582</id><published>2007-09-03T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T17:10:47.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are you are~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Maybe you think you're not right for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;that you'll never be everything i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;well i'll tell you straight from my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;you are you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;if you don't think that you've got the pedigree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;that you're not someone who can talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;well i'll tell you straight from my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;you are you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You are you are my reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You are the air i'm breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ask who's in my heart, you are you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;If ever i wanted to run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'd go only if you would come with me (far way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;'cause no one can talk to my heart like you are, you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Oh if i do for you what you do for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;If i'm on your mind everytime you sleep (in your dreams)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Say the words and no matter how far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'll be where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You are you are my reason (my reason)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You are the air i'm breathing (that i'm breathing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ask who's in my heart, you are you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ooh i wish you'd ask me how i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'd say that I'm infatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ooh and when you're near to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;this urgency is automatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;ooh you're my addiction boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;and i don't want to break the habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I'd say that you're in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You're in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You are you are my reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You are the air i'm breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Ask who's in my heart, you are you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Those are the things that are right with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dreaming of being, everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We'll I'll tell you straight from my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You are, you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You got the part of breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dream of someone that could talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We'll I'll tell you straight from my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You are, you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Those are the things that are right with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Dreaming of being, everything I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;We'll I'll tell you straight from my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;You are, you are (fading...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I'm feeling sick, and i got no mood to study for finance.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried, but just couldn't study.&lt;br /&gt;Bah, that's when you start thinking of all the "if"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could just born to know finance like abc...&lt;br /&gt;if i could just wake up feeling so loved..&lt;br /&gt;if i could be a millionaire..&lt;br /&gt;if......ya right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just couldn't imagine continuing to study any longer..&lt;br /&gt;I'm overload, about to go burst soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;by the way, you are, you are~  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: did i mention i so love atomic kitten? and i still do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-962259158956932582?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/962259158956932582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=962259158956932582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/962259158956932582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/962259158956932582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-are-you-are.html' title='you are you are~'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-4605171183631949370</id><published>2007-08-31T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T10:23:07.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm walking on sunshine ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I used to think maybe you loved me, now baby I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;And I just can’t wait ‘til the day when you knock on my door&lt;br /&gt;Now everytime I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I just can't wait ‘till you write me you're coming around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m walking on sunshine whoa&lt;br /&gt;I’m walking on sunshine whoa&lt;br /&gt;I’m walking on sunshine whoa&lt;br /&gt;And don’t it feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, alright now&lt;br /&gt;And don’t it feel good&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think maybe you loved me, now I know that it’s true&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t want to spend my whole life, just waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t want u back for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;Not back for a day, no no no&lt;br /&gt;I said baby I just want you back and I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m walking on sunshine whoa&lt;br /&gt;I’m walking on sunshine whoa&lt;br /&gt;I’m walking on sunshine whoa&lt;br /&gt;And don’t it feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, alright now&lt;br /&gt;And don’t it feel good&lt;br /&gt;Hey yeah&lt;br /&gt;And don’t it feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking on sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Walking on sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel alive, I feel the love, I feel the love that’s really real&lt;br /&gt;I feel alive, I feel the love, I feel the love that’s really real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m on sunshine baby o!&lt;br /&gt;I’m on sunshine baby o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m walking on sunshine whoa&lt;br /&gt;I’m walking on sunshine whoa&lt;br /&gt;I’m walking on sunshine whoa&lt;br /&gt;And don’t it feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll say it again now&lt;br /&gt;And don’t it feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..now who's in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-4605171183631949370?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/4605171183631949370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=4605171183631949370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4605171183631949370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4605171183631949370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-walking-on-sunshine.html' title='i&apos;m walking on sunshine ~'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-4422785275970560255</id><published>2007-08-26T07:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T10:35:53.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matters of the heart</title><content type='html'>I'm not too sure why friends around me are feeling rather down these days. Even though i'm not dealing too well with mine, I'm still pretty concerned. I didn't ask, i suppose if they need a listening ear they would ask. Sometimes the more somebody wishes to forget or get over some issues, its better not to speak of. The more you speak, the harder it is to get over the situation. I mean that's for my case. When i start talking about it, I'll end up in tears or some other possible scenarios that are even worse than crying and probably need another day to get over it. sheesh Ok, maybe except anger. If i don't express my anger(somewhere) I'll probably flare the next time i see the person. Matters of the heart, you're such a pain in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I'm pretty amused about something or rather someone. It wasn't a bad thing actually. Probably find it amusing because i can never act/be like that. Okies, shall not elaborate further =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: the entry is not about you YOU yoU Y0u or yOu. Haha, in advance, just in case i get flood again =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-4422785275970560255?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/4422785275970560255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=4422785275970560255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4422785275970560255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4422785275970560255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/08/matters-of-heart.html' title='Matters of the heart'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-4737594263682227994</id><published>2007-08-25T05:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T05:14:47.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cry on my shoulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;If the hero never comes to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you need someone you're feeling blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you're away from love and you're alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you call your friends and nobody's home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;You can run away but you can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Through a storm and through a lonely night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then I show you there's a destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;The best things in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;They're free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;But if you wanna cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cry on my shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you need someone who cares for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you're feeling sad your heart gets colder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Yes I show you what real love can do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;If your sky is grey oh let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;There's a place in heaven where we'll go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;If heaven is a million years away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh just call me and I make your day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;When the nights are getting cold and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;When the days are getting hard for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I will always stay here by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I promise you I'll never hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-4737594263682227994?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/4737594263682227994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=4737594263682227994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4737594263682227994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4737594263682227994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/08/cry-on-my-shoulder.html' title='cry on my shoulder'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-6465680825515505881</id><published>2007-08-24T04:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T05:33:43.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new songs in da house!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm getting tired of all the songs on my playlist. So i got myself a brand new list of songs. TOo many infact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superstar - Cry On My Shoulder&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz - I'm Yours&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs&lt;br /&gt;Sean Kingston - Beautiful Girls&lt;br /&gt;JoJo - Beautiful Girls Reply&lt;br /&gt;Fergie - Big Girls Don't Cry&lt;br /&gt;Aly &amp; Aj - Potential Breakup Song&lt;br /&gt;Sean Kingston - Me Love&lt;br /&gt;Hellogoodbye - Here(In Your Arms)&lt;br /&gt;Lily Allen - Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 english songs plus one complimentary chinese song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&gt; 古巨基 - 劲歌金曲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a 10 minutes song that is like a medley consisting 6 chapters, within each chapters there's approximately 5 songs. I heard it in during the previous K-session, and its kinda ridiculous to sing like 35 different songs at one go. Oh well, my friend did that, and I'm fully amazed. If you're rather bored, spare 10 minutes and listen to it lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here goes the freaking long lyrics =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;劲歌金曲-古巨基&lt;br /&gt;监制：雷颂德&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(第一章 : 天大的爱)&lt;br /&gt;爱你 我管不了是祸 未想过是为何&lt;br /&gt;能爱著你苦也未去躲 《爱你：许志安》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有著我 便有著你 真爱是永不死 《爱是永恒：:张学友》&lt;br /&gt;穿过喜和悲 跨过生和死&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See me fly, I'm singing in the sky 《我的骄傲：:容祖儿》&lt;br /&gt;假使我算神话 因你创更愉快&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;凭我彻底的勇气 爱是最大权利&lt;br /&gt;不理场面不伟大 我共你始终同游生死&lt;br /&gt;还有哪一种结尾 花光一切在乎你&lt;br /&gt;没有想过太多 我只需要你 《爱是最大权利：ping pung》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;恋爱大过天&lt;br /&gt;想不想也日夜怀念 连甜梦也不够甜 《恋爱大过天：twins》&lt;br /&gt;怎灱闪 同学始终会遇见&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(第二章: 讲情)&lt;br /&gt;Shall we talk Shall we talk 《shall we talk：陈奕迅》&lt;br /&gt;就当重新手拖手去上学堂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我带著情意 一丝丝凄怆&lt;br /&gt;许多说话都 仍然未讲 《那有一天不想你：黎明 》&lt;br /&gt;纵隔别遥远 怀念对方&lt;br /&gt;悲伤盼换上 再会祈望&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;越问越伤心 明明无馀地再过问&lt;br /&gt;明明知道衷心一吻 会有更亲厚质感 《越吻越伤心：苏永康》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我说过要你快乐 让我担当失恋的主角 《我说过要你快乐：吴国敬》&lt;br /&gt;改写了剧情 无言地飘泊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想哭 你可不可以暂时别要睡 《假如让我说下去：杨千桦 》&lt;br /&gt;陪著我 像最初相识我当时未怕累&lt;br /&gt;但如果 但如果说下去 或者&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我有说话未曾讲 你这刹那在何方&lt;br /&gt;如何能连系上 与你再相伴在旁 《情深说话未曾讲：黎明 @ 黄耀明》&lt;br /&gt;如晨光&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(第三章 : 日月星辰风雨潮)&lt;br /&gt;太阳星晨 即使变灰暗 《太阳星辰：张学友》&lt;br /&gt;心中记忆 一生照我心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的爱如潮水 爱如潮水将我向你推 《爱如潮水：张信哲》&lt;br /&gt;紧紧跟随 爱如潮水它将你我包围&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冷冷雨 Wo… 没焦点因找不到你 《蓝雨：张学友》&lt;br /&gt;冷冷雨低泣彷佛要等你经过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;答应我你从此不在深夜里徘徊 《爱如潮水：张信哲》&lt;br /&gt;不要轻易尝试放纵的滋味&lt;br /&gt;你可知道这样会让我心碎&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;风继续吹 不忍远离 心里亦有泪 不愿流泪望著你 《风继续吹：张国荣》&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;各种空虚 冷冷冷 吹起吹起 风里梦 《让一切随风：钟镇涛》&lt;br /&gt;过去的心 火般灼热 今天已变了冰冻&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来又如风 离又如风 或世事通通不过是场梦 《如风：王菲》&lt;br /&gt;人在途中 人在时空 相识也许不过擦过梦中&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;就算你壮阔胸膛 不敌天气 《约定：王菲》&lt;br /&gt;两鬓斑白都可认得你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(第四章 : 两个人)&lt;br /&gt;别离没有对错 要走也解释不多 《现代爱情故事：许秋怡&amp;amp;amp;amp;张智霖》&lt;br /&gt;现代说永远 已经很傻&lt;br /&gt;随著那一宵去 火花以消逝&lt;br /&gt;不可能付出一生 那灱多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许相爱很难 就难在其实双方各有各寄望 怎灱办 《相爱很难：张学友,梅艳芳》&lt;br /&gt;要单恋都难 受太大的礼会内疚却也无力归还&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling I Want You 你竟不知 《谁令你心痴：张国荣》&lt;br /&gt;默默向风呆企 去等心中戏子&lt;br /&gt;曾无限次 欲话我知 却也停止&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;同是天涯沦落人 在这伤心者通道上同行 也 《相逢何必曾相识 ：韦绮珊&amp;amp;蒋志光》&lt;br /&gt;许不必知道我是谁&lt;br /&gt;无谓令你令你令你令你令你令你令你令你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如何可以不爱他 《教我如何不爱他：许志安 叶德娴》&lt;br /&gt;莫非生命只配有一个他&lt;br /&gt;到了没法相处 再去记它好处&lt;br /&gt;凭回忆制造这自欺的笑话&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;随时日在远飞 难舍弃 《冬季来的女人：林忆莲》&lt;br /&gt;每次看见冷冬到访的你 那年冬天&lt;br /&gt;两心遇上 没逃避&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(第五章 : 浪情歌)&lt;br /&gt;可以爱的话 不会哭 《谁明浪子心：王杰》&lt;br /&gt;可相知的心 那怕追逐&lt;br /&gt;可惜每次遇上热爱&lt;br /&gt;没法使我感觉我终於 遇上幸福&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;来忘掉错对 来怀念过去 《友情岁月：陈小春》&lt;br /&gt;曾共渡患难日子总有乐趣&lt;br /&gt;不相信会绝望 不感觉到踌躇&lt;br /&gt;在美梦埾竞争 每日拼命进取&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;世界将我包围 誓死都一齐&lt;br /&gt;壮观得有如 悬崖的婚礼 《飞女正传：杨千桦》&lt;br /&gt;也许生於世上 无重要作为&lt;br /&gt;仍有这种真爱会留低&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(第六章 : 神爱世人)&lt;br /&gt;祈求天地放过一双恋人 《少女的祈祷:杨千[》&lt;br /&gt;怕发生的永远别发生&lt;br /&gt;从来未顺利遇上好景降临&lt;br /&gt;如何能重拾信心&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;神啊 救救我吧 一把年纪了 一个爱人都没有 《神啊!救救我吧：陈小春》&lt;br /&gt;孤独是可怜的 如果没爱过 人生是黑白的&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;僧人都不喜爱我 神你不欢喜我迫我入了魔 《爱神：古巨基》&lt;br /&gt;爱侣几百万 谁料我蠢得竟可重覆去犯错&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(完结章 : 好心一早放开我)&lt;br /&gt;吻下来 豁出去 这吻别似覆水 再来也许要天上团聚 《小城大事：杨千桦》&lt;br /&gt;眼泪还是留给天抚慰 你是前度 何必听我吠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别再做情人 做只猫做只狗不做情人 《爱与诚：古巨基》&lt;br /&gt;做只宠物至少可爱迷人&lt;br /&gt;和你不瞅不睬最终只会成为敌人&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好心一早放开我 好心一早放开我 《好心分手：卢巧音》&lt;br /&gt;重头努力也坎坷 统统不要好过&lt;br /&gt;来年岁月那灱多 为继续而继续&lt;br /&gt;没有好处还是我&lt;br /&gt;若注定有一点苦楚 不如自己亲手割破&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;谁得到过愿放手 曾精彩过愿挽留 《谁愿放手：陈慧琳》&lt;br /&gt;年年月月逝去越是觉得深爱你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craziness indeed!! If the words are too small press [Ctrl+], then [Ctrl -] to go back original. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Did i mention i got a nightmare last night? Freak the hell outta me. Never thought I'll experience that pain again. Now even the whole reservoir is not enough for my tears. Goodness. Should i sleep or not? -___-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-6465680825515505881?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/6465680825515505881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=6465680825515505881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6465680825515505881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6465680825515505881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-songs-in-da-house.html' title='new songs in da house!'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7393267157506898114</id><published>2007-08-22T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T05:21:39.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mon-tues</title><content type='html'>Monday:&lt;br /&gt;keep it short. I went out with jl for dinner at Fish&amp;Co at bugis (btw, bugis outlet sucks =P). I always wanted the mints, so i bought a huge packet of mints (1kg). By the way its endearmints. Then off to kbox till 3am and chill till morning. Though he no longer stays in Singapore, he still know Singapore much better than me. Its kinda funny that he is back from Hong Kong for a short holiday and he have to bring me around Singapore! lol. =P Now i wonder where should i bring Bwei when he come back from the United States? Hmm.. sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;Today, i somehow skipped school again. Yeahs, and i got wacked upside down. woot. Btw, it's my darling's birthday today! Happy 21st!!!!!!!! Jo and i went all the way down to Jurong East and hide in her house to give her a surprise. She was super surprise to see all of us hiding in darkness. LOL. Anyway, I'm looking forward for your wedding dinner and maybe a kid in the near future. I'm also waiting for you to travel to London for honeymoon and get me some good stuff. LOL. Thanks for the kinky bikini darling &amp;amp; Jo for the ride.. no worries your manual skills are definitely improving! Somehow i think i ate too much at CCK, no idea if i should sleep or wait 3 hours. Oh anyway, Singapore was really ridiculously small &amp; i saw Colin's friend (sim friend) at the coffee shop while I'm eating away lol. Yes, I've been eating.. but 1 meal per day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i was quite happy today. haha. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Buena noches&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;(i know i always use this word, but thats the only Spanish word that I'm rather familiar with =P Okay fine, the truth is my Spanish friend only taught me this word =S.  Once again I'll say.. it means "Good Night")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7393267157506898114?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7393267157506898114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7393267157506898114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7393267157506898114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7393267157506898114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/08/mon-tues.html' title='mon-tues'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7833189363234880577</id><published>2007-08-20T04:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T05:50:59.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crystal jade</title><content type='html'>i was pretty upset yesterday and didn't manage to eat anything. Struggled with my emotions and frustrations till i fall asleep on my bed in tears (not only about the sore friendship but also about something else that i shall not mention here). I do treasure friendships too much. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everything is fine now. Theres only one thing left to do. Yeah do the talking. I guess theres no use trying to endure everything inside and make yourself unhappy. Paul told me to let it out and I'm glad i did. It's pretty normal that lots of people tend to get too occupied with what they wanted and gradually forgotten about whats happening around them. Sometimes words are said without caution and turns out making the other party feel bad. I mean if everyone have time to visit the toilet for 10 minutes, why not spare 10 minutes to look at the people around you and see if everything is fine? Unless, maybe if the person deliberately make you trip and fall or kick you into the drain, then i suppose he/she doesn't deserve that 10 minutes. HAHhahaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i was supposed to meet Ace on Saturday for dinner or chill out. But before we could plan to meet, he message me and say he crashed his car. Woot. Not his fault, but the lorry driver probably spaced out and dang, there goes his Subaru. But most importantly, he is safe and sound. Still, i met him at Bishan today for dinner at Crystal Jade. Guess what? If i didn't went to meet him, i'll probably not eat and die lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was super hungry and i wanted to order many dishes. But obviously he stopped me, well.. luckily he did cause i was rather full after the huge bowl of porridge. I deliberately tried to irritate him by saying how ridiculously expensive the porridge cost and the dishes. LOL. He surrender and say he will treat me HAHAHAHa. But in return he pinched me like twice LAH (or was it tickle? sheesh). HOW NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he is so nice and treat me for dinner.. I'll still broadcast and say.. Ace got the most number of credit cards i've seen.  Greedy freak!  He even went to get the stupid gym membership! I asked him what is that for? He say "just for show". Sheesh. Maybe i should go get a Citi clear card. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh saw this on the 2nd floor of J8, its made up of biscuits, Jacob's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rsi36-9sTaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/p12jdh_N5Rk/s1600-h/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rsi36-9sTaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/p12jdh_N5Rk/s320/Image017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100528801959136674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous Egypt Pyramid. Er, couldn't figure out whats the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rsi31-9sTZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/mKgLmluwVRo/s1600-h/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rsi31-9sTZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/mKgLmluwVRo/s320/Image016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100528716059790738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the left should be the Great Wall of China, and at the right.. hmm probably India's Taj Mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rsi3xO9sTYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/54zGM-VkyjE/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rsi3xO9sTYI/AAAAAAAAAWs/54zGM-VkyjE/s320/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100528634455412098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the oh so famous Eiffel Tower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rsi3qu9sTXI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-CPW1rMEVek/s1600-h/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rsi3qu9sTXI/AAAAAAAAAWk/-CPW1rMEVek/s320/Image013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100528522786262386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho, here comes the Durians of Singapore, i mean Esplanade. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rsi3kO9sTWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8nq5CTo5Jw8/s1600-h/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rsi3kO9sTWI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8nq5CTo5Jw8/s320/Image012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100528411117112674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the most left, my guess would be Petronas Twin Towers in Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good, i managed to see all the famous buildings at one place, better still, its edible. YUMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7833189363234880577?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7833189363234880577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7833189363234880577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7833189363234880577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7833189363234880577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/08/crystal-jade.html' title='crystal jade'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rsi36-9sTaI/AAAAAAAAAW8/p12jdh_N5Rk/s72-c/Image017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-5797268335307512943</id><published>2007-08-19T02:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T04:30:50.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so much for the friendships</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that backstabbed you and tell the whole world you cause the breakup of their relationship and successfully made everyone condemn you (including your best pals)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that because of some other guys, ignore you, curse you and made you sit alone at another table in seoul gardens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that rush to the end of the excursion bus and leave you sitting alone in the front row just because you talk to a guy who ain't important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that look for you when they broke up with their boyfriends, make you meet them everyday and scream at you when you didn't pick up their calls for 1 day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that ask you out because you're being too sporting &amp; since they urgently need people to go out with at that moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that could actually take you for granted for 8 years and still continue doing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that call you whenever they have problems and ignore what you want to say when you have problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that even when you're upset and yet still thinks you're fine and good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that thinks you have absolute perfect temper and its okay to gang up and cheat you to make you do the presentation alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that ask you to accompany them to go all sorts of places and not going to places that you want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that treat you as a substitute when their boyfriends say they're not free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that totally ignore your presence just because some other guy is more important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that even you disappeared and didn't notice until they turn around (by then you're on the bus home)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that make you go all the way down to meet them and back out just because the boyfriend pms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that think the song you send sucks, yet when the guy she likes send her the same song she say its such a wonderful song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;friends that when you said you're angry and still thinks you're joking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends friends friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to say i love my friends. which i do.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes i feel like screaming so badly cos i have friends that didn't bother.&lt;br /&gt;years after years, i endure and endure.&lt;br /&gt;when i say I'm unhappy, why does it sound like a joke to you?&lt;br /&gt;do i look like I'm joking?&lt;br /&gt;nobody understand why I'm feeling so bad because of friends.&lt;br /&gt;that's just because you never understand how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, certain things that deem simple to you doesn't mean its simple to me.&lt;br /&gt;I will never like the same guy as my friends,&lt;br /&gt;and when i said it i mean it, so don't doubt me.&lt;br /&gt;and because of all these, i have gradually started to hate guys.&lt;br /&gt;Now you know why i like girls more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to calm down.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, I'll cry and wake up tomorrow as if nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;Still smiling infront of everyone as if I've got no problems.&lt;br /&gt;And allow them to take me as a joke and laugh it off.&lt;br /&gt;And let them think I'm acting like a kid that get angry over such stupid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. I love my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-5797268335307512943?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/5797268335307512943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=5797268335307512943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/5797268335307512943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/5797268335307512943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-much-for-friendships.html' title='so much for the friendships'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-615993721805705089</id><published>2007-08-13T03:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T04:47:51.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss bad attitude</title><content type='html'>I've been having real bad mood these days. Usually no matter how unhappy i get, or how i was bullied in the past by the stupid attachment manager who swear at me and stuff like that, I'll still give a super smiley face (or with no expression), but i suppose I'm really at my limits. Just really tired of being nice all the time, always the one listening to their problems and tired of people taking me for granted. It's always the i accommodate you and not the opposite. Anyways, yesterday i called Paul after i reached home and he suffered listening to my &lt;span class="var"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;rumblings. lol. and thanks to Chris too. Hopefully after getting some sleep, I'll feel better and go back to my usual self. Anyway, i also felt bad that I'm showing an unhappy face back at Xin Wang HK Cafe, but like they said it's probably the last meeting (so folks pardon me =P) I've officially become a grumpy bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="var"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Rush hour 3 was really lame. I was feeling rather tired during the movie, but Chris Tucker made me laugh through out the movie that i don't have time to rest and close my eyes. It wasn't a movie that leaves you saying the plot was great the CGI blah blah, but it was a good laugh. I'm gonna watch the Jay movie and Bourne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ultimatum&lt;span class="var"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;! Anyone wanna join? LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="var"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i forgot to mention, we went for ktv on Friday and then to steamboat at bugis. The steamboat was really good! I'm definitely gonna go there again, if i have the time. Anyway I'll upload some miscellaneous pictures. Click on them to see those pretty/handsome faces alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rr9wpc3ZhlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1LkdzOfR6Dc/s1600-h/m104176200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rr9wpc3ZhlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1LkdzOfR6Dc/s320/m104176200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097917160632190546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/Fulvia/S6000147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v126/Fulvia/S6000147.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="var"&gt;&lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;Fulvia birthday~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks, i need to get back to Vietnam.&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/19797527-615993721805705089?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/615993721805705089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=615993721805705089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/615993721805705089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/615993721805705089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/08/miss-bad-attitude.html' title='miss bad attitude'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rr9wpc3ZhlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/1LkdzOfR6Dc/s72-c/m104176200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-4128106859433845883</id><published>2007-08-11T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T03:25:17.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasting the days</title><content type='html'>i have no idea what I've done lately besides going out. Nothing accomplished, especially for school. My mum was getting rather annoyed at me going out every single day, most probably because i used to stay home often (like hermit). I've also noticed i gradually start to club more often from maybe once in 6 months to 3 times a week, which i hope its not an addiction. Cong told me that I'll turn ah lian if i continue to fly. I guess i should go back to my normal routine, no more clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, been receiving calls from this superbly persistent uncle lately, he called me every morning to ask me for lunch and obviously i said no many many times. He stopped calling for a week and yesterday he called while I'm sleeping. I've never seen anyone so persistent ever, especially for somebody his age (even though i have no idea what's his age). Next time I'll make sure i will not let anyone steal my phone. Any idea if i could block numbers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my entry doesn't make much sense, but i seriously need to get some sleep. I still need to meet darling chris for lunch tomorrow. woot. and also go through my economic indicators for United Arab Emirates, China and Vietnam. Though, I'm pretty used to analyzing the GDP, Annual inflations and stuff. It's still sickening. I hate to see the imports, exports and trade balances. Arghs, why can't they just give me their balance of payments with the current account, capital flows !? Arghs, and i have to say, glo-bus is such a pain. I've have no idea how strategy would work in that program because the participant guide is horrendously thick that before i could fully digest the content, I've already forgotten what I've read earlier. It's really not my forte, and I'm glad i have Florence, Joanne and Carol in my group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. keyboard off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-4128106859433845883?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/4128106859433845883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=4128106859433845883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4128106859433845883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4128106859433845883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/08/wasting-days.html' title='wasting the days'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-5910895062119511991</id><published>2007-08-06T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T18:23:54.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23/7-05/8</title><content type='html'>I've been rather busy lately, thus i could only do weekly updates.&lt;br /&gt;But theres one problem, i don't remember what i did.&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll try to elaborate more, or else, its like a stupid notepad which serve no purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Here goes my week!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23/7 Monday:&lt;br /&gt;I went to school just for project, the project was pure torture. The globus was stupid and a waste of money indeed. Anyway we went for KFC after the short torture then, thanks to Shawn for sending us back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/7 Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;No idea? Can't help it, i really don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25/7 Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;As usual i went to school for the sake of projects. Then head down to Bugis for buffet at Sakae Sushi with prissy, flor, weeling, fulvia and jo. We told Fulvia that we're meeting our poly friends, but HEY FULVIA look here, actually we went to look for a present for you. LOL. opps. After some walking and searching for a gift, I went home to change into a new part of shoes then went out immediately to meet my darling chris for Dragonfly. (i met someone rather horrendous, as in behavior wise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26/7 Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;hmm don't remember what i did. OH! i overslept. No more chicken rice. (Fulvia was supposed to treat everyone chicken rice if i attend school that day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27/7 Friday:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning and meet up with Fulvia and Flor at Nee Soon South CC for Badminton. We also had our lunch at the cafe, the food wasn't bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28/7 Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;I'm suppose to meet up with Renhui, Norizan and Chris, however for i've no idea what reason Missy Renhui put us aeroplane at the very last minute when she is the one who invited us for nightout. DUhs. So only left me and Chris, but I'm so superbly excited to see Chris i waved and my hp flew into mid-air.. yeah and it landed on the floor. *SPAT* Officially spoilt. Since we didn't want to spoil our original plans, we went down to Dragonfly. Everything was great except..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29/7 Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Jack for pool. I know he was rather surprised that my pool sucks. I give all kinds of reasons to cover up my horrendous skills. But really.. i wasn't really THAT BAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;and another~!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/7 Monday:&lt;br /&gt;I remember on 29/7 (Sunday) i met up with Jack for pool session then we chatted till morning, i went home to wash up and off to school. Met prissy on bus and she say she wanna buy 4D, which however we didn't. Oh and lunch at Ajisen with Ful and Flor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31/7 Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;met up with Fulvia, Florence and Joanne at Marina Square for Seoul Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32/7 Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Quiz in school, met sister in town, went to service my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01/8 Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;Went to collect my phone at Wheelock. I missed my queue number, how stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02/8 - 05/8 Fri - Sun:&lt;br /&gt;Fulvia's Chalet: Happy birthday ~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;What to expect next week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 8 August Sentosa (BBQ)&lt;br /&gt;2. 8 August dragonfly (Maybe)&lt;br /&gt;3. Today: Dinner with my darling&lt;br /&gt;4. Tomorrow: Projects discussion&lt;br /&gt;4. Globus Globus Globus&lt;br /&gt;5. 168, 168, 168 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-5910895062119511991?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/5910895062119511991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=5910895062119511991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/5910895062119511991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/5910895062119511991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/08/237-058.html' title='23/7-05/8'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-6103523886814514124</id><published>2007-07-26T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:54:35.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16/7-22/7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Happenings of the week!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16/7 - Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the first day of 1 week break, so I'm suppose to do my passport but well, i overslept. Recalling, i don't remember what i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17/7 - Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early in the morning at 7am &amp; my dad fetch me to SIR Building. I managed to change my passport photo and collected the "citizenship application form" for my grandma. Right after, i rush back to change into something decent enough for a cycle in East Coast. Met up Prissy, Alvin, Weeling &amp;amp; Patrick at Bishan and off to East Coast Park. Due to serious lack of sleep, i fell down the bike twice, the first wasn't serious.. but the second was BAD. (lazy to post photos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18/7 - Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulvia wanted to meet up for a swim (and I'm very tempted), but since i'm feeling rather exhausted plus haven't started packing my luggage, i decided to stay home and rest. So around 10pm, my dad fetch me down to Fulvia's place. I stayed over at her place for a short drama and took a really really short nap. At 4am, Prissy &amp; her bro came over and fetch us to the airport! First time in budget terminal, don't you think the location was really bad? Its out of nowhere! The flight was bad for me, my heart go surrender. (ok almost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19/7 to 21/7 - (Bangkok 3D2N)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Thailand, Bangkok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: First Hotel; Bo Bae Market/Tower; MBK Center; Suan-Lum&lt;br /&gt;Day2: First Hotel; China Town; Bo Bae Market; Country Place Restaurant; Guided by Pong&lt;br /&gt;Day3: First Hotel; Chatuchak Market; Platinum Mall; Suvarnabhumi Airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my parents for sponsoring my trip. And also to Tom Indee (my thai friend) for driving us to such a lovely country place restaurant outside of Bangkok. The atmosphere was great, the food was lovely, the tower beer taste better than tiger beer and also the waiter is so polite and cute (Opps out of topic). Oh and to Pong, friend of Tom, thanks for showing us around the streets of Bangkok, your recommendations of hotels, Thailand telltales, and last but not least i have to say its amazing how you can speak in chinese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did took some photos here and there, but i'm really lazy to reduce the sizes. THUS, i'll see how it goes okay!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What to expect:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Projects piling up. (which i've no idea is what)&lt;br /&gt;2. Hao coming back to Singapore on 14 August-21 August from Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;3. Fulvia Chalet at Aranda 3rd August-5 August.&lt;br /&gt;4. Jo interested in holiday trip during 8 August - 12 August (Tioman?)&lt;br /&gt;5. Christina booked on 3rd and 8 August for Dragonfly.&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't know why, but i'm having a headache&lt;br /&gt;7. I seriously need to focus on my studies, somebody grab hold of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-6103523886814514124?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/6103523886814514124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=6103523886814514124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6103523886814514124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6103523886814514124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/07/167-227.html' title='16/7-22/7'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-6439349991936265917</id><published>2007-07-14T07:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T07:49:29.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm</title><content type='html'>i'm lazy to upload any pictures and stuff. Anyways here's what i've done this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Monday:&lt;/span&gt; I don't remember what i did.. i think too much drinking made me really blur lately.. its like when i'm trying to put on my makeup.. i end up misplacing my concealer and stuff and till now i couldn't find it. My memory is really getting real bad.. i can't recall what i did 5-10 minutes ago! goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Went school, then off to marina bay with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Prissy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Alvin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Weeling&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Flo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Steven&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Fulvia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/span&gt; Went school, then to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Fulvia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;s place with&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Prissy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Weeling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for mahjong. Met &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Renhui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at night for dinner... then to St James-DragonFly to meet &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Christina&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jenna&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Elaine&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for a crazy night. And it was indeed crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Thursday:&lt;/span&gt; Met up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt; in town for dinner, then head down to Zouk for the event. It was fun to be with the ladies, its interesting to see you-know-what. But well, i'm still on track, wasn't influenced. Anyway, its just for pure fun alright, nothing big deal. Don't make a mountain out of a molehill, thats my advice really. Sometimes when people are too stressed up with work, and seriously lacking social time or pure entertainment besides having those with their lovely partners.. they get excited over everything that touches their curiosity. Seriously.. who wouldn't? That's basic instincts, that's human! I would say, if anyone is confident enough, there isn't a need to fret really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've officially been skipping school too much, but well what to do.. foreign lecturer sucks. Met up with erm &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;uncle dyiwei&lt;/span&gt; for pool initially.. then end up at jalan kayu (prata) for i've no idea what reason. I got burned by the exhaust pipe due to my carelessness, now i know why i didn't like bike, cos its worse than taking a bus. I was kinda harsh on &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;somebody&lt;/span&gt; earlier, well sometimes i feel.. its not good to always expect people to accommodate you due to your fussiness. In this world, its give and take alright! We can pamper you once awhile, but not everyday. Just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Saturday: &lt;/span&gt;Which is TODAY! well.. i needa start planning my schedule to change my passport photo. Its getting nowhere, and i only left few days to bangkok. Deepshit i know. I will do it asap alright.. okok fixed.. monday will be the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the day: Might be going to meet &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;chrissy &lt;/span&gt;again at DragonFly.. maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Francine&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Renhui&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Huimei&lt;/span&gt;.. blah blah.. no idea.. will see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Sunday:&lt;/span&gt; I'm freaking broke, I'm waiting for my parents to be back from holiday. My wallet is starving and I'm starving due to overspending on drinks and not food or clothes. HOLY SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-6439349991936265917?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/6439349991936265917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=6439349991936265917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6439349991936265917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6439349991936265917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmm.html' title='hmm'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-3424367590518513561</id><published>2007-07-07T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T00:55:08.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lack of sleep</title><content type='html'>arghs, I'm so lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;anyway i miss my darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-3424367590518513561?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/3424367590518513561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=3424367590518513561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3424367590518513561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3424367590518513561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/07/lack-of-sleep.html' title='lack of sleep'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7119813953439968403</id><published>2007-07-02T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:22:53.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woo</title><content type='html'>i notice I've wrote all these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"i wonder why people could actually give up their lives while others who wish to live longer cant even get to live enough. sometimes living is really harsh and unbearable. some people make it through and some couldn’t. I’ve heard many suicide cases all related to relationships, i truly understand the pain of breakups and stuff, but i feel nobody is really worth anyone to die for. But.. sometimes we act and before we could even regret its already done and over. always remind yourself that, you’re not the only one who is depress, you’re not the only one who is unlucky. if people can live under such harsh conditions, why cant you?  its never easy to do, but only when you strive though the harsh conditions then you will see the true beauty of life. Never give up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;"Maybe i just wanted to constantly remind myself that, nobody is worth wasting time on. People take people for granted, and they don’t feel appreciated. Because i always cared for others, i always hope that i will get them to care for me too. But in reality, they only care about themselves, and neglecting how i feel. I feel used and only needed when he/she needs help. I no longer want to live in a place where i smile because people wanted me to. Now i smile only because i feel i deserve to, and to do things i think i can satisfied myself. From the start, life is meant to be alone. I have seen this point, experience it and now fully convinced."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. obviously i didn't have it in this blog. I don't like emo entries. Anyways, sometimes i'm surprise what i've wrote and at times i don't even remember. Its all because of guan's problems, it reminded me of such post. lols. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7119813953439968403?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7119813953439968403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7119813953439968403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7119813953439968403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7119813953439968403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/07/woo.html' title='woo'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-1095033951073643535</id><published>2007-07-02T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T20:36:56.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school reopens..</title><content type='html'>its the first day of my last semester! seriously, it was nothing other than boredom, and i'm freaking tired. the lecturer was really boring and the modules are dry yada yada. anyways, a quick update of what i've done, i went to watch Transformers with William, the movie was pretty good actually. But don't ever get seats too near the screen, you won't want to strain your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeling suggested dinner after school, and being very affected by the GSTHike from 5% to 7%.. they decided to have something affordable for dinner. They made a rule that those who do well for the exams have to treat dinner, so no choice i've got to treat~ So here goes.. yeah and they go on joking about..me getting high distinction for business ethics.. "is skipping lecture ethical?" duhs. &gt;.&lt; sheesh. They also kept complaining that i was ridiculously quiet today, and seem  really weird. I know i'm odd today, but i'm just feeling sick and tired.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rojsdvrf7uI/AAAAAAAAATU/f2kgaGwjCrk/s1600-h/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 108px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rojsdvrf7uI/AAAAAAAAATU/f2kgaGwjCrk/s200/Image039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082572175246880482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RojsvPrf7vI/AAAAAAAAATc/jkJ_NhFKzFo/s1600-h/Image040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 108px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RojsvPrf7vI/AAAAAAAAATc/jkJ_NhFKzFo/s200/Image040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082572475894591218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RojtI_rf7xI/AAAAAAAAATs/jf_9W2GPOcY/s1600-h/Image042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 108px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RojtI_rf7xI/AAAAAAAAATs/jf_9W2GPOcY/s200/Image042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082572918276222738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RojsRvrf7tI/AAAAAAAAATM/YN7DS6jQGWU/s1600-h/Image038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 117px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RojsRvrf7tI/AAAAAAAAATM/YN7DS6jQGWU/s200/Image038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082571969088450258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rojs5vrf7wI/AAAAAAAAATk/Z_-6VpgMX10/s1600-h/Image041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 117px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rojs5vrf7wI/AAAAAAAAATk/Z_-6VpgMX10/s200/Image041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082572656283217666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, Andrew brought this to school. It was super cute and he stuck it into the puncher. LOL. Anyway, the tag on it said its not a toy.. its for decoration and as a screen wiper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rojvd_rf7yI/AAAAAAAAAT0/8BWnXwUnweA/s1600-h/Image036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rojvd_rf7yI/AAAAAAAAAT0/8BWnXwUnweA/s200/Image036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082575478076731170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rojv3_rf7zI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iKytmqHtzBA/s1600-h/Image037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 120px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rojv3_rf7zI/AAAAAAAAAT8/iKytmqHtzBA/s200/Image037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082575924753329970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i secretly took pictures of it.. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;ps: I saw Juwita earlier in amk.. she is getting engaged! congrats girl~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-1095033951073643535?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/1095033951073643535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=1095033951073643535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1095033951073643535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1095033951073643535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/07/school-reopens.html' title='school reopens..'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rojsdvrf7uI/AAAAAAAAATU/f2kgaGwjCrk/s72-c/Image039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-8013797575255719901</id><published>2007-06-24T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T17:08:43.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Prince</title><content type='html'>hoho! less than 10 days... to Coffee Prince. Excited lah...&lt;br /&gt;The last drama of Gong Yoo before going to army.. &gt;.&lt;~ anyways, i really hate his hair in this drama... they deliberately wanted him to look old.. now he got this uncle-ish hairstyle.. arghs. How can he from all this pictures become... THAT?! Nvm, i'll still support the drama, besides the wolf dog something drama this is the most anticipated korean drama of July (by critics)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4yiexwczI/AAAAAAAAATE/9GeCadHU_K8/s1600-h/190750_341685315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4yiexwczI/AAAAAAAAATE/9GeCadHU_K8/s320/190750_341685315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079552997679199026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4ot-xwcvI/AAAAAAAAASk/SEM77sTF9kk/s1600-h/Gongyoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4ot-xwcvI/AAAAAAAAASk/SEM77sTF9kk/s320/Gongyoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079542200131416818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4oz-xwcwI/AAAAAAAAASs/L-CqhtEvySI/s1600-h/Gongyoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4oz-xwcwI/AAAAAAAAASs/L-CqhtEvySI/s320/Gongyoo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079542303210631938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4pQ-xwcxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/j61gCT-Ryms/s1600-h/photo3225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4pQ-xwcxI/AAAAAAAAAS0/j61gCT-Ryms/s320/photo3225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079542801426838290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4oVOxwcuI/AAAAAAAAASc/aCTKD59y7MU/s1600-h/photo19952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4oVOxwcuI/AAAAAAAAASc/aCTKD59y7MU/s320/photo19952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079541774929654498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4qGOxwcyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tOmbKlpo2XY/s1600-h/f_BTS21June20m_9d136e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4qGOxwcyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/tOmbKlpo2XY/s320/f_BTS21June20m_9d136e9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079543716254872354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the uncle hair in Coffee Prince)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Coffee Prince Photoshoot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4kE-xwcrI/AAAAAAAAASE/grMdpHNLmpc/s1600-h/a2aed3cd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4kE-xwcrI/AAAAAAAAASE/grMdpHNLmpc/s400/a2aed3cd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079537097710269106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4jpOxwcpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Ch8vrghQu7g/s1600-h/posterji0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4jpOxwcpI/AAAAAAAAAR0/Ch8vrghQu7g/s400/posterji0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079536620968899218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4j9exwcqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/YinPlqWqS-g/s1600-h/29056ad3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4j9exwcqI/AAAAAAAAAR8/YinPlqWqS-g/s400/29056ad3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079536968861250210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the guys in the Coffee Shop... i wanna work in this shop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: counting down..............................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-8013797575255719901?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/8013797575255719901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=8013797575255719901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8013797575255719901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8013797575255719901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/06/coffee-prince.html' title='Coffee Prince'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn4yiexwczI/AAAAAAAAATE/9GeCadHU_K8/s72-c/190750_341685315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7866766164726778990</id><published>2007-06-23T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T17:14:43.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>I just got back from the salon. I was in the salon for freaking 7 hours. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;  oh well, forget it. I'm gonna go back next week, for a new hair dye... maybe i'll ask him to cut my fringe a little shorter.  I really shouldn't go out anymore. I just went out and i spend nearly 300 dollars. Hate it. AGAIN.. i bought the Shiseido products from the salon.. so now i have a Shiseido shampoo, conditioner, hair gel, hair mask, serum... sheesh.  A 125ml serum cost $33. -__- a freaking small conditioner cost $34... I CAN BUY Jo's Kanz brand for 2 large bottles(shampoo &amp; conditioner) at only $32!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0NgexwcaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/sOXZH3VOLEs/s1600-h/Image035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 197px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0NgexwcaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/sOXZH3VOLEs/s200/Image035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079230806412521890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. let me blog about some random stuff. My sister and i wanted to try new kind of pizza.. so we ordered PizzaDeFrance (www.pizzadefrance.com). It's not bad actually... i mean as compared to Pizza Hut... they're not stingy on ingredients, doesn't charge delivery services and it was cheaper than Pizza Hut~ (even the delivery man is friendlier, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0SaexwceI/AAAAAAAAAQc/D7Miz_jo3UM/s1600-h/pizza1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 129px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0SaexwceI/AAAAAAAAAQc/D7Miz_jo3UM/s200/pizza1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079236200891445730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0pMexwcgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/k6ZcUayxq9Q/s1600-h/pizza3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0pMexwcgI/AAAAAAAAAQs/k6ZcUayxq9Q/s200/pizza3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079261249140716034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0pFexwcfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0QYDHI6Te10/s1600-h/pizza2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0pFexwcfI/AAAAAAAAAQk/0QYDHI6Te10/s200/pizza2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079261128881631730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine Fantasy/Seafood Fantasy/BBQ Chicken&lt;br /&gt;Their four seasons are really really good, i mean its veggie, artichoke are lovely!&lt;br /&gt;Btw, oishi pizza is also not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fully make use of having Fish&amp;Co in AMK HUB, so we have take-aways from Fish&amp;amp;Co. Seriously, eating in the restaurant is definitely better... The food are way too salty, i've no idea if its because of the chef or whatever. But i bet glass house is the best outlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0rYexwchI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/btpSAXmU6Cc/s1600-h/fishnco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 144px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0rYexwchI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/btpSAXmU6Cc/s200/fishnco1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079263654322401810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0squxwcjI/AAAAAAAAARE/XB8zT05p7Vs/s1600-h/Image027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 143px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0squxwcjI/AAAAAAAAARE/XB8zT05p7Vs/s200/Image027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079265067366642226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0s6exwckI/AAAAAAAAARM/UyJPwuEegXE/s1600-h/Image031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 143px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0s6exwckI/AAAAAAAAARM/UyJPwuEegXE/s200/Image031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079265337949581890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0tL-xwcmI/AAAAAAAAARc/fqMNnfzbEQ4/s1600-h/Image030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 121px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0tL-xwcmI/AAAAAAAAARc/fqMNnfzbEQ4/s200/Image030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079265638597292642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0sTexwciI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6Wm7CPPYcrE/s1600-h/fishnco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 121px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0sTexwciI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/6Wm7CPPYcrE/s200/fishnco2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079264667934683682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7866766164726778990?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7866766164726778990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7866766164726778990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7866766164726778990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7866766164726778990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/06/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rn0NgexwcaI/AAAAAAAAAP8/sOXZH3VOLEs/s72-c/Image035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7684529863581615558</id><published>2007-06-15T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T00:19:26.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunburn</title><content type='html'>i woke up at 9am today to go swimming with my sister &amp;amp; Fulvieee.&lt;br /&gt;but it happen to be having thunderstorm, so we waited till noon.&lt;br /&gt;anyways i got sunburn.................and currently in pain.&lt;br /&gt;fulviee obviously didn't cos she was much darker than me.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel pain whenever something touches my skin. OH GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to replenish the SUNBLOCK LOTION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to scope for courses.&lt;br /&gt;Pilates, Yoga, CardioMix, blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;but all the timing for the lessons are not really good...&lt;br /&gt;it either clashes with my sister's dance class or fulvie's ballet lesson.&lt;br /&gt;oh sheesh, but probably will try to see if we can fit in the cardiomix course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we also went to the nearby gym's cafe for food.&lt;br /&gt;the 7 layer healthy sandwich is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;and we also had fruit salad with bananas, watermelons, green apple, raisins, sunflower seeds, orange, blah blah with honey yogurt. yummylicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7684529863581615558?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7684529863581615558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7684529863581615558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7684529863581615558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7684529863581615558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/06/sunburn.html' title='sunburn'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-2746198615231177198</id><published>2007-06-15T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T02:56:54.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 things..</title><content type='html'>Theres this cute Korean song talking about the 11 things girls want about guys.&lt;br /&gt;The list goes like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1)Only be with me &lt;/span&gt;(this is damn duh, who is looking for somebody that is two-timing?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2)You have to speak to me as you look only at me &lt;/span&gt;(this is abit erm.. control freak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3)You can't get angry even if I am 20 minutes late everytime &lt;/span&gt;(important to me, cause i'm always late. STANDARD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4)Even if you are tired you have to walk me home &lt;/span&gt;(Usually guys will not acknowledge they're tired, and if they ever say they're tired and not walking you home, SOMETHING is WRONG. Just like when you're super tired but you still meet your bf for dinner or movie, but cause he is tired he doesn't walk you home.. doesn't sound right. And earlier when he is going after you, no matter how tired, he will still walk you home. Sheesh even no matter how tired my dad, he still fetch my mum off work everyday! But oh well, if he is really tired (which is super dangerous for drivers) and staying ridiculously far away, obviously nobody would mind that! who will anyways.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5)You have to take out my picture from your wallet from time to time and kiss it &lt;/span&gt;(this is ridiculous, sounded like some psycho and when you breakup with him he is going to stalk you and make your life miserable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6)Call me at least 3 times a day&lt;/span&gt; (3 seem rather acceptable to me, cause "usually" my bf will call me in the day to wake me up, so it makes it 1. Usually couples tend to chat at night for awhile so makes it 2. Then maybe in the noon, during breaktime or etc, you might chat awhile or something, so there you go 3. Anything more than 3 is too much really.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7)You have to believe/trust me &lt;/span&gt;(OBVIOUSLY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8)You have to tell me about your day&lt;/span&gt; (i always think, problems start arising when people stopped talking about themselves/how they spend their day. Gradually, they think its a waste of time to talk about their repetitive daily routines or even LISTENING to others. Its like you notice married couples always divorce and said they couldn't communicate, duh of course cause nobody is willing to talk about themselves! Its like you got home, really tired.. then your wife asked hows your day and you started saying as usual LAH or even "tell you you will also don't understand". I mean for the worse scenerio LAH... lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9)You have to always be on my side &lt;/span&gt;(Nobody can be by your side forever or always.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10)When I'm sick you have to be sicker than me/when i'm hurt, hurt with me&lt;/span&gt; (i kind of liked this one, cause it sound good. I mean it felt good if you're hurting and somebody else hurt with you or hurting more. It's like you will feel better if you're not the only one among your friends who failed the exam. Alright, bad example.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11) Even when any girl in this world comes to you, you have to only call my name &lt;/span&gt;(Unless your boyfriend is gay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: not bias against man, just that they are more usually used as an example. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-2746198615231177198?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/2746198615231177198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=2746198615231177198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2746198615231177198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2746198615231177198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/06/11-things.html' title='11 things..'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7617881863881010565</id><published>2007-06-06T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:39:11.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results</title><content type='html'>I deliberately made myself laze in bed so i don't have to wake up and check my results. Jo called my place and thereafter i couldn't sleep. Well, this time i checked my results without hesitating and trembling (i kinda give up of getting worried). I just click click click. It wasn't say bad, but pretty obvious that i didn't study. I'm damn surprise i got high distinction for the least possible module, "Business Ethics". Our project for ethics is only credit (about 24-27.6% out of 40%), so it means i score at least 52-56% out of 60% for my exam paper. O.o? now I'm worried whether if the system malfunction or something... cos all my friends got either credit or pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the modules are mostly distinction. Though i got distinction, i know one of the modules i almost flank during the exams which is AMCA, the exam results was pathetic but my 2 HD projects pulled me up, but thank god i didn't flank the exam paper if not the 2 HD is simply useless because i need to get at least a pass in exam to pass the module. So getting a distinction doesn't actually mean i did well during exams, this tells me i should buck up. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the old criteria, i managed to hit my degree with distinction! but not too sure whether I'm in the old or new criteria system. All well for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PS: Don't ever go gym without eating, cos you will vomit. I ALMOST DID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7617881863881010565?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7617881863881010565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7617881863881010565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7617881863881010565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7617881863881010565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/06/results.html' title='Results'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-6166268723221603944</id><published>2007-05-25T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T11:43:47.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>那年夏天宁静的海</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;那時我們天天在一起&lt;br /&gt;太幸福到不需要距離&lt;br /&gt;很貪心   要全世界注意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是太年輕    快樂和傷心&lt;br /&gt;都像在演戲    一碰就驚天動地&lt;br /&gt;今天   看你   昨天的你去了那裏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那年夏天我和你躲在&lt;br /&gt;這一大片寧靜的海&lt;br /&gt;直到後來我們都還在&lt;br /&gt;對這個世界充滿期待&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今年冬天你已經不在&lt;br /&gt;我的心空出了一塊&lt;br /&gt;很高興遇見你    讓我終究明白&lt;br /&gt;回憶比真實精彩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那時我們天天在一起&lt;br /&gt;太幸福到不需要距離&lt;br /&gt;很貪心   要全世界注意&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只是太年輕    快樂和傷心&lt;br /&gt;都像在演戲    一碰就驚天動地&lt;br /&gt;今天   看你    昨天的你去了那裏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那年夏天我和你躲在&lt;br /&gt;這一大片寧靜的海&lt;br /&gt;直到後來我們都還在&lt;br /&gt;對這個世界充滿期待&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今年冬天你已經不在&lt;br /&gt;我的心空出了一塊&lt;br /&gt;很高興遇見你    讓我終究明白&lt;br /&gt;回憶比真實精彩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;還記得一起努力&lt;br /&gt;還有那些  一言為定&lt;br /&gt;現在我就當過去    是種學習&lt;br /&gt;雖然好不容易&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那年夏天我和你躲在&lt;br /&gt;這一大片寧靜的海&lt;br /&gt;直到後來我們都還在&lt;br /&gt;對這個世界充滿期待&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;今年冬天你已經不在&lt;br /&gt;我的心空出了一塊&lt;br /&gt;很高興遇見你    讓我終究明白&lt;br /&gt;回憶比真實精彩&lt;br /&gt;未來 我期待未來&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-6166268723221603944?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/6166268723221603944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=6166268723221603944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6166268723221603944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6166268723221603944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='那年夏天宁静的海'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-3974380123197594649</id><published>2007-05-10T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T04:12:05.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>k addict</title><content type='html'>It's mother's day! &amp; my fridge is filled up with strudels (apple, mango, peach). (ps: my mum love strudels). So, once awhile i will get her some strudels, to make her nag at me lesser. LOL. Dinner will be postponed to wednesday since everyone is busy. Anyways, my younger sister will be going to Bali! Gosh, i also wanna go~ Since i'm kinda free from exams, i've been flooding myself with dramas and more dramas. Did you know because of the stupid school i got to rush my projects all the time till i got no time except to sleep and rest. urghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hello! Miss&lt;br /&gt;In the drama, Lee Da Hae's expression is priceless, she can change from anger, to doubt, to happiness, to embarrassment and then shyness in a short scene. Anyways, it's a light hearted drama, simple and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Que Sera Sera&lt;br /&gt;It has ended as at 13 May 06. But i haven't get to watch it cos the subs ain't out yet. It's one of my current favourite, since Eric is in it, plus the soundtrack is damn lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Witch Yoo Hee&lt;br /&gt;haven't finish watching it, i've got 10 more eps to go and its.... not making me interested yet. At the moment, the jokes and stupid effects didn't work for me. Plus this drama makes me think of "Hana Kimi" which i given up watching halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Coffee Prince No. 1 Shop (not shown yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm awaiting this drama, because Gong Yoo (Male lead) is acting in it. Plus, the "Goong" lead actress Yoon Eun Hye will be taking the female lead role, so i bet many people will be supporting the drama. I seriously don't really bother if the goong girl is around or not, but i think she will help boost the drama ratings (evil). Seriously, I guess I'm fated to watch her drama, cos the reason why i watch "Que Sera Sera" is because Eric is acting in it and initially SHE was supposed to be in it, then due to some sickness she canceled it. THEN, now i'm supporting Gong Yoo and she is ALSO GOING TO BE IN IT. Crap. Anyways, it will only air in July which means by then school ALREADY starts. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little synopsis: This drama is based from a romantic comedy manga by writer Lee Sun Mi (이선미). The heroine, Go Eun Chae (Yoon Eun Hye), disguises herself as a man in order to avoid an arranged marriage. She works in a coffee specialty shop and then falls in love with the hot-tempered president of the shop, Choi Han Kyul (Gong Yoo). Han Kyul thinks that Eun Chae is a man so he starts to think about his sexuality and Eun Chae is torned that she cannot reveal herself unless she wants to get herself married off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i know sickening to brag about dramas.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I WANT TO UPLOAD PHOTO BUT BLOGGER IS SERIOUSLY NOT WORKING, THE HTML IS TOTALLY CRAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-3974380123197594649?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/3974380123197594649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=3974380123197594649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3974380123197594649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3974380123197594649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/05/k-addict.html' title='k addict'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-28958455399151524</id><published>2007-05-08T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:40:52.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, it's over. Instead of feeling better, i feel rather exhausted and pretty worried about how my results would be, because it felt worse than last semester. oh well, i can only take it. my friends are going M'sia tomorrow, but i'll be lying on my bed to get some rest, and hopefully my eye would recover soon. I'm planning(actually i planned this way before exams) to dye my hair, maybe some highlights, and rebonding, but guess I'll wait for Fulvia so we can do it together which is probably around June, so for this month i should focus myself on exercising coz I've been feeling super lazy lately. &amp; i hate the lack of movements, it just makes me feel like I'm getting old and again lazy. Ace called me today and said he wanted to eat the Botak Jones around my area. SHeesh, of course, i told him I'm super sick and really shouldn't consume such heaty food at the moment, furthermore, it's so sinful +plus the thought of it just makes me feel like I'm eating fats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think i need to manage my finance properly, but whenever i leave the house, i will spend 10+ to take a cab to some places, and another 10+ for a cab trip back home. It was so frequent that it had become a fixed cost rather than a variable cost. Just imagine me going out everyday for a month, i will spend 600 dollars just on traveling which excludes any bus/mrt trips in between. sheesh, i can actually save up the money for holiday. But still, i got many stuff that I've already thought of buying before exams started, the wanted list has been filled up by so many items that i think i cant possibly purchase it at one go. In short, i will be very broke by the end of holiday and left with no $$ for year end trip.  (SUCKS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok LAH, my topic is drifting further &amp;amp; further away. after exams we went to NTUC and got some ingredients and such. i got myself the onigiri which i haven't eaten for awhile and other ingredients for the French dipper sauce. went home and made the dipper, i took some pictures here and there, but the stupid blogger is not functioning. arghs, irritating. blogger are always full of problems and errors. arghs. can't stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'll update again cos i'm falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-28958455399151524?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/28958455399151524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=28958455399151524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/28958455399151524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/28958455399151524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/05/finally-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-5565695789006651061</id><published>2007-05-06T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T02:13:41.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogskin</title><content type='html'>i know i still have exams going on, but i really feel like changing my blogskin cos the previous skin no longer portray my mood. &amp; now at the moment, i prefer something black rather than a simple, serendipity white. anyways, after much trial &amp;amp; error with the swf, js, xml files, i managed to put up the stupid flash mp3 player on my blog! it wasn't that difficult, but scripts are just so sensitive, a little mistake just spoils it. just hoping the bandwidth won't run out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the songs are basically from the drama "Que Sera Sera". The songs/music in the drama really fits my taste, so i'm practically listening to it 24/7, even when i'm sleeping i blast it on my iPod! besides, i also love the drama, cos it wasn't the usual Korean drama that is full of lovely moments, laughter, light-hearted scenes, and too good to be true storyline. The female protagonist no longer get stepped over by others, and fully opinionated. In simple term, very realistic and intense drama - with no more i love you, you love me and happily ever after kind of stupid storyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, after reading the synopsis for the episode today, i feel it's getting a little overly intense that i wonder what kind of ending it would have, probably some really horrible ending since in real life 8 out of 10 cases result in bad ending. LOL. and i doubt anyone will die, cos its not like accident happen all the time in reality, i been wishing to get knock down but well it didn't happen. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not recommending people to watch this drama because i know they will give up watching it cos the dialogue was way too chim with many hidden meanings and i doubt there's any funny scenes (i don't recall myself laughing). &amp;plus, if the subtitle is in Chinese it will be even worse. and ya i don't want people to come telling me i recommend them a sucky drama that isn't funny, nice blah blah or they fallen asleep etc etc. sheesh, people are just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also watched the 200 pounds beauty. OMG. and i have to quote this line from an article "&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The film poignantly reveals the way beauty exercises its power in our society. At the same time it shows the duality of plastic surgery; the way society constantly reminds women that beauty is attainable, yet women who go through plastic surgery are condemned, because they challenge the male fantasy of effortless, natural beauty. The film shows how women are consumed and discarded like a disposable product in a capitalist culture; a singer cannot debut without a pretty face, but even with beauty and style she will still be discarded when she is no longer popular."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO DAMN TRUE LAH.&lt;br /&gt;so ladies, if they don't appreciate how you look.&lt;br /&gt;then kick their ass, someday someone else would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-5565695789006651061?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/5565695789006651061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=5565695789006651061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/5565695789006651061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/5565695789006651061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/05/new-blogskin.html' title='new blogskin'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-8721695301589028652</id><published>2007-05-04T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T08:49:32.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exam stress</title><content type='html'>it's the 3rd paper today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm under extreme stress and lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;20 chapters of stupid imc.&lt;br /&gt;(HATRED)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TERRIBLY SICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from exams.&lt;br /&gt;i got a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;swollen face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this morning. which is now (8.44am).&lt;br /&gt;i got &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eye stye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which is hurting, and i cant blink!&lt;br /&gt;i got a terrible &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sore throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, like its rotting..&lt;br /&gt;I'm sneezing with a real &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad running nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;my goodness, how am i going to study in this manner.&lt;br /&gt;let alone taking the paper later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherri is dying. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soon&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/19797527-8721695301589028652?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/8721695301589028652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=8721695301589028652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8721695301589028652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8721695301589028652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/05/exam-stress.html' title='exam stress'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-483176967436686233</id><published>2007-04-12T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T11:17:03.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im bonkers</title><content type='html'>i'm not coping too well with the mugging.&lt;br /&gt;can't recall a single thing that i've gone through..&lt;br /&gt;even the so called basic 8 Ps.&lt;br /&gt;i think having no motivation to study.&lt;br /&gt;is really gonna ruin my exams.&lt;br /&gt;i used to be focused and hardworking!?&lt;br /&gt;(i mean DURING exam period of course.)&lt;br /&gt;miss sherrie, what the hell happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah,&lt;br /&gt;since i'm already so stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;i just have to blog about some nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;instead of bragging on and on about the f@*king exams.&lt;br /&gt;and how not confident i am about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i just got to know.&lt;br /&gt;in Roman numerals, CD means 400.&lt;br /&gt;C is actually 100, and D represent 500.&lt;br /&gt;so CD means its 400. (500-100)&lt;br /&gt;meaning 100 (C) less than 500 (D).&lt;br /&gt;i can seriously imagine the difficulty of reading roman numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt; represent 10.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; represent 1.&lt;br /&gt;so if the number is 711.&lt;br /&gt;in roman it would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;DCCXI&lt;/span&gt;!?&lt;br /&gt;which is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;(500) + &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;(100) + &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;(100) + &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;(10) + &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;(1).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;if you ever notice.&lt;br /&gt;at the ending credits of a movie or drama whatever.&lt;br /&gt;usually foreign films.&lt;br /&gt;you will tend to see roman numerals at the end.&lt;br /&gt;such as             MCMLXXIV, would means 1974.&lt;br /&gt;it shows the year that the film was produced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing huh!&lt;br /&gt;that's what my sister learn in school.&lt;br /&gt;so its 2004 now, it should be... MMIV.&lt;br /&gt;holla, how lame...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to get back to books.&lt;br /&gt;gosh, how depressing.&lt;br /&gt;looking at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Russell model of affect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently located in the distressing region.&lt;br /&gt;where im in such a unpleasant situation.&lt;br /&gt;with such high arousal - ANGER/unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;crap really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-483176967436686233?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/483176967436686233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=483176967436686233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/483176967436686233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/483176967436686233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-bonkers.html' title='im bonkers'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-6830790315108537970</id><published>2007-03-31T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T23:36:42.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V.O.S - Look Into My Eyes And Tell Me</title><content type='html'>lyrics for my new blog song.&lt;br /&gt;love the song yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Look into My Eyes and Tell Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;translation by: eebyul (also credit: aheeyah.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think today will be very busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need to practice being by myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It seems that when tomorrow comes, things'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When shall we meet and talk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No, I want to see you right away but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Im afraid of the words of separation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Look into my eyes and tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me that you dont like me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why cant you look at me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its a lie, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We love each other right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cant it be by just that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fine.. even if you dont say anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know it all too well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think today will be painful for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need to go through the symptoms of separation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It seems that when tomorrow comes, things'll be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When I was on my way to meet you, I seemed so happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But in this moment, I hope time stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Look into my eyes and tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me that you dont like me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Why cant you look at me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its a lie, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We love each other right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cant it be by just that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fine.. even if you dont say anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I know it all too well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wont ever have another love like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Theres one thing I want to ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Did you really love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Did I treat you badly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Its not that is it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If I walk a few more steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;If I dont turn around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I need to let you go without any attachment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Good Bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-6830790315108537970?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/6830790315108537970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=6830790315108537970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6830790315108537970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6830790315108537970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/03/vos-look-into-my-eyes-and-tell-me.html' title='V.O.S - Look Into My Eyes And Tell Me'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-2763710038825564105</id><published>2007-03-24T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T03:33:59.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm homeee</title><content type='html'>finally the imc lecturer replied our email.&lt;br /&gt;and we got some slight changes. woot.&lt;br /&gt;not that major. so its okay....&lt;br /&gt;however.. my part wasn't commented. oh well~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;almost thought of meeting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Ace &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Zouk&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but i told him i'm bankrupt. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;i need to save for my holiday trip also mah!&lt;br /&gt;i think work is too stressed for him.&lt;br /&gt;so he is like enjoying all he could on Fridays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still i met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Steve &lt;/span&gt;for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;KTV &lt;/span&gt;in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;craziness. and no idea why always change car.&lt;br /&gt;its the third different car! -___-" open bank or what?&lt;br /&gt;anyways, the kbox at AMK was pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;i mean its brand new, so everything still FUNCTIONS.&lt;br /&gt;oh, i also wore my specs today.&lt;br /&gt;so he will stop complaining about my dry contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, and say i'm a vainpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i have to go bed.&lt;br /&gt;if not i'll be damn dead tml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;*exams during april.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;oh god, i wish time will just stop....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i hate exams man! especially this semester.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-2763710038825564105?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/2763710038825564105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=2763710038825564105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2763710038825564105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2763710038825564105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-homeee.html' title='i&apos;m homeee'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-2953602829133524473</id><published>2007-03-19T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:59:57.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>courtesy of stickgal.blogspot</title><content type='html'>I'm doing this every single day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rf5o3jfOkbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lYl61DYvPWg/s1600-h/61+false+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rf5o3jfOkbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lYl61DYvPWg/s400/61+false+front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043583936329847218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long can your false front last?&lt;br /&gt;When will that smile fade?&lt;br /&gt;Ha-HA. who knows.&lt;br /&gt;but i think I'm damn skilled LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriously...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz&lt;/strike&gt; f*@k YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rf5qeTfOkdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/J_NgmPhH-5E/s1600-h/99+sms.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rf5qeTfOkdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/J_NgmPhH-5E/s320/99+sms.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043585701561405906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i hate sms-es! ewwws.&lt;br /&gt;pukes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;mart`&lt;/span&gt; don't give me weird testimonials!&lt;br /&gt;i'll rip&lt;strike&gt;ped&lt;/strike&gt; you apart!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;*ARBISH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- sorry prissy for misunderstanding!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its not you!!!! really!!~!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;look at the picture, it's a GUY with 2 strands of hair. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-2953602829133524473?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/2953602829133524473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=2953602829133524473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2953602829133524473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2953602829133524473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/03/courtesy-of-stickgal.html' title='courtesy of stickgal.blogspot'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rf5o3jfOkbI/AAAAAAAAAPg/lYl61DYvPWg/s72-c/61+false+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7368652135861707140</id><published>2007-03-19T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:30:49.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheers</title><content type='html'>i just wanna laugh.&lt;br /&gt;when i hear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;mart`&lt;/span&gt; say.&lt;br /&gt;he is overworked, underpaid and lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;most Singaporeans are overworked, underpaid &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;LACK OF SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but well except those rich kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;they might not be underpaid, but i assume.&lt;br /&gt;at the rate of them spending their night time in clubs.&lt;br /&gt;they are definitely overworked and lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;LOL! i suppose &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;mart`&lt;/span&gt; is also one of those rich kiddos. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather free these few days.&lt;br /&gt;I've got no projects on hand!&lt;br /&gt;ok la, i lied. not NO projects.&lt;br /&gt;i mean i still have incomplete projects.&lt;br /&gt;but this week wasn't as hectic as previous.&lt;br /&gt;and i know my girls are spending all their time in/outside.&lt;br /&gt;dating, playing and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;prissy say we're gonna have fun when everything ends.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i missed the Sentosa trip earlier.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna missed it this time.&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;prissy &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;weeling &lt;/span&gt;don't bring the rain along.&lt;br /&gt;-__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;this song is damn addictive.&lt;br /&gt;it makes me think of...&lt;br /&gt;the past.&lt;br /&gt;but holla! its the end!&lt;br /&gt;over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7368652135861707140?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7368652135861707140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7368652135861707140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7368652135861707140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7368652135861707140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/03/cheers.html' title='cheers'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-8956478716663967367</id><published>2007-03-18T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T02:02:50.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>after few years.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still at the same spot.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know the impact was this huge.&lt;br /&gt;never too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-8956478716663967367?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/8956478716663967367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=8956478716663967367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8956478716663967367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8956478716663967367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-4454585805780079335</id><published>2007-03-15T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T01:05:19.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday &amp; Ladies Nite</title><content type='html'>i'll try to make it short.&lt;br /&gt;went to school on my bday for presentation.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really present well, i thought its one of my worse ever.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i didn't notice that my friends are planning a surprise for me.&lt;br /&gt;so as usual im sucha blur sotong.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't notice anything till they show me a cake right in my face.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;many thanks to my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflqBuIz6eI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Vw1NPa0nfdw/s1600-h/riecake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflqBuIz6eI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Vw1NPa0nfdw/s200/riecake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042177835615381986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflqLuIz6gI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PuAEcgQLEas/s1600-h/rieblow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflqLuIz6gI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/PuAEcgQLEas/s200/rieblow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042178007414073858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflqU-Iz6iI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FK0Yw3-MZh0/s1600-h/riecherry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflqU-Iz6iI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FK0Yw3-MZh0/s200/riecherry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042178166327863842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflqPeIz6hI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AwzMF1n3Ko4/s1600-h/riecherry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflqPeIz6hI/AAAAAAAAAMY/AwzMF1n3Ko4/s200/riecherry2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042178071838583314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we head off to kster.&lt;br /&gt;i sing quite badly with my horrible sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;weeling &lt;/span&gt;is damn amazing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we meet up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;prissy &lt;/span&gt;again at Clark Quay for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Prissy &lt;/span&gt;the tour guide asked us to eat the Hokkaido ice-cream first.&lt;br /&gt;and bcos of that my stomach starts churning -_-"&lt;br /&gt;hais, i really can't eat ice-cream, especially with an empty stomach&lt;br /&gt;then, we went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waraku &lt;/span&gt;for dinner..&lt;br /&gt;cos Sun with Moon wasn't opened yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rflr--Iz6jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/b6Gb607J-KM/s1600-h/warakumenu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rflr--Iz6jI/AAAAAAAAAMo/b6Gb607J-KM/s200/warakumenu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042179987393997362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflsNeIz6kI/AAAAAAAAAMw/hwLBsqFEAUQ/s1600-h/US.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflsNeIz6kI/AAAAAAAAAMw/hwLBsqFEAUQ/s200/US.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042180236502100546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rfltz-Iz6rI/AAAAAAAAANo/klc39YfjfaU/s1600-h/florfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rfltz-Iz6rI/AAAAAAAAANo/klc39YfjfaU/s200/florfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042181997438692018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RfltU-Iz6qI/AAAAAAAAANg/DWVNBqoYJuo/s1600-h/DSC01781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RfltU-Iz6qI/AAAAAAAAANg/DWVNBqoYJuo/s200/DSC01781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042181464862747298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RfltIOIz6pI/AAAAAAAAANY/t9VYDTFus7s/s1600-h/ongfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RfltIOIz6pI/AAAAAAAAANY/t9VYDTFus7s/s200/ongfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042181245819415186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RfltCeIz6oI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3z7sHVc92uA/s1600-h/prisfood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RfltCeIz6oI/AAAAAAAAANQ/3z7sHVc92uA/s200/prisfood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042181147035167362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rfls1-Iz6mI/AAAAAAAAANA/HO7_x6Dy3aA/s1600-h/riefood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rfls1-Iz6mI/AAAAAAAAANA/HO7_x6Dy3aA/s200/riefood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042180932286802530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rfls8-Iz6nI/AAAAAAAAANI/EZgGYIIeZlc/s1600-h/jofood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rfls8-Iz6nI/AAAAAAAAANI/EZgGYIIeZlc/s200/jofood.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042181052545886834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflvNeIz6tI/AAAAAAAAAN4/sBNSZLg_yWc/s1600-h/ongprisful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflvNeIz6tI/AAAAAAAAAN4/sBNSZLg_yWc/s200/ongprisful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042183535036984018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflvGuIz6sI/AAAAAAAAANw/kddsgO1yQc8/s1600-h/florjorie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflvGuIz6sI/AAAAAAAAANw/kddsgO1yQc8/s200/florjorie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042183419072867010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we make quite a scene.&lt;br /&gt;lol. complaining here and there.&lt;br /&gt;and switching tables. =P&lt;br /&gt;seriously the food portions are DAMN HUGE LAH.&lt;br /&gt;so for guys, you can definitely visit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Waraku &lt;/span&gt;to fit your huge stomachs.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to Singapore river.&lt;br /&gt;for games and some chats.&lt;br /&gt;really exhausted at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;somemore before i went home.&lt;br /&gt;i went to mac to buy food for my sister with my stomach feeling extremely unwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next,we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Clinic&lt;/span&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It's a little crazy, with the games, drinks etc.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Christina &lt;/span&gt;called me.&lt;br /&gt;so after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Joanne &amp; Christen &lt;/span&gt;left earlier,&lt;br /&gt;we joined &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Christina &lt;/span&gt;and her friends to continue partying at mos.&lt;br /&gt;pictures taken at mos are all with Christina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflxpeIz6uI/AAAAAAAAAOA/X0eA7FNK_j0/s1600-h/coupons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflxpeIz6uI/AAAAAAAAAOA/X0eA7FNK_j0/s200/coupons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042186215096576738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rflx0-Iz6vI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0zMjxtfRFxs/s1600-h/drinks2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rflx0-Iz6vI/AAAAAAAAAOI/0zMjxtfRFxs/s200/drinks2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042186412665072370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the free coupons given by The Clinic.&lt;br /&gt;5 per person. so we have got like 25 coupons i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflyNuIz60I/AAAAAAAAAOw/QHcF01lMORQ/s1600-h/jochris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflyNuIz60I/AAAAAAAAAOw/QHcF01lMORQ/s200/jochris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042186837866834754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rflx6OIz6wI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/g0YJQ_bmrP8/s1600-h/drinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rflx6OIz6wI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/g0YJQ_bmrP8/s200/drinks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042186502859385602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflyAuIz6xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/mIU-1v3VYm8/s1600-h/fluflor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflyAuIz6xI/AAAAAAAAAOY/mIU-1v3VYm8/s200/fluflor2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042186614528535314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflyFuIz6yI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9WGBY8Km4v4/s1600-h/fulflor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflyFuIz6yI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9WGBY8Km4v4/s200/fulflor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042186700427881250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Black &amp; Mdm Wong wore tube dress lehs!&lt;br /&gt;there Simone, now you can see Fulvia all you want. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflySeIz61I/AAAAAAAAAO4/NErorxR2kKU/s1600-h/riejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflySeIz61I/AAAAAAAAAO4/NErorxR2kKU/s200/riejo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042186919471213394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflyWuIz62I/AAAAAAAAAPA/JYCWH8f3-5M/s1600-h/riejoful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflyWuIz62I/AAAAAAAAAPA/JYCWH8f3-5M/s200/riejoful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042186992485657442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, jo, mdm wong, as you can see jo is burning red. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflybOIz63I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Um66wSU07aM/s1600-h/superpeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflybOIz63I/AAAAAAAAAPI/Um66wSU07aM/s200/superpeople.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042187069795068786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflyJuIz6zI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cAd_aICIM2w/s1600-h/Group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflyJuIz6zI/AAAAAAAAAOo/cAd_aICIM2w/s200/Group.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042186769147358002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us, playing the superman game. i mean super-person.&lt;br /&gt;and, picture taken with Christina friends.&lt;br /&gt;Christina, Fulvia, Rie, Flor, Joy, Fran.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea where other people go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly i msg-ed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jiecong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and EVEN more surprised he replied.&lt;br /&gt;so he went down to mos from zouk.&lt;br /&gt;we had a lil crazy chat for i have no idea how long.&lt;br /&gt;and went home together since he stay so freaking near my place.&lt;br /&gt;but i seriously thought he stay in JURONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'm really tired.&lt;br /&gt;and i finally found a song for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;it was introduced by mr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Jiecong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's kinda bitter sweet, and i liked it..&lt;br /&gt;here goes the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Especially when I have to watch other people kissin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;And I remember when you started callin' me your miss's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;All the play fightin', all the flirtatious disses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I dont why I trusted you but I knew that I could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dreams, Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Of when we had just started things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dreams of you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It seems, It seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;That I can't shake those memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I wonder if you have the same dreams too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The littlest things that take me there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I know it sounds lame but its so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I know its not right, but it seems unfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;That the things are reminding me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Sometimes I wish we could just pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Even if for only one weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So come on, Tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Is this the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Drinkin' tea in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Watching DVD's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;When I discovered all your dirty grotty magazines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;You take me out shopping and all we'd buy is trainers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;As if we ever needed anything to entertain us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;the first time that you introduced me to your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;and you could tell I was nervous, so you held my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;when I was feeling down, you made that face you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;no one in the world that could replace you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dreams, Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Of when we had just started things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Dreams of me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;It seems, It seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;That I can't shake those memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I wonder if you feel the same way too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;The littlest things that take me there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I know it sounds lame but its so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I know its not right, but it seems unfair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;That the things remind me of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Sometimes I wish we could just pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Even if for only one weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;So come on, Tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Is this the end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-4454585805780079335?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/4454585805780079335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=4454585805780079335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4454585805780079335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4454585805780079335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/03/bday-ladies-nite.html' title='Bday &amp; Ladies Nite'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RflqBuIz6eI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Vw1NPa0nfdw/s72-c/riecake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-8814695869216450881</id><published>2007-03-12T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T08:07:09.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm officially 21!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, sorry. I mean 18. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm a lousy liar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-8814695869216450881?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/8814695869216450881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=8814695869216450881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8814695869216450881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8814695869216450881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/03/what.html' title='what?!'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-2332031338690308105</id><published>2007-03-06T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:43:20.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i'm dead</title><content type='html'>want to know whats been happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my uncle, our closet kin passed away&lt;br /&gt;- attending funeral everyday till late nights&lt;br /&gt;- my aunt fainted at the funeral and almost.....&lt;br /&gt;- I'm so worried that my aunt will have a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;- i finished eating my medicine, but I'm still sick&lt;br /&gt;- i have 5 school projects yet to clear&lt;br /&gt;- i have presentation on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;- my school mates thinks its funny and played a prank on me and got me pissed&lt;br /&gt;- my sister doings becomes my fault and got me scolded&lt;br /&gt;- my parents are in such bad situation, i think they want to slap each other.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm annoyed, pissed and upset everyday.&lt;br /&gt;- at home upset, at school pissed, at funeral get scolded,&lt;br /&gt;- when finally when I'm at home, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DO PROJECTS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only say.&lt;br /&gt;i need to do project.&lt;br /&gt;ciaos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-2332031338690308105?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/2332031338690308105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=2332031338690308105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2332031338690308105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2332031338690308105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-wish-im-dead.html' title='i wish i&apos;m dead'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7611451188147954691</id><published>2007-02-24T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T04:23:08.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chinese new year</title><content type='html'>went prissy place during chu 3.&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Fulvie, flor, jo, weeling, prissy, alvin, patrick&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;each of us bought/made/cook some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rd9LLPu5piI/AAAAAAAAALs/Qez5Oi8kEUQ/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rd9LLPu5piI/AAAAAAAAALs/Qez5Oi8kEUQ/s200/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034825564997396002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we have Roasted Chicken, Tuna Sandwich, Nuggets, beehoon &amp; mee made specially by chef ong, fish balls, veggie with bacon dipper and mango pudding.&lt;br /&gt;those who cook/made, are really good. wife in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i also went to watch Just Follow Law.&lt;br /&gt;Fann is damn cute lah!&lt;br /&gt;Gumit is good too.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, all laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;im moving further and further.&lt;br /&gt;especially for SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;i never even attend meeting.&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm sleeping my day away.&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why, during school days..&lt;br /&gt;i will feel extremely tired.&lt;br /&gt;and i tend to need more sleep than usual.&lt;br /&gt;arghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to start going through the forecast calculations.&lt;br /&gt;i know nuts about it. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;*don't ever let anyone walk all over you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;BITE them.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7611451188147954691?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7611451188147954691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7611451188147954691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7611451188147954691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7611451188147954691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='chinese new year'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rd9LLPu5piI/AAAAAAAAALs/Qez5Oi8kEUQ/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7564302509204882895</id><published>2007-02-16T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T23:16:59.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you i do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Never met a man quite like you&lt;br /&gt;Doin all you can, makin my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;You're strong and you're smart&lt;br /&gt;You've taken my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I'll give you the rest of me too&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect man for me&lt;br /&gt;I love you I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm I love ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never felt, quite like this&lt;br /&gt;Good about myself&lt;br /&gt;From my very first kiss&lt;br /&gt;I'm here when you call&lt;br /&gt;You've got it all&lt;br /&gt;And confidence like I never knew&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect man for me&lt;br /&gt;I love you I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a charm&lt;br /&gt;You simply disarm me every time&lt;br /&gt;As long as you drive&lt;br /&gt;I'm along for the ride, your way,&lt;br /&gt;I said it before,&lt;br /&gt;There won't be a door that's closed to us&lt;br /&gt;I'm puttin all my trust in you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you, you'll always be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never could have known&lt;br /&gt;This would be&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, you and you alone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;All for me.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're the best, you've past every test&lt;br /&gt;It's almost too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect man for me, I love you I do.&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect man for me, I love you I dooooooooooooooo!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7564302509204882895?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7564302509204882895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7564302509204882895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7564302509204882895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7564302509204882895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-you-i-do.html' title='Love you i do'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-1015222378435832525</id><published>2007-02-13T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:18:21.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nicknames</title><content type='html'>ya dearest &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;SIMONE LAI SIMIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asked me to blog. so HERE I AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she make me remember all those funny nicknames..&lt;br /&gt;that we used to have during poly days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how it started from i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;mcky&lt;/span&gt;'s dao lao po.&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;simone&lt;/span&gt;'s the xiao lao po.&lt;br /&gt;in short form, he just call us "Da De" and "Xiao De".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mcky &lt;/span&gt;also love to call us "Ah Liu" &amp; "Ah Lai".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,i have no idea why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;mcky &lt;/span&gt;give us all these weird nicknames.&lt;br /&gt;it really funny, and ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;but i do miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss calling them by their full names so they will pay extra attention to me.&lt;br /&gt;and how ridiculous when i got the same password as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;mcky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;because our IC numbers are so identical, only the last number and alphabet is different.&lt;br /&gt;EVEN our admin card is one number away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RdG4RS3rUGI/AAAAAAAAALM/nH5h8OVzodQ/s1600-h/IMAGE018.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RdG4RS3rUGI/AAAAAAAAALM/nH5h8OVzodQ/s320/IMAGE018.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031004866012205154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;please ignore these horrifying faces. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i freaking miss nyp, my class, my friends. SOBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..&lt;br /&gt;Happy Vday Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;ps: eric oppa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-1015222378435832525?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/1015222378435832525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=1015222378435832525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1015222378435832525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1015222378435832525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/02/nicknames.html' title='nicknames'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RdG4RS3rUGI/AAAAAAAAALM/nH5h8OVzodQ/s72-c/IMAGE018.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-3393219009111614725</id><published>2007-02-12T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T00:55:48.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamgirls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RdB9wC3rUFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zfBpyzSaoAc/s1600-h/dreamgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RdB9wC3rUFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zfBpyzSaoAc/s320/dreamgirls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030659048130433106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. at the rate of 300kb/s&lt;br /&gt;i finally get to see my dreamgirls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;beyonce &lt;/span&gt;is super gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why is she so charismatic &amp; gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Jennifer Hudson&lt;/span&gt;'s singing....&lt;br /&gt;damn amazing. Gosh seriously how can they sing like that?!&lt;br /&gt;I think her rendition of "And I'm Telling You"&lt;br /&gt;is super heart breaking, and you can feel the sadness from her voice.&lt;br /&gt;I'm damn touched by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Jamie Foxx&lt;/span&gt; when he acted in "Ray".&lt;br /&gt;But for dreamgirls, i think he is one selfish guy.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, hate his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't really bother much about the storyline.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just listening to their singing.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i think many will feel kinda bored if they hate movies like "Chicago".&lt;br /&gt;i always like musical kind of story, so its fine with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;nicole kidman&lt;/span&gt; is still my best! Moulin Rouge~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;*jump off to project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-3393219009111614725?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/3393219009111614725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=3393219009111614725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3393219009111614725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/3393219009111614725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/02/dreamgirls.html' title='dreamgirls'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RdB9wC3rUFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zfBpyzSaoAc/s72-c/dreamgirls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-2232411546446697432</id><published>2007-02-11T06:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T06:40:16.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy</title><content type='html'>I've been extremely busy over school work.&lt;br /&gt;and also hanging out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i went bugis numerous times.&lt;br /&gt;met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;tasha &lt;/span&gt;&amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Jo &lt;/span&gt;for some quick bite &amp; Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Mcky &lt;/span&gt;and managed to get a cheaper fashion cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5I-y3rUBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xxCkVYy6yT4/s1600-h/me06Feb07%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5I-y3rUBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xxCkVYy6yT4/s200/me06Feb07%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030038077463810066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i love my cap!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school.&lt;br /&gt;waited for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Prissy&lt;/span&gt;'s friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;weisheng &lt;/span&gt;to join us for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;went to the Chinese Restaurant near SIM..&lt;br /&gt;together with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Weeling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Prissy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Florence&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Fulvia &lt;/span&gt;&amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Weisheng&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;spend 140 dollars for the course meal of i think 8 dishes.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't try all the dishes, but it was not bad.&lt;br /&gt;pictures all with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;florenceeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5G_C3rT_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/OmOs42f1x70/s1600-h/Image01v0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5G_C3rT_I/AAAAAAAAAJk/OmOs42f1x70/s200/Image01v0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030035882735521778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5G2C3rT-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/MztItvPIUkE/s1600-h/Image01v01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5G2C3rT-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/MztItvPIUkE/s200/Image01v01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030035728116699106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sometimes i think im a little too fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;tasha &lt;/span&gt;to visit Prestat in Raffles.&lt;br /&gt;went for dinner at magic wok.&lt;br /&gt;really missed those poly days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;tasha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;zaid &lt;/span&gt;and many many others to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;momo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;spend all my energy dancing like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;min &lt;/span&gt;ask why we're so hyper today..&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY! we never club since so long ago!&lt;br /&gt;we're just stressed up and tired of school &amp; work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5DmS3rT6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/1D3ba0KKZl8/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5DmS3rT6I/AAAAAAAAAI8/1D3ba0KKZl8/s200/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030032158998876066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the couples...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5FPS3rT7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/sG0WPvc96og/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5FPS3rT7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/sG0WPvc96og/s200/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030033962885140402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;this lady sing damn well. charisma x 100.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5FgC3rT8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Zi63brl0Ty8/s1600-h/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5FgC3rT8I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Zi63brl0Ty8/s200/Image018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030034250647949250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;we're in the toilet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5F1S3rT9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZxrzFkxY1b0/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5F1S3rT9I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZxrzFkxY1b0/s200/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030034615720169426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;super tired, with my messed up hair + fringe + cap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and equally messed up tasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: Thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Zaid &lt;/span&gt;for the fetch home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pss: some people are just too free to eavesdrop on others &amp; like to make a mountain out of a molehill. i can't blame them really, cos that's the only thing they're good at. seriously shame on you and your huge mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;sherri, ko-ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-2232411546446697432?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/2232411546446697432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=2232411546446697432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2232411546446697432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2232411546446697432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/02/busy-busy.html' title='busy busy'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rc5I-y3rUBI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/xxCkVYy6yT4/s72-c/me06Feb07%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-2694726639675387004</id><published>2007-02-03T04:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T05:11:43.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madness</title><content type='html'>i know i wasn't suppose to blog at this hour (5am).&lt;br /&gt;when i have to wake up at 7am for school.&lt;br /&gt;but, i just.......... Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping earlier till almost midnight.&lt;br /&gt;AND bought...&lt;br /&gt;3 bags, 5 t-shirts, 3 tops, 2 long 1 short&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of jeans, and a cap!&lt;br /&gt;i still have to get my Topshop long sleeve top..&lt;br /&gt;a black pants, black shorts.&lt;br /&gt;and at least 2 pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe another cap! (its never enough arghs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the crazy shopping.&lt;br /&gt;we wanted to take Nightrider home.&lt;br /&gt;but since we couldn't find any, we HIKE over to esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;its freaking far, and we actually missed the first 1N bus.&lt;br /&gt;cos, the driver just drove past without checking.&lt;br /&gt;SUCKS. if i board the 1st 1N bus i will reach home at 2-3am.&lt;br /&gt;BUT because of that stupid driver, i end up reaching home at 4am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, btw.&lt;br /&gt;before we walk off to Esplanade.&lt;br /&gt;this tourist actually got lost and couldn't find his hotel.&lt;br /&gt;so we managed to bring him back to his hotel,&lt;br /&gt;even when i'm such a road idiot.&lt;br /&gt;and since we actually guide him around,&lt;br /&gt;he volunteer to help me carry my stuff. (sounds dangerous)&lt;br /&gt;and he also left his contact number,&lt;br /&gt;saying if we ever visit his country he will show us around..&lt;br /&gt;since he is a tour guide over there.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i know we should beware of strangers.&lt;br /&gt;but he just have the "I'm decent" aura.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just gullible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, i need a holiday break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;B-A-D-L-Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-2694726639675387004?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/2694726639675387004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=2694726639675387004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2694726639675387004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2694726639675387004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/02/madness.html' title='madness'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-1437187947871560562</id><published>2007-02-01T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T00:48:39.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swollen eye</title><content type='html'>i got a swollen right eye.&lt;br /&gt;not very serious but a little painful.&lt;br /&gt;i was excited to get my specs.&lt;br /&gt;but due to some freaking bad quality situations.&lt;br /&gt;i have to wait for few more days......&lt;br /&gt;and i dunno how long i can continue wearing contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;since half the time i'm rubbing my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;and wasn't ABLE to look without blinking my eyes like ZILLION TIMES.&lt;br /&gt;oh well. hopefully my specs will come back in good condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i went around town, CBD area last few days.&lt;br /&gt;trying to conquer all boutique chocolatiers.&lt;br /&gt;and the sight of chocolates really make me wanna puke.&lt;br /&gt;vivocity is a little too big for humans to walk.&lt;br /&gt;its huge and wasting so much land. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Fulvia&lt;/span&gt;'s dad fetch me back to bishan.&lt;br /&gt;and i carried this stupid A4 box home.&lt;br /&gt;with my swollen red eyes + an A4 box.&lt;br /&gt;i definitely look like i just got sacked.&lt;br /&gt;so its pretty embarrassing...&lt;br /&gt;but i end up laughing at myself on the train.&lt;br /&gt;which i think my actions make it even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i opened my mailbox today.&lt;br /&gt;and surprisingly i got this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;postcard&lt;/span&gt; from mr &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;zhihao&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i'm super touched that he remember what i posted before.&lt;br /&gt;about the postcard collection thingy.&lt;br /&gt;he went Beijing earlier this week..&lt;br /&gt;and he send me a postcard right from Beijing!&lt;br /&gt;oh thanks brother! &gt;.&lt; that was like so sweet LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RcIXumeGTAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/N35UfzbX-HA/s1600-h/postcard2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RcIXumeGTAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/N35UfzbX-HA/s200/postcard2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026606223467105282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RcIXW2eGS_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/80z-BQ5oqWs/s1600-h/postcard1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RcIXW2eGS_I/AAAAAAAAAIk/80z-BQ5oqWs/s200/postcard1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026605815445212146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more postcards to come..i hope. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;lovely lovely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ciaos~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-1437187947871560562?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/1437187947871560562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=1437187947871560562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1437187947871560562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1437187947871560562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/02/swollen-eye.html' title='swollen eye'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RcIXumeGTAI/AAAAAAAAAIs/N35UfzbX-HA/s72-c/postcard2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-2689347082351214139</id><published>2007-01-27T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T20:31:02.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new specs</title><content type='html'>school wasn't GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;ended up borrowing $$ from Andrew to pay the cab!&lt;br /&gt;and, i tried calling my 5 friends.&lt;br /&gt;none of them pick up their phone.....&lt;br /&gt;oh well... thanks Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, i stared at my lecturer today.&lt;br /&gt;shit now the whole world knows I'm fierce.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, went to make a new specs.&lt;br /&gt;since my mum been bugging me to get one.&lt;br /&gt;when my specs arrive on weds,&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear it to school, cos my eyes are very tired from wearing contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;especially during morning lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm damn tired.&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-2689347082351214139?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/2689347082351214139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=2689347082351214139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2689347082351214139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2689347082351214139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-specs.html' title='new specs'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-9095609776700001015</id><published>2007-01-24T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:55:58.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i really hate projects</title><content type='html'>i woke up pretty late for project meeting today.&lt;br /&gt;i slept at 7am, as i'm watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;The Painted Veil&lt;/span&gt;, i suppose it was showing in the theaters now.&lt;br /&gt;i like the story, it lasted around 2 hrs 15 minutes? and usually i will be damn bored halfway through, which i obviously did NOT. somehow, i think the story would be even nicer if its longer =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Idiocracy&lt;/span&gt;, this movie was STUPID x 100 to the core.&lt;br /&gt;if its gonna show in Singapore, please don't waste your $.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Pan's Labyrinth&lt;/span&gt;, i watched this cos they say its gory.&lt;br /&gt;which is a LIE. its not gory, and i don't get the story at all!&lt;br /&gt;well maybe, i'm half asleep since i don't even remember the ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;The pursuit of happiness&lt;/span&gt;, the movie just makes me think.&lt;br /&gt;when you have no money, practically everyone leaves you. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;and of cos, success is when you don't give up holding on to your faith. theres this part &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;will smith&lt;/span&gt; said "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I remember thinking; how did he know to put the pursuit part in there. That maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; happiness is something we can only pursue, and maybe actually we can never have it, no matter what. How did he know that?&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;not say fantastic, but still acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres still many more, nothing really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for harry potter and maybe spider man?&lt;br /&gt;the movies these days, are boring enough to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;went out today for project meeting.&lt;br /&gt;with my 5 lovely team mates.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously hate the modules this year.&lt;br /&gt;boring, and difficult to understand. freakout.&lt;br /&gt;especially when the lecturer pick an industry that is counted minor in our country, the info available was PATHETIC. Worse still, i don't even know anything much about that industry. Since i don't like chocolate, i know nothing about chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why i feel so busy when school just started not log ago. im practically doing research everyday and i hate it. its damn annoying when you couldn't find any relevant informations. sucks really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go into madness, burning my brain off. i have started to plan with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Fulvia &lt;/span&gt;to go swimming every wednesday, probably to relax my nerves and stop it from burning. Hopefully, the rest would join us then we will have lots of fun. I'm also interested in jogging on sundays and also the body toning classes Fulvia mentioned earlier. And i seriously like the thought of playing badminton every week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it sound a little crazy, but its just a sudden urge to exercise. I seriously wanted to do some exercising to release stress, and i wanna do it before the urge goes off. Then it will be empty talk again. And all this exercising thing kinda makes me miss those days when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Renhui &lt;/span&gt;always ask me to play badminton. cos its like damn fun L-A-H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, exercising aside. i went to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Botak Jones&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;Prissy&lt;/span&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Alvin&lt;/span&gt;. its crowded and i almost puke due to the large portions. you won't believe how a skinny Alvin can managed to clear almost 2 plates of botak jones. its okay if he can eat that much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the problem is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can he be skinny when he eat that much!?&lt;br /&gt;that's how unfair life gets, some people can just choke themselves with food and not be fat. while others have to eat veggies all their life and still remain fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RbeGolj5HSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QzrwpheYoBM/s1600-h/Image024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RbeGolj5HSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QzrwpheYoBM/s200/Image024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023631941190622498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RbeGXVj5HRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/czzhbf0jRs0/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RbeGXVj5HRI/AAAAAAAAAIM/czzhbf0jRs0/s200/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023631644837879058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- *BOOM*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-9095609776700001015?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/9095609776700001015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=9095609776700001015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/9095609776700001015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/9095609776700001015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-really-hate-projects.html' title='i really hate projects'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RbeGolj5HSI/AAAAAAAAAIU/QzrwpheYoBM/s72-c/Image024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7322640940867387562</id><published>2007-01-20T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:41:17.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cat eat fish</title><content type='html'>what have i been up to?&lt;br /&gt;school projects are starting to flow in.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm NOT ready for it. arghs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also went for my hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;shorter fringe, and way thinner hair.&lt;br /&gt;i almost wanted to cut more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Fulvia &lt;/span&gt;&amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;'s fringe is way shorter than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Fulvia &lt;/span&gt;looked cuter, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo &lt;/span&gt;look super cool with the biker chic hair.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Flo &lt;/span&gt;got a new parting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also went chomp chomp for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Flo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Fulvia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RbIFK0VuqtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/f5NMWfUwEHc/s1600-h/Image022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 130px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RbIFK0VuqtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/f5NMWfUwEHc/s200/Image022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022082217878137554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RbIFf0VuquI/AAAAAAAAAHk/29loArRvyqI/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 130px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RbIFf0VuquI/AAAAAAAAAHk/29loArRvyqI/s200/Image023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022082578655390434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Flo&lt;/span&gt;'s bf for giving us a lift.&lt;br /&gt;they're been together for almost 6 years. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wah wah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think they might get married 6 yrs later. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wah wah wah wah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very amazing to me, cos this will never ever happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also met up with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tasha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl with the most interesting life ever.&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Balcony &lt;/span&gt;again cos other places are practically full.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't like the upper level area, its in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;and they bug you to order because they're out of menus.&lt;br /&gt;i still remember the first level was full of cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;what a horrible place indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RbIJ7kVuqwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/go8eA38OAB0/s1600-h/Image014f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 130px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RbIJ7kVuqwI/AAAAAAAAAH0/go8eA38OAB0/s200/Image014f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022087453443271426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RbIJrUVuqvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_lTtORm-zME/s1600-h/Image015f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 130px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RbIJrUVuqvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/_lTtORm-zME/s200/Image015f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022087174270397170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;my memory is failing me.&lt;br /&gt;PLUS my headache is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;critical..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Jo &lt;/span&gt;should have experienced my sudden short term memory.&lt;br /&gt;was it due to not having enough sleep?&lt;br /&gt;but i did sleep actually, and i keep asking the same question and forget tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;OH SHUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;BLESS ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7322640940867387562?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7322640940867387562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7322640940867387562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7322640940867387562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7322640940867387562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/01/cat-eat-fish.html' title='cat eat fish'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RbIFK0VuqtI/AAAAAAAAAHc/f5NMWfUwEHc/s72-c/Image022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-7158588881024019170</id><published>2007-01-16T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:34:28.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much time to spare?</title><content type='html'>besides sleeping more than i supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;and visiting school once every alternate days. =x&lt;br /&gt;going out for k-session, pool, makan.&lt;br /&gt;and soon gonna go cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still left with adequate time for me to be chef liu. lol.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, not really good enough, but just bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rax610VuqpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bXad38Souno/s1600-h/Image019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rax610VuqpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bXad38Souno/s200/Image019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020522749612698258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rax7VEVuqqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uNKeeNaaZKQ/s1600-h/Image021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 149px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rax7VEVuqqI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uNKeeNaaZKQ/s200/Image021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020523286483610274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rax8HEVuqrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-whBcIp9sx4/s1600-h/Image025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 148px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rax8HEVuqrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-whBcIp9sx4/s200/Image025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020524145477069490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rax8tkVuqsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c2zcZoK0R1o/s1600-h/Image026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 148px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rax8tkVuqsI/AAAAAAAAAHE/c2zcZoK0R1o/s200/Image026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020524806902033090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pan pizza&lt;/span&gt;. made from scratch, from the stupid dough. and adding the ingredients. super tiring.&lt;br /&gt;i forgot my favourite &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;black olive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;the chocolate cake, by the time i took the picture. it's 1/4 left.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, the mushroom omelette.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so BO-LIAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i wonder how long i can endure living with my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;her pms is like 100 times worse than normal being.&lt;br /&gt;i almost feel like strangling myself. oh god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-7158588881024019170?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/7158588881024019170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=7158588881024019170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7158588881024019170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/7158588881024019170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/01/too-much-time-to-spare.html' title='too much time to spare?'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/Rax610VuqpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/bXad38Souno/s72-c/Image019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-1747501487120095162</id><published>2007-01-10T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:32:36.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in need of sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RaUCBkVuqnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UoN8X89XSic/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RaUCBkVuqnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UoN8X89XSic/s200/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018419585732225650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school been really boring&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't really attend lessons&lt;br /&gt;basically I'm playing instead.&lt;br /&gt;and wasting money of course.&lt;br /&gt;paying my 6k school fees, cab fares&lt;br /&gt;and spending hundreds for books again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, went &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Fulvia&lt;/span&gt;'s place right after lesson&lt;br /&gt;for mahjong session, all because of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;prissy&lt;/span&gt;'s idea.&lt;br /&gt;so the 5 of us ended up playing mahjong till 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;and yes they forgotten to open red wine that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RaT_vkVuqkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0_2ic9m6fRs/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RaT_vkVuqkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/0_2ic9m6fRs/s200/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018417077471324738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, we went to ktv right after class.&lt;br /&gt;we end up in Chinatown from 2-7pm.&lt;br /&gt;had lots of crazy singing and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Fulvia &lt;/span&gt;couldn't join us due to work&lt;br /&gt;but we did lots of voice &amp; video recording.&lt;br /&gt;so we can "share" our fun with her hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RaUAu0VuqlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/54_LeNbLx0Q/s1600-h/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RaUAu0VuqlI/AAAAAAAAAF4/54_LeNbLx0Q/s200/Image010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018418164098050642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RaUBCEVuqmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uuVA_L7n3p4/s1600-h/Image015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RaUBCEVuqmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uuVA_L7n3p4/s200/Image015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018418494810532450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have the video with me.&lt;br /&gt;and we're so busy singing we never take any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm way too tired...&lt;br /&gt;pardon me, i know this entry is crap.&lt;br /&gt;gonna rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sherri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-1747501487120095162?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/1747501487120095162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=1747501487120095162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1747501487120095162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1747501487120095162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2007/01/in-need-of-sleep.html' title='in need of sleep'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RaUCBkVuqnI/AAAAAAAAAGI/UoN8X89XSic/s72-c/Image009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-6474939776643538178</id><published>2006-12-31T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T04:42:36.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the arrival of a brand new year</title><content type='html'>one celebration after another.&lt;br /&gt;new year is approaching again.&lt;br /&gt;here comes 2007, time really just go by so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna turn 21 next year,&lt;br /&gt;and soon i got to step into the society to work.&lt;br /&gt;and be more responsible haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was chatting with my spanish friend online.&lt;br /&gt;he reminded me of how people in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; celebrate their new year.&lt;br /&gt;He say, in Madrid, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;´s capital,&lt;br /&gt;there is a &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Puerta del Sol tower clock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; right in the center.&lt;br /&gt;When the clock starts to strike 12 at midnight&lt;br /&gt;people in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will start to eat a grape on each stroke.&lt;br /&gt;so 12 chimes, one grape each.&lt;br /&gt;Just like eating 12 grapes, each a second apart.&lt;br /&gt;which is, rather impossible i suppose. lol&lt;br /&gt;how can you finish eating 12 grapes in 12 seconds?&lt;br /&gt;but it was kinda fun to welcome a new year with a mouthful of grapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grapes are thought to bring good luck and happiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ONLY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you managed to finish eating the 12 grapes within 12 seconds of cos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RZbNVc6NJzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/b4KsjlBRJ00/s1600-h/1879250-Puerta_del_Sol-Madrid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014421003544897330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RZbNVc6NJzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/b4KsjlBRJ00/s200/1879250-Puerta_del_Sol-Madrid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh well, i better prepare my 12 grapes.&lt;br /&gt;haha, who knows, i might finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and i will have a better year! lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;great year ahead fellas, cheerios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- sherri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-6474939776643538178?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/6474939776643538178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=6474939776643538178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6474939776643538178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6474939776643538178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2006/12/arrival-of-brand-new-year.html' title='the arrival of a brand new year'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RZbNVc6NJzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/b4KsjlBRJ00/s72-c/1879250-Puerta_del_Sol-Madrid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-518427931873780807</id><published>2006-12-26T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:19:57.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>i had a really confusing day yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling unpleasantly upset by many stuff and i almost pissed half of those people on my msn. which i really want to apologize about that.  i wasn't just upset about some stuff that humans already know, I'm upset about many others that i kept it to myself. so normally humans might just think, I'm overreacting on an issue that ain't that great, but the case is there is more than what meets the eye. Baaa. lolx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but right after, i end up laughing through out the night.&lt;br /&gt;it happen when I'm waiting for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Steve &lt;/span&gt;to come over my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;  he was supposed to reach my place at around 1am+,&lt;br /&gt;but he disappeared suddenly and never pick up my calls.&lt;br /&gt;so i just thought maybe he fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; i ended up chatting with my sister in the living room. after like 1 hr later, we notice that my sister's bf was missing too. as an hour ago he was supposed to be bathing, but he didn't came back. so my sister went to the kitchen and started bursting out in laughter. i went along, and i saw my sister's bf sleeping on the kitchen floor. he was so tired, that he fall asleep on the kitchen floor - amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; 2am+, i was chatting online, and i thought I'm chatting with someone else. but it ended up that i got the wrong window, and I'm actually chatting with Steve. he was telling me he fell asleep, but I'm practically oblivious towards what he said and continue to flood him telling him, about "my friend" that went missing in the rain. it took me awhile to notice I'm talking to Steve about Steve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; my sister bf was bathing halfway when my grandma needs to use the toilet. so he came out half naked with a towel. and all 3 of us were like laughing and staring at him while he run towards the bedroom. &gt;.&lt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Steve&lt;/span&gt; came &amp; we head to McD to get food for my sister &amp;amp; bf. Steve tried to act gentleman and kept saying that he bring an umbrella so that i won't get drenched and stuff like tat, its so funny cos he look weird with it and he wasn't used to sheltering somebody with an umbrella. the McD trip was quite stupid, and we gave so much trouble to the person at the counter. but it was all laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;and i end up being too happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i told Steve that i want to visit different towns of many different countries, and within those towns i will buy postcards from the souvenirs stores and wrote down the experience/thoughts i have in the town and mail it back home. i hope i will eventually get a huge box full of postcards, with the stamp "air-mail". it would be even better if I'm the one receiving those postcards from somebody else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;- this entry was suppose to be a lil funny, but sadly I'm bad at storytelling. boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sherri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-518427931873780807?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/518427931873780807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=518427931873780807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/518427931873780807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/518427931873780807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2006/12/rollercoaster.html' title='rollercoaster'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-9016833597512658889</id><published>2006-12-25T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T05:49:43.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merrrrry x'mas</title><content type='html'>its 5am! goodness.&lt;br /&gt;and I've just gotten home.&lt;br /&gt;i went town in sleepy mode with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then watched "The Holiday" with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nice la, go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;even though &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ace &lt;/span&gt;has a serious issue with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jude Law&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I still think he is charming, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cameron Diaz &lt;/span&gt;has such lovely blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jack Black&lt;/span&gt; is way too odd in the movie, his eyebrows just ain't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i also saw &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Renhui &lt;/span&gt;somewhere in Cineleisure.&lt;br /&gt;she went town scoping around to see her bf that is on duty.&lt;br /&gt;how sweet, and the sms she shown me. sweet dude. I'm happy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm glad i stayed away from the....&lt;br /&gt;spray craze outside Wisma.&lt;br /&gt;which my sister describe it as...&lt;br /&gt;once u leave a building, zombies will start chasing after you.&lt;br /&gt;and to avoid them, you can only leave at dawn. lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tiredddd.&lt;br /&gt;i need sleep.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RY7v586NJyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iVqFojNfEfU/s1600-h/Image0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RY7v586NJyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iVqFojNfEfU/s200/Image0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012207214191781666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask why i took it in the  kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;anyway just took it randomly for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RY7uq86NJxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VM46J54HuQM/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RY7uq86NJxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/VM46J54HuQM/s200/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012205856982116114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the CROWDS in town.&lt;br /&gt;its horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;especially to those...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;- with shit duties on x'mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;- that got exams around the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;- that just got back to Singapore from business trips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;- and those way far in U.S, HK, Spain,  Australia,  blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;- sherri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-9016833597512658889?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/9016833597512658889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=9016833597512658889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/9016833597512658889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/9016833597512658889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2006/12/merrrrry-xmas.html' title='merrrrry x&apos;mas'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RY7v586NJyI/AAAAAAAAAFI/iVqFojNfEfU/s72-c/Image0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-1197806205197981286</id><published>2006-12-23T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T17:51:30.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>turkishHhh</title><content type='html'>went out for Christmas shopping with my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;been so long since we last went out together.&lt;br /&gt;anyway went to have some turkish food.&lt;br /&gt;and bought some clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;btw, i watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Happy Feet&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;cute baby penguins.&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly. the voice cast are all my favourites.&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Kidman, Huge Jackman, Robin Williams. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I'm lazy to blog.&lt;br /&gt;sisters going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Christmas Carnival&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, if wanna contact me.&lt;br /&gt;just call me.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say, but I'm really really lazy to reply sms.&lt;br /&gt;I will still answer the phone calls though.&lt;br /&gt;so anything urgent, just call me alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misc Pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RYz4ys6NJnI/AAAAAAAAADM/h_MmB0hPlCc/s1600-h/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RYz4ys6NJnI/AAAAAAAAADM/h_MmB0hPlCc/s200/Image014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011654035288958578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RYz3-M6NJlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MdvXIZ6vkEo/s1600-h/Imagew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RYz3-M6NJlI/AAAAAAAAAC8/MdvXIZ6vkEo/s200/Imagew.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011653133345826386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RYz4aM6NJmI/AAAAAAAAADE/Dbgtjlx5uxM/s1600-h/Imagejt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RYz4aM6NJmI/AAAAAAAAADE/Dbgtjlx5uxM/s200/Imagejt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011653614382163554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RYz4-c6NJoI/AAAAAAAAADU/1Z02kiLn1o4/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RYz4-c6NJoI/AAAAAAAAADU/1Z02kiLn1o4/s200/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011654237152421506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i need peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;please give me peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;- i thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-1197806205197981286?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/1197806205197981286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=1197806205197981286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1197806205197981286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/1197806205197981286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2006/12/turkishhhh.html' title='turkishHhh'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RYz4ys6NJnI/AAAAAAAAADM/h_MmB0hPlCc/s72-c/Image014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-4519097613310453375</id><published>2006-12-15T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T15:15:18.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>went back to school for enrollment.&lt;br /&gt;didn't sleep enough last night.&lt;br /&gt;and gotten super tired.&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly i wasn't late today, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;weeling &lt;/span&gt;was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to dye my hair yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't really the colour that i wanted.&lt;br /&gt;but can't do anything about it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;prissy &lt;/span&gt;say theres isn't much difference with my previous colour.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should have gotten ash blonde ( a lil dirty green). &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally saw the "thing" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Anson &lt;/span&gt;mentioned earlier.&lt;br /&gt;he told me he was stunned when he saw a guy being dumped into a dustbin.&lt;br /&gt;so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RYJjCC_nd6I/AAAAAAAAACw/wQhGJPc6pfc/s1600-h/Image008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RYJjCC_nd6I/AAAAAAAAACw/wQhGJPc6pfc/s200/Image008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008674622403999650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not just one, but many of them.&lt;br /&gt;theres even another huge dustbin with 3 man inside.&lt;br /&gt;lolx. the advertisement was trying to convey that,&lt;br /&gt;if you don't keep up with corporate training you're lose out and be dumped.&lt;br /&gt;how lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, i kind of miss school.&lt;br /&gt;My friends are planning to go holiday during the school term. not sure if I'm joining them, but we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;gonna make sushi soooon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-4519097613310453375?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/4519097613310453375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=4519097613310453375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4519097613310453375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/4519097613310453375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-to-school.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RYJjCC_nd6I/AAAAAAAAACw/wQhGJPc6pfc/s72-c/Image008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-2352346367705108552</id><published>2006-12-11T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T05:41:34.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>precious moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RX18yjHswdI/AAAAAAAAABM/ij6mX28fXzw/s1600-h/1001b405a3ebf102862f9330590ab874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 170px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RX18yjHswdI/AAAAAAAAABM/ij6mX28fXzw/s200/1001b405a3ebf102862f9330590ab874.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007295568568697298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RX18szHswcI/AAAAAAAAABE/YqE2ZZIFVro/s1600-h/1fc625ecb77efd6fb22b7a0c925daaca_035721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 170px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RX18szHswcI/AAAAAAAAABE/YqE2ZZIFVro/s200/1fc625ecb77efd6fb22b7a0c925daaca_035721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007295469784449474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one of the two pieces of precious moments that i liked the most.&lt;br /&gt;so cute with the lil boy&amp;girl eating ice cream together!&lt;br /&gt;next is.. the one that the girl is holding on to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RX19HTHsweI/AAAAAAAAABU/J7U3AJ2HBMg/s1600-h/bscap0743qv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 191px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RX19HTHsweI/AAAAAAAAABU/J7U3AJ2HBMg/s200/bscap0743qv2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007295925050982882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RX3ODTHswiI/AAAAAAAAACY/Z_-O_7LTHwY/s1600-h/mygirl2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 191px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RX3ODTHswiI/AAAAAAAAACY/Z_-O_7LTHwY/s200/mygirl2.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007384916773356066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the Precious Moments &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Baby Angel Musical Waterball&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It plays "Rock a bye baby" when the Moon lights up.&lt;br /&gt;so lovely isn't it. oh man, i wanna get it.&lt;br /&gt;alot of people are selling it on the net, but the prices are all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder which is the most worthy/reliable to get.&lt;br /&gt;i should get it as a present for my own x'mas, if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RX3OjzHswjI/AAAAAAAAACg/0XTEwpgzocE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 140px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RX3OjzHswjI/AAAAAAAAACg/0XTEwpgzocE/s200/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007385475119104562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;cheers.&lt;br /&gt;"in the snow globe, it looks like a world that is perfect &amp; snows all the time, but its fake, if the surrounding glass breaks, the whole world crumbles"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sadly but too often true, beautiful things don't last. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sherri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-2352346367705108552?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/2352346367705108552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=2352346367705108552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2352346367705108552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/2352346367705108552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2006/12/precious-moments.html' title='precious moments'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RX18yjHswdI/AAAAAAAAABM/ij6mX28fXzw/s72-c/1001b405a3ebf102862f9330590ab874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-6388588506935594471</id><published>2006-12-08T03:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T05:08:08.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RXh8HjHswXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m_n-zk60FOE/s1600-h/comic6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RXh8HjHswXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m_n-zk60FOE/s200/comic6.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005887454950769010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RXh78jHswWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dg7tgY3c47c/s1600-h/comic6colour.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RXh78jHswWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dg7tgY3c47c/s200/comic6colour.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005887265972207970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the manga of love kilometer.&lt;br /&gt;i added some simple colours to the ordinary manga using photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm just plain bored. but i love the hair colour, yums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i watched "which star are you from?" the korean drama.&lt;br /&gt;a really cute show, the actors acted well.&lt;br /&gt;though it gets a little annoying during some parts of the drama,&lt;br /&gt;the interaction between the male&amp;female protagonist is enough to keep you watching till the end. since mediacorp is showing it soon, you can catch it on tv. if not just search it on youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: if you can't see the chinese words below, either its too small or not readable. just change your text size or character encoding of your browser. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to zhihao:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;i notice you have been blogging too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;are you trying to act intellectual like me? lolx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;well i'm here to sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;y, i know life's been a roller coaster for you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;and it's been tough be it school, life in hk, or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Do you still remember what you wrote in one of e cards you send me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;可能這世界已經沒有你愛&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;可是我會是那個 永遠在你身邊的人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;You are there when we need you, so you better NOT forget you still have us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; Your darkest period will soon be over, even the darkest sky have stars around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; We're like stars to guide and help you fight against the darkness, and eventually it will enter brightness again. It's just like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;再暗的天都會有明亮的一天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;I know you gonna say you hate this x'mas, but i have this friend who once told me that we don't need to have a magnificent x'mas each and every year, having one good one is enough isn't it? if all were good, then won't we soon get complacent? so what if its not a good x'mas this year? we still have another one next year, and many nexttt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;i know you're going through a rough patch now and you are still trying to cope with your studies and many other misc. stuff. but most importantly,  i hope you put away the hatred, and the disappointments and don't give up on yourself.  stay optimistic =).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;- sherri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-6388588506935594471?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/6388588506935594471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=6388588506935594471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6388588506935594471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/6388588506935594471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-friend.html' title='my friend'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_BXAihvBg1RY/RXh8HjHswXI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m_n-zk60FOE/s72-c/comic6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-623749989502885094</id><published>2006-12-06T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T00:17:16.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog - hurray</title><content type='html'>I'm back with a new blog........skin. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3cheers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost chose the other plain design.&lt;br /&gt;but it looks kinda messy so i end up with this.&lt;br /&gt;didn't really like it that much,&lt;br /&gt;but it should do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. many should know its &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6th December&lt;/span&gt;. LOL&lt;br /&gt;e results for my very first semester in university is out.&lt;br /&gt;mostly distinctions, so its good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so light right after i gotten my results.&lt;br /&gt;loads off my shoulders, i feel at least 10 kg lighter. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;YA-HA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it sounds exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;but exams? my fatal spot.&lt;br /&gt;after all, I'm just glad i'll be able to join my friends for next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;no time for craps.&lt;br /&gt;I'll go explore my photoshop cs2.&lt;br /&gt;cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;i still want some black olives pleaseee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-623749989502885094?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/623749989502885094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=623749989502885094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/623749989502885094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/623749989502885094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-blog-hurray.html' title='new blog - hurray'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-8587369842119424077</id><published>2006-12-04T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T04:23:48.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d(o.O)b</title><content type='html'>someone complaint that i never blog for too long.&lt;br /&gt;obviously, i know. but i have nothing to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;its 4th December, and I'm not feeling too well.&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't sure if it will get worse or better.&lt;br /&gt;whatever that is, i can't read my own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;i feel like eating e Italian pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;with lots of black olives.&lt;br /&gt;plus a little seaside getaway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all&lt;br /&gt;buena noches ppl, besitos =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sherri  d(o.O)b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-8587369842119424077?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/8587369842119424077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=8587369842119424077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8587369842119424077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8587369842119424077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2006/12/doob.html' title='d(o.O)b'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19797527.post-8926483757551596498</id><published>2006-10-17T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:39:07.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>painted floors</title><content type='html'>check this out.&lt;br /&gt;email from mr toh weiyang.&lt;br /&gt;the painted floors of a lift to scare people.&lt;br /&gt;it's so amazing. lol.&lt;br /&gt;well it look better in bigger picture size.&lt;br /&gt;but its too big for my blog =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/elevator1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/elevator2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j313/sherrisx2/elevator3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;CRISIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was watching guessx3.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;i saw mr &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;JOHN LEE-CHIANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on guessx3. =S&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe my secondary friend is on guessx3. crap.&lt;br /&gt;and i notice it before they show his face.&lt;br /&gt;cos the way he talk is too unique.&lt;br /&gt;those who rem, shld be able to notice it when they hear it.&lt;br /&gt;wat a world. and he is in the Hua Mei Nan Zi.&lt;br /&gt;(guys as lovely as flower? i dunno what it meant in english) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT? he is the winner -___-"&lt;br /&gt;well but i like no.5 better. =S&lt;br /&gt;1. not gd at socialising.&lt;br /&gt;2. very honest &amp; decent.&lt;br /&gt;3. short black hair&lt;br /&gt;4. yes he is the tallest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha ok. interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss sec sch days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19797527-8926483757551596498?l=bellariee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/feeds/8926483757551596498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19797527&amp;postID=8926483757551596498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8926483757551596498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19797527/posts/default/8926483757551596498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bellariee.blogspot.com/2006/10/painted-floors.html' title='painted floors'/><author><name>.miss.sx.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07748739012442515905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
