<?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-14354745</id><updated>2011-10-01T19:30:13.666+08:00</updated><category term='school chinese orchestra'/><category term='ryan sheckler'/><category term='STOMP'/><title type='text'>theresa</title><subtitle type='html'>hey ppl, this is my blog!! lol dunno wat else to say</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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>452</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-2990536715876169944</id><published>2010-03-27T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:48:04.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't fucking care, no.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shove a stick, or if you would, two of 'em up your ass and fucking saunter around like some fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nutjob&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let me remind you how Karma never fails to come back and bite you hard in your lovely ass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. I guess you just never do learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I'm so pissed right now but I am and today just isn't my day and if you would like to read more controlled and more mature (maybe) posts then please head on down to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing is, I don't even know why I am feeling this ball of fury right now although I probably have an inkling why I do and I just don't really want to admit it right now you know Denial isn't just the name of a river in Egypt and yes I realise I am rambling and there are hardly any full stops or even commas in this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And mind you I seldom use &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt; in this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me THINKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think I've calmed down considerably after typing that chunk of obscenely vulgar post which is rather unlike me and oh I like the words iridescent and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;incandescent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This, is randomness at play when your emotions fly off the handle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nuthead here is off to do her Econs homework because she doesn't wanna screw up econs like how she's screwed up the past 2 years of her fucking life and more importantly, she doesn't wanna screw up her future like how she ONLY RECENTLY realised she did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psychiatrist no more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2990536715876169944?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2990536715876169944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2990536715876169944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2990536715876169944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2990536715876169944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-fucking-care-no.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-4247637750048927178</id><published>2009-12-24T23:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:21:02.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone! :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm actually residing on tumblr most of the time, so if you're a nosey person or a stalker(nobody would wanna stalk me anyway), head on over to sweetlyvenomous.tumblr.com to find me. [:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-4247637750048927178?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/4247637750048927178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=4247637750048927178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4247637750048927178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4247637750048927178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-everyone-d-im-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-2223055689717368358</id><published>2009-10-27T21:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:12:54.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I'm really numb now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realise that I could've passed Physics. Like fuck, seriously, I'm not gonna go into the "If Onlys" but judging from my answers I knew I could've passed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No use crying over spilled milk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essay Component - 37/60&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compre Component - 40/50. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The essays component pulled my overall LA marks down by quite a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. Went to delifrance with SHINGZ, Yan Ci and Hillary today. After we got back our A Math papers we were planning to go stuff ourselves with food later. I was quite hyped up and we wanted to go eat Sakura buffet at first, then Sakae buffet. We kept changing our minds and we were like the only ones in class so happily talking away. -.- WELL. LIFE STILL HAS TO GO ON NO MATTER WHAT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Delifrance student meals HAVE lots of room for improvement. It was quite funny, the special beef burger that shingz ordered looked like a Kid's meal. And my breaded fish dory pasta tasted disgustingly horrible. The fish had that distinct fish smell. *shudders* Interestingly, Hillary's breaded fish taste better. Delifrance has NO standard man. I miss their cafe food, the baked potato and tuna croissants. Their bistro is really way below par. They shouldn't have branched all the delifrance chains to bistro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2223055689717368358?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2223055689717368358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2223055689717368358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2223055689717368358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2223055689717368358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-guess-im-really-numb-now.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-5710692357124907077</id><published>2009-10-26T18:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:23:01.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This morning I was tellin Sijin how I don't really like KPOP because their songs usually have cliched lyrics and the only plus point is their catchy tunes. I said JPOP is so much better because they have really poetic lyrics and the singers have real talent. LOL. I came to that conclusion after listening to this techno-ish song by Super Junior which caused me to have a headache.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. BUT I SHALL TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID. I was listening to I Hope by F.T Island with my new super cheap earphones and I realise that the lyrics are really meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/04IKTept6Ak&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/04IKTept6Ak&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Days went by, months went by&lt;br /&gt;But there was no contact from you&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall, my heart aches&lt;br /&gt;No, it’s only for a moment&lt;br /&gt;It’s not, it’s not, it’s not&lt;br /&gt;Only to appease me but&lt;br /&gt;The space you left only gets bigger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I look at you again, you’re you’re my love&lt;br /&gt;Look at it a hundred times, I’m I’m you’re love&lt;br /&gt;You’re my love that heaven made&lt;br /&gt;You only lost your way for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Even if I’m born again, I only hope for you&lt;br /&gt;Even if I love again, I only hope for you&lt;br /&gt;You will return, you will return&lt;br /&gt;Because there’s no me without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After saying you love me&lt;br /&gt;Where exactly did you run off to?&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me (Oh oh oh oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;My two hands you held and also our promise&lt;br /&gt;How can you leave, abandoning me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a dream, it’s a dream, it’s a dream&lt;br /&gt;I trick myself&lt;br /&gt;It’s sad that I’m by myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I look at you again, you’re you’re my love&lt;br /&gt;Look at it a hundred times, I’m I’m you’re love&lt;br /&gt;You’re my love that heaven made&lt;br /&gt;You only lost your way for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Even if I’m born again, I only hope for you&lt;br /&gt;Even if I love again, I only hope for you&lt;br /&gt;You will return, you will return&lt;br /&gt;Because there’s no me without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that all this was only a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I will wake up from this dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After today passes and I open my eyes tommorow&lt;br /&gt;I hope that this dream is not reality, oh&lt;br /&gt;That all this is a hateful dream, not reality&lt;br /&gt;I hope, I hope for you&lt;br /&gt;I still want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I look at you again, you’re you’re my love&lt;br /&gt;Look at it a hundred times, I’m I’m you’re love&lt;br /&gt;You’re my love that heaven allowed&lt;br /&gt;You only lost your way for a moment&lt;br /&gt;Even if I’m born again, I only hope for you&lt;br /&gt;Even if I love again, I only hope for you&lt;br /&gt;You will return, you will return&lt;br /&gt;Because there’s no you without me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray every night&lt;br /&gt;For my misery, not my happiness&lt;br /&gt;That you won’t love any other than me&lt;br /&gt;It can’t be anyone other than you&lt;br /&gt;My heart only asks for you&lt;br /&gt;It will never change&lt;br /&gt;Even if I am born again, I hope for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I’m born again, I only hope for you&lt;br /&gt;Even if I love again, I only hope for you&lt;br /&gt;You will return, you will return&lt;br /&gt;Because There’s no me without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're translated into English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, my super cheap kinda bimbotic new headphones bought at Gramophone today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;$6.95.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;WHAT A STEAL RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt; The plus point is they're the in-ear kind and they're heavy bass earphones. I think the heavy bass function make the beats more pronounced. HAHA. Sound quality is pretty good too, but my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; audio-technica ones are still the best. Well, obviously, that cost me around 30 bucks. AND THIS IS A KOREAN PRODUCT. :D I like korean products. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SuV5q5ehGDI/AAAAAAAABQs/gRFJpKG87Tw/s1600-h/Photo-0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SuV5q5ehGDI/AAAAAAAABQs/gRFJpKG87Tw/s400/Photo-0024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396853506363693106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-5710692357124907077?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/5710692357124907077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=5710692357124907077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5710692357124907077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5710692357124907077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-morning-i-was-tellin-sijin-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SuV5q5ehGDI/AAAAAAAABQs/gRFJpKG87Tw/s72-c/Photo-0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-8034874883391989000</id><published>2009-10-25T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T22:34:55.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the rooftop garden with Lame Friend just now. I had a really heart-to-heart conversation with LF, talking about life, changes, and rather personal issues. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked LF if I was a bad person for letting the fact that he was poor bother me in the past. I didn't like it but I didn't exactly mind it either. It's just that over time that little fact bothered me more and more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LF said, "It is an instinct in you. You can't help it if it were an instinct. Despite that fact, you still gave it a chance didn't you? You didn't let it prevent you from being open and giving chances.". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not deny the fact that I am materialistic, but it's not as if I must have a rich boyfriend/husband or whatever. I don't mind if the guy is middle class/poor, depending on your definitions of them really. But what I do mind is if the guy is self-sufficient. Irregardless of how much money he has, as long as he can provide for himself and need not rely on girls to do so, I am perfectly fine with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are moments when I feel really awful for not liking the fact that your financial situation is not exactly as sound as I would like it to be. But then again, I didn't let that blind me and make me prejudiced against you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Money is not everything, but if you're penniless and you don't even have an ounce of dignity in you, you're fucking worthless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that was harsh but that still doesn't mean that I don't think you're a loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Loser" is not a term I use loosely, if I've ever used it on someone before that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-8034874883391989000?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/8034874883391989000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=8034874883391989000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8034874883391989000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8034874883391989000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/10/went-to-rooftop-garden-with-lame-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-6886748680253761713</id><published>2009-10-25T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T12:07:32.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is part and parcel of life. Other than love for family and friends, I can say I've only ever loved once when it comes to romantic love. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being in love, and in return be loved, is an amazing feeling. It makes your whole being light up and feel alive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falling out of love on a two-sided aspect is sad, but well that's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unrequited love, on the contrary, sucks balls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that was crude, but you get the drift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In retrospect, it's ironic how once upon a time, I used to say I don't do love. And honestly, if I hadn't re-read my archives on this blog I wouldn't even know that I've ever thought that way before. I used to think that love was overrated and all that shizz. I'm sure there are some girls who aren't keeled over with the novelty of love and still think that love is overrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, "love" is overrated, real love isn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go figure. How many guys and girls out there profess to love their significant others when they have not even known each other for a long time? I'm not just talking about teenagers, but adults as well. I don't believe love is possible if you don't know the person well. By well, I mean thoroughly, you know almost all of the person's habits and flaws. Most of all, you accept the person and still love him/her &lt;i&gt;in spite&lt;/i&gt; of the flaws. Irrefutably, there's a limit of tolerance to the flaws. When you love, you try your very best to put up with the flaws and not run away at the first sign of them. But then again, there are those who are such skilled escapists. Some can argue that if you really really love, you would put up with the flaws no matter what. Consider this then, if your significant other has no control of his libido and cheat on you every so often, would you put up with that? Say, would you put up with a person who takes out his rage on you through physical abuse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touche. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just my two cents worth on what little I know about love, of course. For those who disagree, don't take offense. (: It's a lazy sunday morning and I'm enjoying life with a cuppa good coffee, and of course, needless to say, I'm utterly bored. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“I’m not into appearances. I like flaws, I think they make things interesting.”&lt;br /&gt;— &lt;br /&gt;the truth about forever, Sarah Dessen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.”&lt;br /&gt;—  David Viscott (via &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://thresca.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;thresca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;) (via &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://quote-book.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;quote-book&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-6886748680253761713?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/6886748680253761713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=6886748680253761713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/6886748680253761713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/6886748680253761713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-is-part-and-parcel-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-5776957006949574158</id><published>2009-10-24T18:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T18:28:04.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was awesome! ♥&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Hort Park in the morning and walked around the whole place looking for the objects in the paper given to us. From Hort Park we went to the Hilltop walk, Henderson Waves? Kinda scary, we were almost as tall as the hdb buildings around, maybe even taller. Also the bridge is all made of metal and if you looked down, you could see the trees below you through the metal grills. From Henderson Waves we walked to Mount Faber then vivoooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Super, super exhaustive. We played some games along the way, pretty fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, most of the games yesterday was fun, especially the modified dog and bone game. Yi Jie's stint was super funny. :D Our main aim was supposedly to snatch the ball and kinda do a home run, but in the end we ended up snatching the opponents' sashes to kick them out of the game. LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 way captain's ball was crazy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The food was below expectations, but well, at least it's bento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During campfire singing session Mr Sng joined us. And yes I ended up beside him, holding hands with him and putting my arm around his shoulders. Kinda awkward, but still fun nonetheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Sng's gonna leave Dunman High soon, in a few months' time. ]: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think almost everyone in Dunman High feels this special connection to Mr Sng, because we can feel that he really cares and is not simply carrying out his duties as a principal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stank like mad yesterday, should've brought my body mist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing sessions were fun and nostalgic, brought me back to the sec one days. And singing 知足 by 五月天 repeatedly reminded me of things I've been trying to forget, or rather, push to the dark recesses of my mind. We sing this every year during level activities, and everytime it makes me nostalgic. But yesterday, even more so. One year back, the song stirred up only nostalgic feelings in me, but yesterday, it's so much more than just nostalgia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's sadness. Plain and simple. That heart wrenching feeling surfaced again yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果我爱上你的笑容&lt;br /&gt;要怎么收藏要怎么拥有&lt;br /&gt;如果你快乐不是为我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;会不会放手其实才是拥有&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;我对你&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;还是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;念念不忘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm not okay, but it's okay. Contradicting yes, No matter how I feel, the Earth still revolves around the sun. The Sun still rises from the East and sets in the West every single day. Nothing changes, life still goes on. I got to learn to make the best out of everything, maybe I can't stop liking you, but I can make a difference by being happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-5776957006949574158?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/5776957006949574158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=5776957006949574158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5776957006949574158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5776957006949574158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/10/yesterday-was-awesome-we-went-to-hort.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-6568152140502532065</id><published>2009-10-22T21:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T21:54:54.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I didn't expect today to be any fun, in fact I was pretty much dreading it yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyway check yes juliet ftw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chairs game was fun though we had to squeeze like mad and fear falling down from the chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seems like my music taste is changing. I've been listening to an awful lot of rnb and rap songs recently as opposed to rock or alternative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what caused the change. The refusal to listen and see the lyrics about love in rock/alternative songs or the general shift in musical preferences? Usually though not always, love in rnb songs are about asses, boobs, making love, stuffs like that. That escapism streak in me might very well be responsible for this sudden change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I just really like the beats of the rnb songs I've been listening to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-6568152140502532065?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/6568152140502532065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=6568152140502532065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/6568152140502532065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/6568152140502532065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-didnt-expect-today-to-be-any-fun-in.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-1069650264617038843</id><published>2009-10-21T17:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:07:15.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've just finished watching The Ugly Truth on a boring afternoon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's superbly funny. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMAZING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But what Mike said at the start was very asshole stuffs like saying how guys only want blowjobs and stuffs like that. D: (Well I guess what he said is true to a CERTAIN extent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: “…billions and billions, wasted on this psychobabble bullshit. Now listen up ladies, ’cause I’m only gonna say this once and it’s just three little words…men are simple…we cannot be trained. and all of this, ‘Men are from Venus” crap is a waste of your time and money. If you want to be a lonely hag, then keep reading these books, but if you want a relationship, heres how you get one…It’s called a Stairstepper, get on it, and get skinny. and &lt;b&gt;get some trashy lingerie&lt;/b&gt; while your at it, because at the end of the day&lt;b&gt; all were interested in is looks&lt;/b&gt;. No one falls in love with your personality at first sight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike: You’re all about comfort and efficiency!&lt;br /&gt;Abby: What’s wrong with comfort and efficiency?&lt;br /&gt;Mike: Well nothing, except no one wants to &lt;b&gt;fuck&lt;/b&gt; it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA. There was this scene where Mike gave Abby a Vibrator Brief which is essentially a vibrator, just that it's in the form of a piece of underwear. So she was supposed to go on this date with Colin her "perfect" boyfriend, and she wore that underwear. Unexpectedly Mike and his office people showed up at her house and she had no choice but to drag Colin to dinner with the corporate. The funny thing is, the remote control for the vibrator dropped out from her bag during the dinner and this little boy picked it up. Needless to say he fiddled with the controls and made her squirm like crazy. Her boss asked her to describe this particular job piece and she was half moaning and squirming around while trying to explain. That part was super funny man, she even had That Face while giving her best attempt to finish describing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lsullivan.myncblogs.com/files/2009/08/TheUglyTruth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 446px;" src="http://lsullivan.myncblogs.com/files/2009/08/TheUglyTruth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-1069650264617038843?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/1069650264617038843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=1069650264617038843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1069650264617038843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1069650264617038843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/10/ive-just-finished-watching-ugly-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-1822520365487626443</id><published>2009-10-19T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:19:20.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'll make a dating manual for you for your christmas present.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that I'm good at it or what, but you, are seriously clueless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For your future benefits, although I'm doubtful how it'll help you seeing as how you haven't learnt a thing or two from your Super Flirtatious Friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who, by the way, is another Class A Asshole. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-1822520365487626443?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/1822520365487626443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=1822520365487626443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1822520365487626443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1822520365487626443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-think-ill-make-dating-manual-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-9041833630664546144</id><published>2009-10-19T11:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:57:09.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell hath no fury like a woman SCORNED</title><content type='html'>Fuck you. Girls aren't sex objects.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're a lowdown creature. You still had the nerve to say that on the pretext of having feelings for said person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You really are pathetic. Can't find another girl? Can't find another girl who will be willing to satisfy you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GTFO man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pity whoever is going to be your next girlfriend. Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe you should just turn gay and gay to Gay Bars, because it's surprising how you aren't already gay considering how girly you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh wait. Maybe you are indeed gay. You're just too much of a wuss to come out of the closet, and you want girlfriends just to satisfy yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever heard of self-service? You don't need a girl to do that for you ASSwipe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-9041833630664546144?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/9041833630664546144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=9041833630664546144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/9041833630664546144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/9041833630664546144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/10/fuck-you.html' title='Hell hath no fury like a woman SCORNED'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-2056418510146325344</id><published>2009-10-17T14:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:31:56.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/StlgFCR8W5I/AAAAAAAABQk/34H1aaioQfQ/s1600-h/tumblr_kr6c2jMlWu1qzn6mso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/StlgFCR8W5I/AAAAAAAABQk/34H1aaioQfQ/s400/tumblr_kr6c2jMlWu1qzn6mso1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393447668380621714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So it seems that I'm an Airhead. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh? And I've always had something against people adding "z" or "x" behind to everything they type as if their very lives depend on those. If they were used in a satirical form, that could be excused and tolerable, even funny. But in fact, most people I know use it excessively. EXCESSIVELY. And it drives me up the wall I tell you. Along with ridiculous spelling errors spotted in just a few strings of sentences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I still wake up these days, gasping, grasping, and then reality sets in. My anchor isn't here anymore, and in fact, has been away for months and months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drowning myself in Lipton's Milk Tea sachets and books of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just finished "My Sister's Keeper", felt like crying after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2056418510146325344?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2056418510146325344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2056418510146325344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2056418510146325344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2056418510146325344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-it-seems-that-im-airhead.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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/_TM6ztqDxVLI/StlgFCR8W5I/AAAAAAAABQk/34H1aaioQfQ/s72-c/tumblr_kr6c2jMlWu1qzn6mso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-8570741695354329388</id><published>2009-10-14T22:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:46:33.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For a moment there, I forgot how much it hurt. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway chinese intensive was, horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHOLE day chinese tomorrow with no talks at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the best, and I wish for nothing but the best for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I should go&lt;br /&gt;(Go!)&lt;br /&gt;Something's telling me to leave&lt;br /&gt;But I won't&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm damned if I do ya&lt;br /&gt;Damned if I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-8570741695354329388?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/8570741695354329388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=8570741695354329388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8570741695354329388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8570741695354329388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-moment-there-i-forgot-how-much-it.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-5592481412011525062</id><published>2009-10-13T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:48:38.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I typed 2 brilliant posts yesterday on the phone with Opera browser. And TWICE, the posts disappeared before I could post them. Anyway I was just typing nonsense about Fate and such. Well, only the second post was nonsense, what about Alex Gaskarth being the sex bomb. The first post was all contemplative and reflective? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY. SERIOUSLY. Chinese intensive tomorrow. O: ANYWAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I wanted to say was, that, Alex, is, sexy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I don't know what's with the sudden obsession with Alex Gaskarth from All Time Low, but seriously, he is just so, swoon-able. Far better than each and every one of the Jonas Brothers. LOL. And someone commented to me yesterday, that he thought girls my age like Jonas Brothers instead of not so mainstream bands like All Time Low. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, fortunately, or unfortunately, I'm not most girls. I don't like Jonas Brothers nor have I ever liked Jay Chou. And I most, most, definitely do not like Miley Cyrus. Seen her rapping video about quitting Twitter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Touche. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND ALEX GASKARTH HAS WIDE SHOULDERS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sexy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. I like guys with wide shoulders, with that V shape thingy. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys with that kinda V shape never fail to make me stare, and stare, and stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mvSX7sPz0d8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mvSX7sPz0d8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-5592481412011525062?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/5592481412011525062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=5592481412011525062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5592481412011525062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5592481412011525062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-typed-2-brilliant-posts-yesterday-on.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-5224142309013721240</id><published>2009-10-09T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:53:22.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Want to, but I can’t help it&lt;br /&gt;I love the way it feels,&lt;br /&gt;It’s got me stuck between my fantasy and what is real&lt;br /&gt;I need it when I want it, I want it when I don’t&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're the sweetest drug, deadly, detrimental to my health, but I just can't seem to pry myself away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well we humans always want what we can't have, don't we? (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There seems to be a dearth of intellectual older guys who actually have a decent command of English. Seriously. And that sentence sounds weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny, how many things I've got to say to you. How relaxed I feel to be talking to you or to be in your presence. And I don't know why I'm typing all this now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do wonder how long more my addiction to you would last. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;好想再次拥有你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-5224142309013721240?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/5224142309013721240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=5224142309013721240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5224142309013721240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5224142309013721240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/10/want-to-but-i-cant-help-it-i-love-way.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-4309854582240063981</id><published>2009-09-30T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:34:29.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SsMXLjGoG6I/AAAAAAAABQc/EIbrpgTYxzY/s1600-h/Photo0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SsMXLjGoG6I/AAAAAAAABQc/EIbrpgTYxzY/s400/Photo0040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387175066434280354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're so fake.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're so pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're more pathetic than Pathetic is herself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I feel this sense of loss then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must've gotten hit on the head by one hard rock. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, actually, having re-read the above sentence, it DOES make sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think, only I myself, and Wen would know what exactly that sentence means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manicure, Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's, shopping, movies, continuing my book reading routine. They're the only thoughts that keep me sane these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-4309854582240063981?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/4309854582240063981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=4309854582240063981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4309854582240063981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4309854582240063981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/09/youre-so-fake.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SsMXLjGoG6I/AAAAAAAABQc/EIbrpgTYxzY/s72-c/Photo0040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-8690620116154197074</id><published>2009-09-26T17:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T18:19:24.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sr3nk2nn8NI/AAAAAAAABQU/BQqWDEUDaqQ/s1600-h/P260909_11.52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sr3nk2nn8NI/AAAAAAAABQU/BQqWDEUDaqQ/s400/P260909_11.52.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385715349727998162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thereby proclaim my love for this fat little chick here.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, you tard, I like Kiiroitori more than I've ever liked Rilakkuma. It's just redundant, and to put it simply, stupid of you to spend $62 on a Rilakkuma 1/3 the size of me. How many times have I told you NOT to get ANYTHING Rilakkuma for me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I'm sounding like one hell of a bitch here. But seriously, the occasion which you bought the bear for just does NOT exist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And YES, you made me feel guilty. Now what to do with the $62 bear?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was laughing hysterically to myself at Mac yesterday. Note: hysterically and to myself. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the extent whereby I was tearing and having the urge to vomit from laughing too much. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And well Wen just took one look at me and gave me her signature dao i'm-in-a-zen-mode-and-this-is-pathetic face and continued drawing. ]: Bugger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I SHOULD BE STUDYING INSTEAD OF PROCLAIMING MY LOVE FOR CHICKIE AND THEN ANNOUNCING MY GRIEVANCES TO THE CYBER WORLD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh. I love you Kiiroitori. *hugs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this entire entry is a sign of insanity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-8690620116154197074?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/8690620116154197074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=8690620116154197074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8690620116154197074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8690620116154197074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thereby-proclaim-my-love-for-this-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sr3nk2nn8NI/AAAAAAAABQU/BQqWDEUDaqQ/s72-c/P260909_11.52.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-2537995403327382913</id><published>2009-09-22T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:44:36.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>merci</title><content type='html'>Dear Friend,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I've said sorry to you numerous times which only propelled you further to press that little button on the messenger window. This time, unarguably, I am in the wrong. I know you're pissed with me, and you think I'm an evil person. And I know too, that you need time to cool down and perhaps when you do, you'll press that little button again. Although I know, at the end of the day, you'll still think I'm an evil person. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This incident taught me some precious stuffs too. One, that I've gotta learn to shut my trap and have a filter, though I swear to God that that's the only remotely inappropriate thing I said. Secondly, not everyone can be trusted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, I apologise for the lack of filter in what I've said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*offers whole box of white macademia chip cookies*  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of your favourite songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6QA3m58DQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x6QA3m58DQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2537995403327382913?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2537995403327382913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2537995403327382913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2537995403327382913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2537995403327382913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/09/merci.html' title='merci'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-1402191600864696665</id><published>2009-09-21T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:45:15.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family:verdana;font-size:14px;"&gt;(201): "romantic friends" sounds more classy then friends with benefits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From TLFN. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I SO agree! I mean, honestly, the term "friends with benefits" sounds kinda crude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-1402191600864696665?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/1402191600864696665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=1402191600864696665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1402191600864696665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1402191600864696665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/09/201-romantic-friends-sounds-more-classy.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-1514061539268698027</id><published>2009-09-21T11:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:44:56.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;So when this is over don't blow your composure baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mayday Parade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting into Mayday Parade hype again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-1514061539268698027?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/1514061539268698027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=1514061539268698027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1514061539268698027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1514061539268698027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-when-this-is-over-baby-dont-blow.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-2119797602304892566</id><published>2009-09-14T18:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:59:01.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pusillanimous Class A Asshole</title><content type='html'>Not the girl for you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not exactly simple and neither are you, but one thing's for sure, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; can't keep up with me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get back to the real world please. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some day, one day, you would &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to grow up. You can't go on living like this for the rest of your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2119797602304892566?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2119797602304892566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2119797602304892566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2119797602304892566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2119797602304892566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/09/pusillanimous-class-asshole.html' title='Pusillanimous Class A Asshole'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-5350069388119330925</id><published>2009-09-10T22:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T23:05:04.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Theresa shall declare today a productive day of studying-finally! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Wen's the distracted one today, due to SOME reason-or rather person. =P We studied at my house in my room, in air-con setting, AND on the bed. :D So comfortable and sleep-inducing right. HAHA. But  I barely got distracted. :D Pretty happy with my Bio progress. I taught her SOME mole concept while doing my Bio revision paper from eons ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am psychoing myself to like Bio immensely. HAHA. Oh and my mum's new phone LG GM730 Joy is super cool! :D She's quite an IT retard, and needless to say, she doesn't know how to use the phone. Firstly both of us couldn't figure out how to open the phone to put the battery in. -.- After that yours sincerely figured it out after a grueling 30 min and managed to log on to messenger and go on facebook using the phone. :D My dearest mum took 10 min to type a 2 lines sms and I had to teach her how to use the T9 function on LG phone. :D:D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SqkVGM3bBUI/AAAAAAAABQM/2EcW_chcnvo/s1600-h/P090909_15.46.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SqkVGM3bBUI/AAAAAAAABQM/2EcW_chcnvo/s400/P090909_15.46.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379854426147849538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was what happened during yesterday's study session, which as is clearly evident, wasn't that productive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-5350069388119330925?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/5350069388119330925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=5350069388119330925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5350069388119330925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5350069388119330925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/09/theresa-shall-declare-today-productive.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SqkVGM3bBUI/AAAAAAAABQM/2EcW_chcnvo/s72-c/P090909_15.46.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-688261663736022470</id><published>2009-09-02T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:56:35.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frazzled nerves</title><content type='html'>Every little thing about you still bothers me now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frazzled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I've never really moved on even though I don't like you anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I still do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, on rainy days, I'll still miss you. And that really sucks, right down to the core. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-688261663736022470?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/688261663736022470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=688261663736022470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/688261663736022470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/688261663736022470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/09/frazzled-nerves.html' title='Frazzled nerves'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-7326423736410996118</id><published>2009-08-16T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:41:33.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Vinci The Genius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sod9xxmdk4I/AAAAAAAABQE/n8GMqpMXSuA/s1600-h/Photo0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sod9xxmdk4I/AAAAAAAABQE/n8GMqpMXSuA/s400/Photo0019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370399374744327042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At that Tiong Bahru plaza's toilet. We wasted $0.45 because I needed to use the toilet urgently. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sod9cqqY7CI/AAAAAAAABP0/Hk53HoSyunk/s1600-h/P150809_16.08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sod9cqqY7CI/AAAAAAAABP0/Hk53HoSyunk/s400/P150809_16.08.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370399012104498210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sod9b4CIMHI/AAAAAAAABPs/WJ3iWDtPCFY/s1600-h/P150809_14.28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sod9b4CIMHI/AAAAAAAABPs/WJ3iWDtPCFY/s400/P150809_14.28.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370398998513856626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sod9bUHMLPI/AAAAAAAABPk/5C_qlyOx2Zw/s1600-h/P15-08-09_14.18%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sod9bUHMLPI/AAAAAAAABPk/5C_qlyOx2Zw/s400/P15-08-09_14.18%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370398988871412978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sod9a1rcxFI/AAAAAAAABPc/ByfUB7pN7SE/s1600-h/P160809_11.25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sod9a1rcxFI/AAAAAAAABPc/ByfUB7pN7SE/s400/P160809_11.25.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370398980701996114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Da Vinci file that we bought together. :D Unfortuately, someone else's split into half. And yes, ignore the fugly bedsheets. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was more interested in Da Vinci's artworks rather than his scientific inventions, but hell yeah, his works on anatomy are interesting. Did you know, that he was the one who discovered atherosclerosis (hardening of the arteries)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And apparently, Mona Lisa has HAD eyebrows and eyelashes. It's just because they were too finely painted, and here comes the WTF part, the painting was hung in Napoleon's bathroom?! So over time due to the water and all, those parts disappeared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's also speculations over the real identity of Mona Lisa and whether she existed or not. Some said Mona Lisa's just a self-portrait of Da Vinci himself in female form, which was quite wtf too. LOL. There were lots of people at the exhibition yesterday, we had to queue for like at least half an hour to get the tickets and to get in. And the Science Centre's so freaking far away man, being located near Jurong East MRT. It made me wonder why did I ever go there so often in the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-7326423736410996118?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/7326423736410996118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=7326423736410996118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7326423736410996118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7326423736410996118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/08/da-vinci-genius.html' title='Da Vinci The Genius'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sod9xxmdk4I/AAAAAAAABQE/n8GMqpMXSuA/s72-c/Photo0019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-14639231950035273</id><published>2009-08-02T12:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T12:39:30.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Never knew I'll like you this much. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mum refused to let me go out ALONE with friends, even if it's to study. So yesterday she dragged me to downtown east to find my grandparents and we did ABSOLUTELY nothing there. My grandparents were playing the jackpot machines and I can't go in, so I stayed at Macdonald's with my brother and ate there. He doodled, I studied. Then we couldn't take it anymore and my mum FINALLY relented and brought us to Tampines One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SnUTtQrhu-I/AAAAAAAABPU/OCJF4YeOkeY/s1600-h/P010809_18.16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SnUTtQrhu-I/AAAAAAAABPU/OCJF4YeOkeY/s400/P010809_18.16.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365216199374388194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was super, super pissed with my mum yesterday. Thus, the above. She RUINED all my plans. I was supposed to study at PS then go find people. I wanna study she don't let, I don't study she nagged and nagged. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SnUTsztYgbI/AAAAAAAABPM/aFR_OL7JMAw/s1600-h/P010809_18.14%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SnUTsztYgbI/AAAAAAAABPM/aFR_OL7JMAw/s400/P010809_18.14%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365216191597543858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SnUTsr8UnSI/AAAAAAAABPE/u255F6Ai7_0/s1600-h/P010809_18.13%5B01%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SnUTsr8UnSI/AAAAAAAABPE/u255F6Ai7_0/s400/P010809_18.13%5B01%5D.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365216189512719650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently, my brother was drawing Transformers, which one I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SnUTsc6qpwI/AAAAAAAABO8/i3fJv0YslUo/s1600-h/P290709_06.48.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SnUTsc6qpwI/AAAAAAAABO8/i3fJv0YslUo/s400/P290709_06.48.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365216185479243522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early morning sunrise. The lighter part of the picture's originally pink, super nice. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok back to yesterday. Sorry about it wen. ]: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway we went to Times and bought a book and time magazine for my father. Both of which were chosen by me. :D "Tuesdays with Morrie" and Special Edition Time Magazine on Michael Jackson. My mum's gonna deliver them to him, apparently he's really bored over there. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. Then I wanted to go to the arcade to find people and blackmailed my brother. BUT he told my mum. -.- And she scolded me, say I always ask him to go arcade waste money. OH PLEASE. Who were the ones who brought him to the arcade every weekend and top up $20 every time? I was the one who refused to go ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While crossing the road from the MRT station to Tampines Mall, I saw them. :D HAHA. At first I only saw the red "Cheer Me Up" tee which looked familiar, then I looked up and saw him. I had a feeling I'll meet them there, and I really did. Yes, thank you instincts. :D Bad thing is, my mum recognised them. -.- And she was saying, "No wonder you want to go arcade lah. Want to find them right.". And I thought my mum's memory was epic faillll. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-14639231950035273?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/14639231950035273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=14639231950035273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/14639231950035273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/14639231950035273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-knew-ill-like-you-this-much.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SnUTtQrhu-I/AAAAAAAABPU/OCJF4YeOkeY/s72-c/P010809_18.16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-3236684827135304491</id><published>2009-08-01T09:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:38:46.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>只有沉默的手机&lt;br /&gt;知道我对谁想念 &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up in a pretty bad mood, don't ask me why. 4 hours of Physics yesterday was draining. Halfway through the remedial we moved to the canteen to continue because we were all so tired in the Physics lab. While Mr Koh was explaining, G walked past. :D And I stared, and stared at him, and Mr Koh asked me to answer a question. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it me or is it you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were hot, and I was cold, really cold. And now, I'm hot towards you, you're cold. Damn, life sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can't give me some private time, why should I waste my life away at the arcade for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things have to be equal. I'm not selfish, I just want that ONE time away from bros and games, is that so difficult? An outing that doesn't involve a whole group of other guys following. It's no wonder I was cold to you, really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-3236684827135304491?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/3236684827135304491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=3236684827135304491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3236684827135304491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3236684827135304491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/08/woke-up-in-pretty-bad-mood-dont-ask-me.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-1391601300338875006</id><published>2009-07-27T21:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:52:25.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like the way you hold my hands. (: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry I forgot about 2 days later. I wasn't thinking of the day, but the date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-1391601300338875006?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/1391601300338875006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=1391601300338875006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1391601300338875006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1391601300338875006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-way-you-hold-my-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-4935337610739059915</id><published>2009-07-23T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T19:42:04.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The way you asked me yesterday, was really cute. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-4935337610739059915?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/4935337610739059915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=4935337610739059915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4935337610739059915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4935337610739059915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/07/way-you-asked-me-yesterday-was-really.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-4790770483179035197</id><published>2009-07-19T22:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:38:19.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had fun today though it was a pretty normal outing. :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. So the day started with Sandy sitting there at Macdonald's with my parents while waiting for me to finish eating. Then at the arcade my parents, especially my mum saw THEM. And uhm. Well it was super awkward! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Vivo and I saw something I want at Forever 21. :D:D:D:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;$43. ]: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. I think I'm going back there to replenish my stock of underwear at La Senza next sunday. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The La Senza at Tampines closed down. ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went up to the water area there and walked in it barefooted. Felt like the good old days again. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SmMvpg_jP1I/AAAAAAAABO0/fTi7cXPaXtk/s1600-h/P19-07-09_12.31.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SmMvpg_jP1I/AAAAAAAABO0/fTi7cXPaXtk/s400/P19-07-09_12.31.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360180371778649938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-4790770483179035197?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/4790770483179035197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=4790770483179035197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4790770483179035197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4790770483179035197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-fun-today-though-it-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SmMvpg_jP1I/AAAAAAAABO0/fTi7cXPaXtk/s72-c/P19-07-09_12.31.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-7662240057665961392</id><published>2009-07-16T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:00:41.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Living the wild life again. What did I promise myself? Why can't I just live the way I used to? Why can't I just be more easily contented?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-7662240057665961392?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/7662240057665961392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=7662240057665961392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7662240057665961392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7662240057665961392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/07/living-wild-life-again.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-7905347847648679892</id><published>2009-07-13T23:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T23:32:12.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rilakkuma fandom has reached a level of epicness. And I mean around the world, not me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.engadget.com/media/2009/07/13july_bandai_rilakkuma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.engadget.com/media/2009/07/13july_bandai_rilakkuma.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LOLOL. It looks like some toy laptop doesn't it?! HAHAHA. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TJ gave me the link to this and at first I thought he had that virus that will keep sending people weird links. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA. And the title says "Bandai's New RilakKuma Netbook (Netbook for Kids)". And I thought kids don't like Rilakkuma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It only has a limited 500 copies worldwide and the specs sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lecture with Mr Simon Cave was so much better than all the other previous LA lectures of the year. I'll much rather learn about GP essay writing skills than some. You know. You know. MMMM. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-7905347847648679892?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/7905347847648679892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=7905347847648679892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7905347847648679892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7905347847648679892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/07/rilakkuma-fandom-has-reached-level-of.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-8618598651448490467</id><published>2009-07-12T20:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:47:17.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Tampines Ikea on Friday, and again just now. I seriously feel like refurbishing my room. Tear down the beds, the desk and paint the room a dark shade of grey. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's some pictures and quotes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlnXu_05p0I/AAAAAAAABOk/xssFs_X5NZU/s1600-h/z184806338.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlnXu_05p0I/AAAAAAAABOk/xssFs_X5NZU/s400/z184806338.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357550434141185858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlnXup9ne0I/AAAAAAAABOc/fxdhEnwNg8c/s1600-h/z189966388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 329px; height: 109px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlnXup9ne0I/AAAAAAAABOc/fxdhEnwNg8c/s400/z189966388.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357550428272163650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlnXuQNDIuI/AAAAAAAABOU/d_7X7Il0rmA/s1600-h/z127971761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 377px; height: 82px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlnXuQNDIuI/AAAAAAAABOU/d_7X7Il0rmA/s400/z127971761.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357550421357568738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;our love was like a fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but then you left in mid-desire; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i put it out with my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and now you're trying to reach me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;after all these years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;after all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that fire burnt too fast, it didnt take long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it burnt part of me in haste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and you can probably hear it in my voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;part of her is gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;part of her is gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Love is strange and unreliable.&lt;br /&gt;You can be totally in love today, and tomorrow, you can be completely confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Love is a deadly feeling. It gives you passion, but jealousy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It gives you sorrow, but happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It gives you, it makes you and it breaks you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seeing him was like hearing an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;old song come on the radio; bringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;up so many old feelings &amp;amp; memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that you can't tune them out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;if you see me walking with someone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;it's not because i love them, it's because you weren't there to walk with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;if i fall in love with someone else, it's not because i wanted to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but because you weren't there to catch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlnaPw-6LNI/AAAAAAAABOs/y-penQe7zWM/s1600-h/z151448181.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 90px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlnaPw-6LNI/AAAAAAAABOs/y-penQe7zWM/s400/z151448181.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357553196115569874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"do you know," chris said softly, "what it's like to love someone so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;that you can't see yourself without picturing her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;or what it's like to touch someone, and feel like you've come home?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;he made a fist, and rested it in the palm of his other hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"what we had wasn't about sex,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;or about being with someone just to show off what you've got,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;the way it was for other kids our age. we were, well, meant to be together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;some people spend their whole lives looking for that one person,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;he said. "I was lucky enough to have her all along."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;-the pact; jodi picoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I wanna read this book! I think Horsie was reading this during the china trip last year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="itembody" style="position: relative; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 0px; width: 513px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;When you miss the King of the World scene in Tiantic, you can rewind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You can fast forward through when Simba's dad dies in the Lion King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But in life, if you miss something, you miss it. You can't go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sometimes you take all the right chances, say all the right things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and you still end up right back where you started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Happiness is not free, even though everyone says it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Really, think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Something bad has to happen for you to realize how much you appreciate what you have now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;to truly be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You won't know what the sunshine feels like unless you've been in the dark for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The people you love the most are the ones that end up hurting you the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Life bites, and there are no guarantees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;but somehow it always ends up giving you this great feeling when everything's said and done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-8618598651448490467?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/8618598651448490467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=8618598651448490467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8618598651448490467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8618598651448490467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-to-tampines-ikea-on-friday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlnXu_05p0I/AAAAAAAABOk/xssFs_X5NZU/s72-c/z184806338.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-990157283616145183</id><published>2009-07-08T18:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T18:47:44.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be doing more productive stuffs now instead of being here. Things like studying for MATHS TEST WHICH IS TOMORROW, and sleeping because I dozed off while writing du hou gan today. D:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must've become immune to failing, really. I used to freak out so much over maths tests that I'll have panic attacks and sometimes cry. But now, I would be, "OH, HI MATH. *stares at math questions* OH. Don't know how to do. BYE MATH. *packs bag, go online*". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is really bad. Why's my motivation always gone when the tests are nearing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think our school library is super cool. :D Equipped with a cafe, 2 storeys high and lots of comfortable and nice couches.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-990157283616145183?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/990157283616145183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=990157283616145183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/990157283616145183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/990157283616145183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-should-be-doing-more-productive.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-1379869832295754560</id><published>2009-07-05T11:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T11:44:59.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life still goes on</title><content type='html'>Went to Jurong Point yesterday to find my parents. LOL. It really is true, Boon Lay turns into some foreign workers town at night. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate at Ding Tai Fung and the service there's really good. :D They give you a basket for you to put your bags. LOL. And I FINALLY tried the make-it-yourself cake there. :D Obviously my brother messed it up. &gt;&lt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlAgyabPHBI/AAAAAAAABOE/Nl9VhxNvFtg/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlAgyabPHBI/AAAAAAAABOE/Nl9VhxNvFtg/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlAgyabPHBI/AAAAAAAABOE/Nl9VhxNvFtg/s400/DSC00724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354816007402626066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture from 2 weeks ago. We got lost at Somerset. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlAhTokOqvI/AAAAAAAABOM/rQ1ojBEZ-Nc/s1600-h/DSC00681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlAhTokOqvI/AAAAAAAABOM/rQ1ojBEZ-Nc/s400/DSC00681.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354816578134125298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were supposed to sit in the opposite direction towards City Hall but well I got on the wrong one and she followed me. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-1379869832295754560?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/1379869832295754560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=1379869832295754560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1379869832295754560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1379869832295754560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-still-goes-on.html' title='Life still goes on'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SlAgyabPHBI/AAAAAAAABOE/Nl9VhxNvFtg/s72-c/DSC00724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-257973074976399820</id><published>2009-06-28T17:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T17:47:32.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's reopening tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad life. I haven't really meant ":D" when I used it for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad life indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still mainly lurking on wordpress. Find me there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-257973074976399820?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/257973074976399820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=257973074976399820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/257973074976399820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/257973074976399820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/06/schools-reopening-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-3492057772538227324</id><published>2009-06-24T23:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T23:59:20.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Endless rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-3492057772538227324?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/3492057772538227324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=3492057772538227324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3492057772538227324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3492057772538227324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/06/endless-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-5273601953242989495</id><published>2009-06-08T12:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:35:45.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temporal Reprieve</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweetlyvenomous.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://sweetlyvenomous.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;He woke.&lt;br /&gt;A final view of blue.&lt;br /&gt;Dear cordias. Wet rouge.&lt;br /&gt;Relieve romance to graves.&lt;br /&gt;Please, please don't forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-5273601953242989495?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/5273601953242989495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=5273601953242989495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5273601953242989495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5273601953242989495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/06/temporal-reprieve.html' title='Temporal Reprieve'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-4196823490023895348</id><published>2009-06-07T14:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:59:00.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem</title><content type='html'>When I've made up my mind to take the first step, you aren't online. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh. *pokes pokes pokes* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-4196823490023895348?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/4196823490023895348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=4196823490023895348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4196823490023895348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4196823490023895348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/06/requiem.html' title='Requiem'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-2173290601293447583</id><published>2009-06-06T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:04:00.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vini, vidi, vici</title><content type='html'>It's my maternal grandma's birthday today. 62 I think. =P If I'm not wrong that is. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to some weird ulu restaurant at Toa Payoh which doesn't look very impressive, but the food was actually pretty nice. I think today's my first time drinking "Buddha jumps over the wall" and there's a really cute mini abalone inside, which I couldn't bear to eat. ]: Well it's not as if I like abalones in the first place so I gave it to my grandfather. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt sick after that and my back was hurting. I was tracing the contours of my spine today and I think that the curved part has gotten worse. Curvier? When I pressed on that part it kind of hurt. Like now, I could actually feel it, it's not exactly pain but I just FEEL something there. Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esoteric? I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An idiosyncrasy? Probably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complex? I don't think so too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only people could read my mind, I wouldn't have to be so exasperated all the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, wait. Scratch that. There are a lot of things that I DON'T want people to know. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're just like a little boy. Reading what you typed always made me smile and I'll get this unexplainable urge to wanna pinch or kiss your cheeks. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do the both of you come across as little boys to me? D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sure as hell am not a pedophile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; made me feel like a little girl too, to be pampered. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You always put a smile on my face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. Perfidy? Well, I shan't think so much about it anymore. There's so much more to life, like DONUTS, COFFEE, TEA, FOOD, AND OTHER GUYS. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theresa loves coffee and tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theresa loves pastas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theresa loves donuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theresa loves J.Co and Gloria and Starbucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theresa loves her bed and her bolster and her soft toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theresa loves... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aye no I don't actually. Perhaps it's just a reprieve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nympho? O:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2173290601293447583?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2173290601293447583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2173290601293447583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2173290601293447583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2173290601293447583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-my-maternal-grandmas-birthday-today.html' title='Vini, vidi, vici'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-7556335878723271868</id><published>2009-06-05T19:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T19:40:31.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>J.Co at Tampines One! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheese donut! :D IT TASTES NICE. YOU SHOULD TRY THE PIZZA ONE TOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikBQUIT8CI/AAAAAAAABN8/4NhmFjuS9a8/s1600-h/DSC00619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikBQUIT8CI/AAAAAAAABN8/4NhmFjuS9a8/s400/DSC00619.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343803812644909090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikBQcG-nEI/AAAAAAAABN0/U58RFiFFjXk/s1600-h/05-06-09_1652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikBQcG-nEI/AAAAAAAABN0/U58RFiFFjXk/s400/05-06-09_1652.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343803814786800706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikA0ucwNMI/AAAAAAAABNs/nNskMiwejgs/s1600-h/DSC00629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikA0ucwNMI/AAAAAAAABNs/nNskMiwejgs/s400/DSC00629.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343803338673632450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like J.Co's napkins! "Don't lose your ideas, quickly write them down!". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikA0QktZHI/AAAAAAAABNk/bvIIiw0FE5Y/s1600-h/DSC00621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikA0QktZHI/AAAAAAAABNk/bvIIiw0FE5Y/s400/DSC00621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343803330653938802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikA0IPqqZI/AAAAAAAABNc/YgWQ-fMXKqM/s1600-h/05-06-09_1654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikA0IPqqZI/AAAAAAAABNc/YgWQ-fMXKqM/s400/05-06-09_1654.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343803328418195858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikAz7aED2I/AAAAAAAABNU/_Q_FQalzNGQ/s1600-h/05-06-09_1643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikAz7aED2I/AAAAAAAABNU/_Q_FQalzNGQ/s400/05-06-09_1643.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343803324972142434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikAz5nPGVI/AAAAAAAABNM/A5E1FUtMEz4/s1600-h/05-06-09_1642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikAz5nPGVI/AAAAAAAABNM/A5E1FUtMEz4/s400/05-06-09_1642.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343803324490520914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA. I'm too lazy to upload the J.Co at Raffles City's photos. =P&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had fun today and on Monday too. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked super lots on Monday. Sorry that you have to listen to me rant and rant and rant. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOLOL. Wen said that I'm sick and she was scared of me today. ]: HAHAHA. YOUR PHONE'S SICKER OKAY. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Studied with Yan Ci and Joanne at the Mac's at Bras Basah yesterday. Had both breakfast and lunch there. No wonder I'm getting chubbbbier. ]: NOOOO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FATS, PLEASE GO TO THE RIGHT AREAS AND NOT THE FACE OR THE BUTT OR THE THIGHS PLEASE THANK YOU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, back to the studying thing. It was QUITE productive, seeing as we get more things done outside than we would at home. HAHA. We ended up talking after a while and then shopping for Joanne's ear phones. LOL. It was funny, she asked the person to cut the wrong pair of earphones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-7556335878723271868?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/7556335878723271868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=7556335878723271868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7556335878723271868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7556335878723271868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/06/j.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SikBQUIT8CI/AAAAAAAABN8/4NhmFjuS9a8/s72-c/DSC00619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-4707981347614708625</id><published>2009-06-04T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T21:41:02.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What are you doing to yourself again Theresa? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't slacken now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You studied hard and got an A for that Bio test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need to work extra hard for the remaining 3 months to pull up your grades. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psychology or law baby. You hate doing things you dislike, anything other than those 2 would be a torture for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stop bothering about him would you? Haven't you already seen him for who he really is? An asshole. A jerk. A liar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't you just focus on your studies for once? Anything but him. Anything but boys. Ignore him. Ignore him2. They're not worth it baby. Wait and see after 3 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One shot. The only one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let anything else negate your efforts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let anyone else negatve your effots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm worry you've caught me at the wrong time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To you , if you have any sense of propriety, or even shame at all, don't say things about me the way you used to about her. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really do wonder at times, do we really know each other or had ours been a shallow one too?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I don't recognize you at all, a pity to say that I know him better than I know you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I sound schizophrenic here. Goodness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-4707981347614708625?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/4707981347614708625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=4707981347614708625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4707981347614708625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4707981347614708625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-are-you-doing-to-yourself-again.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-1819328235350547880</id><published>2009-05-31T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:26:03.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJCZBCe_NLc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OJCZBCe_NLc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;PINK. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. I'm not feeling good but whatever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love his sleeeeepy eyes. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I seriously need to go and pack my stuffs now. Yes, now. Seriously so many things to pack. *faints* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-1819328235350547880?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/1819328235350547880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=1819328235350547880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1819328235350547880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1819328235350547880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/05/pink.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-848352742085319092</id><published>2009-05-31T10:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:41:43.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why did you have to be so cruel? So harsh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know you're this heartless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is our past nothing to you at all? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never been this upset before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want from you is some decent conversations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you feel nothing at all when you think back to our past? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't know you would be this cold to me, thought you would at least talk to me nicely before I am gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you miss me when I'm gone? Probably not. Since you think my going is better, you probably can't wait for me to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When did we become like this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;难道我们不曾相爱过&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-848352742085319092?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/848352742085319092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=848352742085319092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/848352742085319092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/848352742085319092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-did-you-have-to-be-so-cruel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-8290991398681310843</id><published>2009-05-24T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:11:07.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking about you a lot these 2 days. Maybe because it's 24th today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, but sometimes, I just really miss the familiarity of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As in I can talk to you a certain way that I can't with others, and we both know how each other will react to certain things. We may not understand each other very well, ok maybe we do, it's just that we don't give in to each other. But bottomline is, I just really miss the familiarity of talking to you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The precarious balance that I've worked hard to strike for the past few days has been disturbed again. I can't say I didn't try this time around. I tried much harder than I ever did and I was satisfied with the results. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-8290991398681310843?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/8290991398681310843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=8290991398681310843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8290991398681310843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8290991398681310843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/05/ive-been-thinking-about-you-lot-these-2.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-2971021316571802321</id><published>2009-05-23T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:06:53.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did you think I would grovel and say sorry for something I did not do wrong? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry babe but times have changed. The wind has shifted. Go find another target darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The egotistical side in you would be happy to know that I still like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2971021316571802321?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2971021316571802321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2971021316571802321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2971021316571802321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2971021316571802321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/05/did-you-think-i-would-grovel-and-say.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-8268018391364726931</id><published>2009-05-20T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T19:31:40.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so relieved I didn't get a C for history! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Z remembers my name! I wonder if it's because he overheard me going gaga over him. 0: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It would be quite mortifying if he really did. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened was, weeks ago, I was walking down the stairs with Li Sha and Siting. And I was talking about how cute Mr Z was. After I stopped talking about him for quite a while, I turned around and he was behind us. MAYBE HE OVERHEARD. WHY ELSE WOULD HE REMEMBER MY NAME? I'm a hibernator in class, I don't contribute to class discussions, so there is absolutely NO reason why he would remember me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like his sense of humour too. HAHA. I decided at the last minute to go for the history lecture on Saturday and then he wanted to put down my name on his laptop. But it didn't want to respond, so he said "Never mind, Theresa right? You better attend the talk otherwise I would take disciplinary action againt you." LMAO. He was smiling as he said that. He's nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were times I wonder, would you have backed off if you hadn't seen us together?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would happen if you didn't know about us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would there be something? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've told me earlier, and I chose you over him, what would things be like now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-8268018391364726931?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/8268018391364726931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=8268018391364726931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8268018391364726931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8268018391364726931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-relieved-i-didnt-get-c-for.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-1915871233966302206</id><published>2009-05-19T19:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T19:34:33.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>你这种德性的人说什么恋爱,免谈吧! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像你这样的人, 最为可耻, 没资格说感情这门事. 假惺惺地装模作样也只是在贬低自己罢了.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-1915871233966302206?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/1915871233966302206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=1915871233966302206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1915871233966302206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1915871233966302206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-3360068142793263333</id><published>2009-05-13T20:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:21:37.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PW yesterday was, well, bad. I screwed up. Everybody else's questions were pretty easy but mine was difficult.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Discombobulate. Hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From tomorrow onwards, yours sincerely shall focus and not zone out at all during lessons, especially Math and Physics. Yours sincerely vows not to fantasize or think about He-who-shall-not-be-mentioned or food or starbucks or kiiroitori or Japan during lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我要发愤图强了.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm still waiting for you although I know I ought to have moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-3360068142793263333?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/3360068142793263333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=3360068142793263333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3360068142793263333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3360068142793263333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/05/pw-yesterday-was-well-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-585094916587022750</id><published>2009-05-11T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:51:33.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. ONE OF YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;None. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT IS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;Some stitched thingy and a new year deco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. DO YOU SNORE, GRIND YOUR TEETH, OR TALK IN YOUR SLEEP?&lt;br /&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT TYPE OF MUSIC DO YOU LISTEN TO?&lt;br /&gt;Rock, alt, rnb occasionally. Anything that's nice will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?&lt;br /&gt;1pm. LOL. Yesterday was mother's day and my grandma and mum were all talkin about birth timings. I'm an afternoon baby. :D A quick baby born during the hustle and bustle of lunch time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;TO STOP FAILING MAN. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT/WHOM DO YOU MISS?&lt;br /&gt;Wtf lah. Why whenever I do quizzes got this kind of questions one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT IS YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION(S)?&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING. I don't like to lose stuffs or throw away stuffs. I have OCD. *glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. HOW TALL ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;*glares* I'm not tall, nor am I short. I'm just of a fun height. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC?&lt;br /&gt;SOMETIMES. In the lift. Zomgwtfbbq. When the lift is SUPER packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I had to sleep with the lights on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY?&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Being abandoned. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Black's fine. Eye colours if no blue or green then brown lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF BEING PROPOSED TO?&lt;br /&gt;LOLOL. Singapore flyer? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;COFF-EE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. FAVORITE PIZZA?&lt;br /&gt;Cheese pizza is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Jumbo sausage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. FAVORITE COLOR OF ALL TIME&lt;br /&gt;Pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. HAVE YOU EVER EATEN A GOLDFISH?&lt;br /&gt;*pukes* Never. Ever. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST MEANINGFUL GIFT YOU'VE EVER RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. A watch I guess? It's meaningful cos I'm always late so it's pretty practical. Heh. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?&lt;br /&gt;LOL. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND?&lt;br /&gt;No favourite. But I really like Juicy Couture. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE FEMALE/MALE CELEBRITY?&lt;br /&gt;I like Jonathan Rhys Meyers. He's HOT in Matchpoint. And yes I finished watching the whole uncensored movie a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I had an inexplicable urge to put someone's name here. But then sadly, I guess I'm more of that person's pet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING?&lt;br /&gt;Sounds oddly familiar, probably. If you mean the person's dying, yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SCENT?&lt;br /&gt;Someone's scent? And the coffee smell at Starbucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES?&lt;br /&gt;Brunettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. FAVORITE QUOTE?&lt;br /&gt;Never place someone as your priority when you are only someone else's option&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. FAVORITE PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;Any starbucks outlet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE USA?&lt;br /&gt;Like forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. YOUR WEAKNESSES?&lt;br /&gt;TOO EMOTIONAL. LOL. I guess I've been pmsing the past few days. Been crying for the littlest of reasons, like after reading a tragedy book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. MET ANYONE FAMOUS?&lt;br /&gt;None whom I can recall as of right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. FIRST JOB?&lt;br /&gt;None yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. DO YOU THINK EVERYONE OUT THERE HAS A SOUL MATE?&lt;br /&gt;Probably. Who knows. Fate is strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. WHAT WERE YOU DOING BEFORE YOU FILLED THIS OUT?&lt;br /&gt;Audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. HAVE YOU EVER HAD SURGERY&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing? ]: HAHA. Used to be eyes I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. HAVE YOU EVER HAD BRACES?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing but you. :D And I had it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT AND THEIR NAMES?&lt;br /&gt;2. 1 boy and 1 girl. Verine and Brendon. :D HO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Apparently after some journalist working for the Straits Times a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WHAT IS THE BIGGEST TURN OFF OF THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Not able to carry off an intelligible conversation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. WHAT IS ONE THING YOU LIKED ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;Friends, fun. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHAT KIND OF SHAMPOO DO YOU USE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Herbal Essences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?&lt;br /&gt;No. But lazy to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?&lt;br /&gt;Luncheon meat or wat. I like lamb chops. Dad cooked a really delicious lamb chop on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. ANY BAD HABITS?&lt;br /&gt;Lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ARE YOU A JEALOUS PERSON?&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Probably. My blurness could be quite amusing at times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. DO YOU AGREE WITH FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS?&lt;br /&gt;WTF. SERIOUSLY. EVERYONE'S OUT TO GET ME TODAY. WHY ALL THESE QUESTIONS. I don't know. Friends with benefits only if both parties aren't attached. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. DO LOOKS MATTER?&lt;br /&gt;To a certain extent. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER?&lt;br /&gt;Crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;1 brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHAT'S YOUR MAIN GOAL IN LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;Be a practicing psychiatrist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE MEMORY AS A CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;Playing with barbie dolls?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. WERE YOU A FAN OF BARNEY AS A LITTLE KID?&lt;br /&gt;NO. But I have their cds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. DO YOU USE SARCASM?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. Of course after all those time spent with Lame Friend her sarcasm must have rubbed off on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. MASHED POTATOES OR MACARONI AND CHEESE?&lt;br /&gt;TOUGH CHOICE. Macaroni and cheese then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;Black plastic-rimmed specs. :D HEH. Nah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES?&lt;br /&gt;Tree, tweety bird, queen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. IF YOU HAD A SUPER POWER WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;Being able to read people's minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. You want some bimbotic show or an intellect one? America's Next Top Model, Project Runway. And anything from the history channel. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. WHAT'S THE BEST WAY TO DEAL WITH YOUR ENEMIES?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;Anything that's chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. DO YOU HAVE ALL YOUR FINGERS AND TOES?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. DO YOU HAVE A COMPUTER IN YOUR ROOM?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. PLANS FOR TONIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Prepare Information Sheet for Ace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. WHERE DO YOU WANT TO LIVE WHEN YOU ARE OLDER?&lt;br /&gt;Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. LAST THING YOU DRANK?&lt;br /&gt;Plain water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?&lt;br /&gt;Wen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?&lt;br /&gt;Go online and do nothing, read and go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. FAVORITE THING TO HATE? &lt;br /&gt;LOL. None.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. FAVORITE SEASON OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;winter or autumn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE TYPE OF CANDY?&lt;br /&gt;M&amp;amp;Ms counted as candy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. HAVE YOU EVER REALLY HAD A BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. EYE COLOR?&lt;br /&gt;Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. SHOE SIZE?&lt;br /&gt;6 to 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. FAVORITE FAST FOOD PLACE?&lt;br /&gt;KFC, BK. Mac is for studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. FAVORITE RESTAURANT?&lt;br /&gt;MARCHE BABY. I miss Marche. ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. DO YOU LIKE SUSHI?&lt;br /&gt;It's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. WATCH TV TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. PLAY ANY MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. REPUBLICAN OR DEMOCRAT?&lt;br /&gt;Democrat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. KISSES OR HUGS?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. One night stands. :D NAH. KIDDING. =P Relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT?&lt;br /&gt;Food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WOULD YOU EVER BE A HOUSEWIFE?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on who my husband is and if he earns enough to be able to pamper me and the kids too. LOL. I had a funny dream some time ago. I spent too much and had no cash left to buy the kid some small snacks and he starved. And he complained to daddy while I was cooking dinner. ]: And daddy scolded me. ]: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;Some psychology book by Sigmund Freud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. DESCRIBE YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;br /&gt;Nonexistent lah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-585094916587022750?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/585094916587022750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=585094916587022750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/585094916587022750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/585094916587022750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/05/1.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-627947322264259067</id><published>2009-05-02T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T14:07:43.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to have studied differentiation 2 days ago.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm proud to announce that I haven't started anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go me. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw and I've just had a little bout of depression after having finished reading The Friday Night Knitting Club. It's so sad! The woman just suddenly had complications and DIED, after recovering so well from operation and chemo. One moment she's enjoying her life with her love and her daughter, and then suddenly, poof, she's gone. Gone with the wind. Life indeed is fragile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Sometimes all you have to do is to just let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Let everything fade into the dark recesses of your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;If that someone is yours, no matter what, that someone will return to your side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Wait while open to other opportunities too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-627947322264259067?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/627947322264259067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=627947322264259067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/627947322264259067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/627947322264259067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-supposed-to-have-studied.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-118817787329053093</id><published>2009-04-28T18:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:58:50.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les Miserable</title><content type='html'>Damn it. It still hurts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In your heart, I'm nothing now. Below all your friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hurts like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But whatever. The old you is the one I love, continue being this way and I'll stop loving you soon. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I was trying to stop myself from laughing when Chickie was presenting today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's amusing. ^^ Ok he didn't say anything amusing but I don't know... It was JUST amusing. Other people agreed with me too. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think calling him Chickie is still better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Juns. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. I should be studying physics now but my computer's just pulling me towards it. ]: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Earth isn't neutralising the charges well you know, if not I won't be attracted to my lap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok that may be a wrong concept. 0.0 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hais. I just realised that both guys whom I've liked quite a lot are scorpios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SERIOUSLY. I thought he's sagittarius! Sagittarius and Aries are compatible you know! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hais. I miss talking to you normally, even though I didn't really talk much and you're always the one initiating the conversations. I always end up smiling at you. HEH. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss having you poke me lightly in the shoulder when you want to tell me something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's safe to say these stuffs here. Don't think he ever comes here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if you've ever liked me, but my instincts told me that you did. Once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh man. Why am I writing about these kinda stuffs when I should be studying PHYSICS and HISTORY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mr Zein's amusing and cute. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some girls' wallets were stolen today and Mr Zein was in the class all along. He was saying that he's the prime suspect and asked us if we wanted to search through his stuffs at the teacher's table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUNS. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND JUNS AREN'T GAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok they're just... feminine, more feminine than members of their own sex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and bras that open from the front are so much more convenient and comfortable. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-118817787329053093?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/118817787329053093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=118817787329053093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/118817787329053093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/118817787329053093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/les-miserable.html' title='Les Miserable'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-4600857309979041533</id><published>2009-04-27T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T18:52:13.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LA expository test today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no clue as to what I've been writing for the whole essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoopeedoooo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I predict a 17 again. The stupid number that's always haunting me for essays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;J's laptop is super cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of haunting, would you please stop appearing in my dreams? Seriously I dream about you almost EVERY night. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a break from seeing your face everywhere can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-4600857309979041533?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/4600857309979041533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=4600857309979041533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4600857309979041533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4600857309979041533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-expository-test-today.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-2761172725050820526</id><published>2009-04-26T12:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:21:34.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like Starbucks. :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being at Starbucks gives you a happy Theresa. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why but I feel very contented and happy just to be at Starbucks, regardless of who I'm with. Well of course don't put a person I absolutely abhor in front of me. Come to think of it, there's nobody that I absolutely abhor anyway. I either like someone or I'm completely neutral towards him/her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;VANILLA LATTE. ICED VANILLA LATTE. CARAMEL MACCHIATO. YUMYUM. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to just sit there and talk and do work. It makes me happy. No idea why. I just like the environment at Starbucks, especially Tampines Mall's and Jurong Point's. It has that homely feeling there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going bankrupt due to my weekly Starbucks treat. ]: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just went there with Wen yesterday and did some physics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TY WEN FOR HELPING ME TO COPY BIO NOTES. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see. I've been to the Starbucks at Tampines Mall, Bugis, Raffles City, Wisma Atria, Vivo, Plaza Singapura, Jurong Point. That's all. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEH. Coffee makes me happy. Tea too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T. :D I like T. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T has nice eyes. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. This morning I was just sitting there and disturbing my brother when my mum freaked out on me. She saw that I was having more and more pimples and kept going on and on and on. And then suddenly she stood up and said in a super loud voice, pronouncing that she can't stand it anymore and ordered me to go and wear a hairband. She then proceeded to apply a half sliced lemon and dabbed it all over my face. It stung. &gt;&lt;" For a whole 5 minutes before she allowed m me to wash it off. And then she applied this orange Niks aroma gel that's for treating pimples on my face. It stung too. And the whole time she kept nagging me to be more uhm, vain. LOL. But her treatment does work. My pimples are not as obvious now and my face's actually fairer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2761172725050820526?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2761172725050820526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2761172725050820526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2761172725050820526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2761172725050820526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-starbucks.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-2323615960524625563</id><published>2009-04-24T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T23:17:29.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy non-existent anniversary. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2323615960524625563?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2323615960524625563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2323615960524625563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2323615960524625563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2323615960524625563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-non-existent-anniversary.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-2087760753954630479</id><published>2009-04-24T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:29:30.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lots of tests next week. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aircon died on me. My beloved air-con. *looks at air-con longingly* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. So this week was spent slacking a LOT. A LOT A LOT A LOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time for a reality slap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Major sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Theresa, how could you? How could you do that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You quite like him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You like HIM more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sure. You're attracted to him. He has coolio specs, beautiful eyes and nice chiselled chin and hair and all. BUT STILLLLLL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No idea how to get out of this mess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2087760753954630479?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2087760753954630479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2087760753954630479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2087760753954630479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2087760753954630479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/lots-of-tests-next-week.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-7153927148646598680</id><published>2009-04-21T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:56:36.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is DHSCO's SYF day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JY PEOPLE and get that Gold with Honours. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've always been regarded as the best school orchestra, so, let's not disappoint tmr! (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good luck DHSCO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-7153927148646598680?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/7153927148646598680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=7153927148646598680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7153927148646598680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7153927148646598680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/tomorrow-is-dhscos-syf-day.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-6313842756937475170</id><published>2009-04-19T21:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:50:02.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some person just said that I sound very teh over the phone. 0.0&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I wasn't nervous or what, and I thought my voice sounded pretty low. Only when I'm nervous then would my voice be high-pitched, only then would i sound like a little girl and teh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teh? *raises eyebrow in skepticism* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents went to Tampines One and then, well, it was pretty amusing. First the basement was like FLOODED. There people using mops and vacuums and all trying to dry the floor. And then my dad was like the fountain overflowed, but I thought that maybe the restaurant near the fountain caught fire or something. HAHA. It was pretty chaotic. And then when my mum and I were queueing at Mr Bean, the lights went off. Most of those little food shops and UrbanWrite were affected and people had to evacuate out.  I wanted to go UrbanWrite to buy my pen. ]:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. My dad kept mumbling to himself, opposing to my buying ONE measly little orange pen. He said I have enough pens at home to open a stationery shop. &gt;&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've not done LA journals and I'm rushing PW now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hai. I wish I could have another week of holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-6313842756937475170?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/6313842756937475170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=6313842756937475170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/6313842756937475170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/6313842756937475170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-person-just-said-that-i-sound-very.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-7700552724342145008</id><published>2009-04-19T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:04:41.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Know I said I'm moving on. And I shouldn't be so concerned over you.  All the more so since you rejected my attempts. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to read your archives when I should never have done so. It just brought back lots of memories, to those post exam days and the process of us getting closer and closer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those memories still bring this warm fuzzy thingy to my heart. They still make me smile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, I'm moving but I'm going nowhere again. I'm just lost in transition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-7700552724342145008?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/7700552724342145008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=7700552724342145008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7700552724342145008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7700552724342145008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/know-i-said-im-moving-on.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-6711509438053893963</id><published>2009-04-18T18:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T19:22:19.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness comes from within (:</title><content type='html'>Well I guess it's true, just like that song "Stop and Stare", I'm moving but I'm going nowhere. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Move on, move on, but then I always waver at the slight sign of tenderness. That shall change from this moment onwards. Well, not like there's any tenderness left anyway. There's no use holding on to something that has already been extinguished. With a "pop" sound. =P As sudden as the glowing splint being extinguished. HAHAHA. Quite an apt analogy huh. Chem prac test and revision for retest's getting my head a little screwed up. =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES. I FAILED CHEM. *runs around in circles* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. And the most retarded thing is? When I look back at the paper, for most of the questions that I got wrong, I actually KNEW how to do them. Especially the last question, it was in my assessment book and I did it correctly in there! *faints*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Josh's house to do PW, it was KINDA unproductive. We ended up playing monopoly after a while. :D HAHA. In the beginning I was like winning, people always landed at the properties that I bought. Then in the end I got sick of playing and didn't buy any more properties. LOL. Joshua was super unlucky, right after he landed on my railway station, he landed on my other property too. :D And he kept going to jail! HAHAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after PW I met up with Wen since she was conveniently at Tampines. We went to Tampines One AGAIN, and hallelujah, it was actually walkable today. Last Friday when we went there, there was SO many people that they needed security guards at the escalators to ensure safety. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RETAIL THERAPY FEELS GOOD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. Not really RETAIL therapy per se, more like window shopping, but I really was contemplating buying the shoes since I had enough cash on hand. And I really loved the heels. AND THEY'RE ACTUALLY WALKABLE. I didn't have to be extra careful in them as compared to when I'm wearing other heels. And it's not that expensive! It's 29.90. Mitju ftw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now for a lovely picture of the shoe. (Ignore my top tanned, bottom white legs -.-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sem0VYTChRI/AAAAAAAABMs/NB-Art2jXxs/s1600-h/DSC00497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sem0VYTChRI/AAAAAAAABMs/NB-Art2jXxs/s400/DSC00497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325986313734882578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LALA. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sem0VQMQ9dI/AAAAAAAABM0/qBE1kwM9qtQ/s1600-h/DSC00402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sem0VQMQ9dI/AAAAAAAABM0/qBE1kwM9qtQ/s400/DSC00402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325986311558985170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. I was clearing pictures in my phone when I came across this. Friend looked adorable here. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clearing of pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catharsis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first step to recovery. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Theresa. :D *waves pompom around*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. I shall end this post with something dopey that happened today. At UrbanWrite in Tampines One, I wanted to buy this orange pen. And then I told wen nvm, since I need to get a decent lecture pad which could only be found in Tampines Mall's Popular, I'll just buy the pen there too for convenient's sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we trotted to Popular and I didn't find any nice lecture pad and so out of Popular we went. Only when we were crossing the road BACK to Tampines One did I realise that I forgot to buy the pen. But I felt too lazy to go down the steep scary stairs to UrbanWrite again and so didn't buy any pen. Don't ask me why we went back to Tampines One AGAIN where there were so many people. Going back and forth to places is just me. (: Yes, that's my exasperating habit. People who've shopped with me before would know that well. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-6711509438053893963?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/6711509438053893963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=6711509438053893963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/6711509438053893963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/6711509438053893963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/happiness-comes-from-within.html' title='Happiness comes from within (:'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sem0VYTChRI/AAAAAAAABMs/NB-Art2jXxs/s72-c/DSC00497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-3284913447548150587</id><published>2009-04-15T19:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:36:12.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a bad day. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt really nauseous after lunch. Don't know if it's the disgusting noodles I ate or the milk tea. I'll say it's the former, cos I already felt like puking even before I drank milk tea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting tired of school food. No matter how hungry I am, whenever I go down to the canteen I get turned off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. YEAH. I should so find a new hobby to do. :D Not secretly taking pictures of him of course. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. Nice and interesting guys are quite a rare breed these days. And I don't mean those only when they like you then they're nice to you that kind, I mean all around nice guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are the nice, study a lot and somewhat not so interesting ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then there are those who don't care and are not nice but they're fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both are kinda turn offish in some ways. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know why I'm writing about this. Just a random thought going through my mind at mac's just now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-3284913447548150587?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/3284913447548150587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=3284913447548150587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3284913447548150587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3284913447548150587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-1276579032556414558</id><published>2009-04-11T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T17:23:24.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want our empire back</title><content type='html'>I will give anything. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-1276579032556414558?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/1276579032556414558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=1276579032556414558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1276579032556414558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1276579032556414558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-our-empire-back.html' title='i want our empire back'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-4385195285677742856</id><published>2009-04-10T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:42:14.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sd6x_gmxQLI/AAAAAAAABMk/BG24r0LheUs/s1600-h/webcam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sd6x_gmxQLI/AAAAAAAABMk/BG24r0LheUs/s400/webcam2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322887514240925874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-4385195285677742856?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/4385195285677742856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=4385195285677742856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4385195285677742856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4385195285677742856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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/_TM6ztqDxVLI/Sd6x_gmxQLI/AAAAAAAABMk/BG24r0LheUs/s72-c/webcam2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-2079653183964940694</id><published>2009-04-10T09:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:53:05.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday was Career Day and it just made me more confused about the psychiatry thing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO psychology IS psychiatry? You have to complete a bachelor in psychology before doing a masters in order to become a psychiatrist? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And does NUS offer the course? The only psychology course I see in the booklet is under nursing. -.- I don't wanna study nursing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the whole process is 6 years? Wow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm. So yesterday I met up with Wen again. And then I had filet o fish and sprite and fries and CAPPUCCINO for dinner. :D HAHA. I miss my gloria's cappuccino. ]: I didn't go to city hall at all this week and it feels kinda weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. So anyway we were talking about North Korea's rocket thing and its communism and all. Seriously. This may be history repeating itself. Hitler became out of control because Britain and other countries were giving in to him and trying to appease him. And so, the more aggressive he gets. North Korea may just be like this. Scary man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wen and I were such no lifers too. Today's a HOLIDAY and we went to Popular and looked at math assessment books. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new shopping centre called Tampines 1 has opened. Wanna go there. ]: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2079653183964940694?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2079653183964940694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2079653183964940694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2079653183964940694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2079653183964940694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-yesterday-was-career-day-and-it-just.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-3571365164049637932</id><published>2009-04-05T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:54:19.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Worried. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did I have to be so impulsive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-3571365164049637932?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/3571365164049637932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=3571365164049637932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3571365164049637932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3571365164049637932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/worried.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-1457381257048382402</id><published>2009-04-05T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T14:49:53.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aries + Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire + Water = Steam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without doubt, Scorpio will take your breath away! Their power is quite likely way beyond any you’ve experienced before. This is a unique and intense combination from the outset. But can you handle it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aries, you like to dominate, and you prefer to be centre stage. You want to be the leader in a relationship, and Scorpio will let you think you are … for a while. But you’ll soon discover — and this will be a shock — that they plan to take that position in the relationship. And they plan to do it by stealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want the more positive aspects of this relationship to emerge and thrive, you must be careful to avoid getting into a battle of wills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite this, the relationship can work — sometimes famously. Take Agnetha Faltskog and Anni-Frid Lyngstad, the female singers of the 1970s hit band Abba. The two worked together wonderfully, and the partnership went on to sell millions of records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio is secretive and subtle, whereas you’re up front and blatant. This doesn’t mean Scorpio won’t say what’s on their mind. They do, but they don’t always say it immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’ll be occasions when your opinions will be vastly different, because of the differences in your life perspectives. Because you’re both very determined and forceful, you’ll find yourselves clashing intensely.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; These bouts of rage, when you both try to assert your superiority, will be a nice forerunner to the kiss-and-make-up (make love) sessions that follow. You may find yourselves provoking each other in order to get to the bedroom aftermath! (LOLOL -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio is a very compatible star sign for you sexually, because you are both ruled by the passionate Mars. Pluto dominates the sign of Scorpio, and brings with it a rather icy depth that may be hard for your often superficial approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio can inspire you to look beneath the surface of life, and you will enjoy exploring the deeper sides of life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aries, you do have the energy, physically and mentally, to keep up with Scorpio. Explore, experiment, and see where this journey might take you. At the very least it’ll be an interesting ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpios born between 24 October and 4 November will clash ferociously with you. You will irritate each other and take pleasure in proving each other wrong. This is perhaps to do with self-esteem issues. Making another person feel weaker so that you feel stronger is not a good basis for a relationship. This is not a relationship to be entered into without a great deal of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpios born between 4 November and 14 November are more idealistic and spiritually inclined than the other groups of Scorpios. You may be fascinated by them, but you might also find them a little too way-out for your liking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-1457381257048382402?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/1457381257048382402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=1457381257048382402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1457381257048382402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1457381257048382402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/aries-scorpio-fire-water-steam-without.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-6166230071653308294</id><published>2009-04-05T11:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:09:18.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings of life</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking. A lot. Well, I like to think and the only exception is when it comes to math stuffs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, what Li laoshi said really hold true for a lot of us. Actually a lot of things that Li laoshi mentioned in class made me reflect a lot. Don't we treat our friends better than we treat our parents, our siblings? The depth of feelings we have for our friends and our family members will of course be different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mum thinks I don't care for her. It's just when the occasion arises, I just... clam up. I want to say something but it's as if there's something stuck in my throat. And then the moment passes. I care for my family, but it's just I don't express it out. I can't. It's just all deep inside. Stuck there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps it's because I don't really talk much around them. Perhaps it's because we don't spend enough time together. When I come back from school my parents are still out, and when they reach home at 8/9plus pm they'll go their room to bathe and rest. This continues for 5 weekdays, and then when the weekend arrives they'll be preoccupied with my brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think Life has been really unfair to my mum. Judging by the cards she had been dealt, I wish I could be as optimistic and happy as her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-6166230071653308294?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/6166230071653308294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=6166230071653308294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/6166230071653308294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/6166230071653308294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/musings-of-life.html' title='Musings of life'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-8162238065978756318</id><published>2009-04-04T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:20:56.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MYSELF. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TY TO ALL WHO WISHED ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first person was Dear Friend. Of course since I reminded him to at 12 exactly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd was dearest lame friend. :D Sent me 3 msgs somemore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ty SANDY for calling all the way from China. (: Can't wait to see you in 3 more months! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-8162238065978756318?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/8162238065978756318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=8162238065978756318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8162238065978756318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8162238065978756318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-birthday-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-8580833666345913326</id><published>2009-03-24T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:19:22.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11.17&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have lost their meaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-8580833666345913326?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/8580833666345913326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=8580833666345913326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8580833666345913326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8580833666345913326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/03/11.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-5620639529239617855</id><published>2009-03-22T10:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:58:14.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nightmare</title><content type='html'>I woke up with a start today. 9.30plus.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought, I've still not touched my pw! DAMN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really AM the queen of procrastination. I was supposed to finish this by Wednesday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I'm going out later, my parents already warned me to finish before today and they'll be pissed with me if I said I don't wanna go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT MY PW!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*stares at the computer screen*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The horrors of report writing. I've contracted a phobia of it already. I'll much rather do my argumentative essay thank you very much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-5620639529239617855?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/5620639529239617855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=5620639529239617855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5620639529239617855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5620639529239617855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/03/nightmare.html' title='The Nightmare'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-1483627560011167498</id><published>2009-03-21T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T14:33:47.345+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I mean damn, what's not to adore</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_VBOgYN09I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p_VBOgYN09I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-1483627560011167498?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/1483627560011167498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=1483627560011167498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1483627560011167498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1483627560011167498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-mean-damn-whats-not-to-adore.html' title='I mean damn, what&apos;s not to adore'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-2556142290663396100</id><published>2009-03-19T19:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:14:29.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Level-wide spammage of surveys for LA PW. 0.0&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My inbox has at LEAST 10 mails from people asking me to do their surveys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only do for those who I'm either close with, or who are in my class. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL. I took back what I said just now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM SPAMMING SURVEYS NOW TOO. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desperate situations call for desperate measures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I didn't send to the senior high though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2556142290663396100?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2556142290663396100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2556142290663396100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2556142290663396100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2556142290663396100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/03/level-wide-spammage-of-surveys-for-la.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-7760572624041626770</id><published>2009-03-18T13:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:52:23.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today's the 18th</title><content type='html'>Approximately 9 more hours. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm supposed to be out of the house now and in the library doing my research for my essay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna go out with Wen later. She's gonna help me in my research too. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go to lots of places later and I have so many things to complete. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chinese eating assignment and the research for the essay. And to look for this thing I wanna get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My throat isn't agreeing with me today. *clears throat* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw LOTS of cute shirts at River Island yesterday. Didn't buy any though, so expensive. All the shirts I like are like $89, $99?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mum's home again today. 3 days of mc in a row. Oh well. Thank god today's the last day of her mc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-7760572624041626770?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/7760572624041626770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=7760572624041626770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7760572624041626770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7760572624041626770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-18th.html' title='today&apos;s the 18th'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-3095548663079922334</id><published>2009-03-17T11:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T11:55:35.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrowtomorrow</title><content type='html'>Seoul's between 10-16deg cel today. It's pretty warm already. :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't do any work yesterday. And I don't think I can finish so many stuffs by Wednesday. Go me. I just wallowed in my own sorrow and think about morbid stuffs at home. My bed's the best place for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna go shopping with Mum later I think. I wanna go buy cookie mix and bake stuffs for someone. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHA. Probably not. I can't cook for nuts. *yawns*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LALA. Am more cheerful today, hope it lasts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really want us to go back to how we were baby, it just feels different. You seem so distracted each time we're out, and you blow up at me so easily too. Do you not like me as much anymore? Can't we just think of the good times and work towards that again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-3095548663079922334?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/3095548663079922334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=3095548663079922334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3095548663079922334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3095548663079922334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/03/tomorrowtomorrow.html' title='tomorrowtomorrow'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-2562246889554753650</id><published>2009-03-16T18:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:16:34.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>time, stop crawling and move faster</title><content type='html'>I miss you so much. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much. How I wish it's tomorrow, then I'll only have to endure this longing for 1 day 4 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past 5 days were super miserable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This got me afraid, I wonder what I'll do without you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I thought of all the morbid stuffs and it got me really down. Plus the stupid rainy weather isn't helping my mood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed you super lots when you went to Japan too, but at least I was able to function normally. I was able to watch my anime and read my manga and go shopping happily. But now I can't do either of those things without feeling down at the same time. You're right, I need to be independent. But I don't really want to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2562246889554753650?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2562246889554753650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2562246889554753650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2562246889554753650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2562246889554753650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/03/time-stop-crawling-and-move-faster.html' title='time, stop crawling and move faster'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-5142200802687455243</id><published>2009-03-16T11:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T13:45:32.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Think I better make a list of stufs to do before I procrastinate. At least when I come to this blog I'll be reminded of the stuffs that I've NOT done. -.- And feel guilty as hell. Mm.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mymy, I'm the queen of procrastination. Seriously. I finished my eportfolio at 11pm last night. Literally last minute since it's supposed to be due on week 10, and just 1 more hour it would be week 11 already. Yay me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Things to do by this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Finish TRIGO 2 and 3 revision by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEDNESDAY, 18/3&lt;/span&gt;(what a daunting task since I ABSOLUTELY abhor trigo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Finish 2 differentiation assignments by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAY 20/3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Research on "Speak Good English" campaign by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, 18/3&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where do I go to research since it can't be based entirely on the internet? &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Finish LA essay on the campaign by Thursday. *yawns* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19/3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Bio abstract writing by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday, 18/3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Chinese food assignment by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;? Haven't got a chance to go out before then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now. Don't remember anymore work to complete. *yawns* It's drizzling now. Gloomy weather makes me depressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I can finish my LA essay by Wednesday, I probably have to force myself to sit at Starbucks or some other cafes and finish it. I get distracted way too easily at home with the internet and my books. If I have to stay overnight outside to finish, I will. That is if I'm allowed to in the first place. I can't use Wireless@SG outside cos my account's screwed up, so there'll be no internet to distract me. :D GOOD. Oh well. Yay me. -.- I've been weird lately, keep saying yay for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Bugis yesterday and ate at Ajisen. Yay. Love food. Food's yum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw this shirt that I want to buy with someone. :D It says "If I could put any alphabets together, I would put U and I together" or something along that line. So cool right. :D:D:D:D I WANT I WANT. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-5142200802687455243?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/5142200802687455243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=5142200802687455243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5142200802687455243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5142200802687455243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/03/think-i-better-make-list-of-stufs-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-8384886268969983272</id><published>2009-03-14T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:49:05.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAHA. I am so amused.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rilakkuma not only has a Nintendo DS game on it, now apparently it has a Wii game too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;0.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how fun it would be to swing your arms around and make Rilakkuma and his companions lie, sit, stand up and do stuffs. LOL. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.mto-power.com/character/rilakkuma/index.html  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. I can't read Jap, but I think you can do other things too, like ka jiao Rilakkuma and see his reaction. And play hide and seek or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO. WAIT. Upon closer inspection as I scrolled all the way down to the bottom of the page, the game does seem pretty fun. Not to mention adorable. Oh man. Makes me want to get a Wii and the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-8384886268969983272?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/8384886268969983272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=8384886268969983272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8384886268969983272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8384886268969983272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-2052155733514906022</id><published>2009-03-13T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:08:41.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wanna curl up on my bed and cry now. I've been doing that for the past don't know how many days that it's becoming a habit. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the night creeps in, and the desolation sets in, I have no fight against whatever forces that want to pull me into the abyss. I suspect, I've fallen into it again. And just when, just when I thought I've finally gotten rid of it for good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no, I can't succumb to it. I have to finish my essay. And crying's just a sign of weakness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so stressed out by so many things now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just want you back, for myself, to comfort me. To take my mind off things, give me reassurances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I know when you're here we'll just quarrel and quarrel, and I would only get more upset. But at least I can take comfort in your presence. Knowing that you're within reach off a phone call calms my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay safe and have fun there.  I'm kinda freezing in my room now with the air con on at 26deg cel. Wonder how you're coping with the 6 deg cel temperature. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2052155733514906022?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2052155733514906022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2052155733514906022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2052155733514906022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2052155733514906022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-just-wanna-curl-up-on-my-bed-and-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-162119188959211024</id><published>2009-03-13T20:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:52:39.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seoul is between -1deg cel to 6 deg cel today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you're not freezing over there. &gt;&lt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope the handwarmers work too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excuse the spammage of posts. There's so many things I want to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-162119188959211024?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/162119188959211024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=162119188959211024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/162119188959211024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/162119188959211024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/03/seoul-is-between-1deg-cel-to-6-deg-cel.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-32629303997175080</id><published>2009-03-13T20:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T11:53:22.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMzcxNzU1Mjg5NzkmcHQ9MTIzNzE3NTU*NTMxMSZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPTMwMWUwOGFiOTc2NTQ1MTI5Y2FmMDZmYzYzYjRmNTM1.gif" /&gt; 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I already told myself  in the morning not to make you angry again and let you leave all pissed. Seems like I failed again. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a year. ILY. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-1576582778659782998?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/1576582778659782998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=1576582778659782998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1576582778659782998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/1576582778659782998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-7908519601607132095</id><published>2009-02-22T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T21:18:53.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realise I always buy things not because I need to use them, but because I want to KEEP them. Like notebooks and stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realise too, that I bring my iPod with me wherever I go even though I don't use it nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost whatever motivation I had at the start of this year. Yes, I don't do my homework anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a neverending cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta try and overcome it. After this week. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I am sorry, it was never my intention to hurt you. We didn't meet in the best of circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-7908519601607132095?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/7908519601607132095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=7908519601607132095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7908519601607132095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7908519601607132095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-realise-i-always-buy-things-not.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-8502857198288895289</id><published>2009-02-15T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:29:30.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak you shithead who stole my money</title><content type='html'>Don't ever leave your valuables unattended to in the CO room, or anywhere in school for that matter.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;$46 was stolen from me yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what I'm sayng is, just to be careful people. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God that basbard didn't steal my beloved iPod. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-8502857198288895289?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/8502857198288895289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=8502857198288895289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8502857198288895289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8502857198288895289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/02/freak-you-shithead-who-stole-my-money.html' title='Freak you shithead who stole my money'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-3667975969448991553</id><published>2009-02-07T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:34:58.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://couturejuteuse.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://couturejuteuse.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall revert to this blog soon, for now find me on that blog. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-3667975969448991553?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/3667975969448991553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=3667975969448991553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3667975969448991553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3667975969448991553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/02/httpcouturejuteuse.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-9036377597392094148</id><published>2009-02-07T08:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T08:36:48.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I puked again last night. -.-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twice in a week. D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is freaking me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I failed Matrices test. :D HAHA. I got the same marks that I did for the quiz. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cursed no.7. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which is one of my favourite numbers. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, whenever I fail something, I'll either get 7, or 17. The stupid cursed numbers. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hmm. You don't love me anymore. It hurts to even type that, but yeah, you have that other girl for company now. You don't need a psycho person to bother you now. It still hurts me to even acknowledgethat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-9036377597392094148?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/9036377597392094148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=9036377597392094148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/9036377597392094148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/9036377597392094148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-puked-again-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-2429852361858805660</id><published>2009-02-03T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T23:07:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My stomach's acting all weird.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like puking the whole of today. Especially right after drinking or eating something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only had watermelon juice for lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good. Way to go for dieting and saving money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right. Like I'll ever go hungry JUST to diet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'll go hungry because of my laziness though. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-2429852361858805660?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/2429852361858805660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=2429852361858805660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2429852361858805660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/2429852361858805660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-stomachs-acting-all-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-6724754070064602289</id><published>2009-02-03T21:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:22:57.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't screw it up again Theresa. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School's such a drag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wish I could be disconnected from you, sometimes I wished I didn't like you at all. And I wonder what would happen if I hadn't met you. Everything about you can make me cry so easily. Why am I shedding tears for you everday? Why? This is so unfair. I've turned into an emo freak. Oh god. I hate that. Emo freak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-6724754070064602289?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/6724754070064602289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=6724754070064602289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/6724754070064602289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/6724754070064602289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-screw-it-up-again-theresa.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-4136357748812796547</id><published>2009-02-01T19:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:57:49.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Long shadows line the pavement&lt;br /&gt;As I walk with you in the twilight&lt;br /&gt;We hold hands and I want to stay&lt;br /&gt;With you forever&lt;br /&gt;So much I could cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind grows cold&lt;br /&gt;And winter’s scent is in the air&lt;br /&gt;Soon that season will visit this city&lt;br /&gt;And we can be closer together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*As we draw toward each other&lt;br /&gt;And watch&lt;br /&gt;The first snow blossoms of the year fall&lt;br /&gt;This moment fills my heart with happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s not that I’m weak or dependent&lt;br /&gt;I just love you&lt;br /&gt;I felt it from my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can overcome anything&lt;br /&gt;I pray that days like these&lt;br /&gt;Continue on forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wind rattled the window&lt;br /&gt;And night shook us awake&lt;br /&gt;No matter how sad things get&lt;br /&gt;I’ll put on a smile for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow blossoms float down&lt;br /&gt;Outside the window&lt;br /&gt;They’ll never stop falling&lt;br /&gt;And the city will be blanketed in white&lt;br /&gt;I realized that the desire&lt;br /&gt;To do something for someone&lt;br /&gt;Is the very meaning of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to ever lose you&lt;br /&gt;I’d turn into a star and shine down on you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight my smile is soaked with tears&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll be with you always and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I’m weak or dependent&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay&lt;br /&gt;With you like this forever&lt;br /&gt;I can be honest with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pure white snow blossoms&lt;br /&gt;Will fall and cover this city&lt;br /&gt;And softly create a memory of us&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts from now until forever…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think it's down to honesty, baby. No secrets, no lies, just 100 per cent respect and honesty. It's such a simple rule. If we follow it, we can't go wrong."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-4136357748812796547?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/4136357748812796547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=4136357748812796547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4136357748812796547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4136357748812796547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-you-love.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-7203800219332678039</id><published>2009-01-31T15:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T15:52:28.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need someone to teach me TRIGONOMETRY ASAP. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASAP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone who can stand a dim-witted, super blur, dopey, maths retard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need someone to teach me REDOX too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEED IMMEDIATE AND SERIOUS HELP WITH THESE TWO THINGS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hyperventilates after a morning of studying and still not comprehending how can sin(pie/2)cosx+cos(pie/2)sinx=cosx*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hyperventilates*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*listens to The GazettE to distraught me further*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-7203800219332678039?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/7203800219332678039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=7203800219332678039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7203800219332678039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7203800219332678039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-need-someone-to-teach-me-trigonometry.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-5320907125796482338</id><published>2009-01-30T22:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T22:45:10.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ALSO CAN =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SYMSJdg63kI/AAAAAAAABMc/VnB-2oNM6Kc/s1600-h/webcam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SYMSJdg63kI/AAAAAAAABMc/VnB-2oNM6Kc/s400/webcam2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297097540468661826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA. SEE. KING LOOKS SO CUTE UNDER THE BLANKETS WITH PIGLET.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignore my puffy eyes. &gt;&lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-5320907125796482338?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/5320907125796482338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=5320907125796482338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5320907125796482338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5320907125796482338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-also-can-p.html' title='I ALSO CAN =P'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SYMSJdg63kI/AAAAAAAABMc/VnB-2oNM6Kc/s72-c/webcam2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-3859920638130615943</id><published>2009-01-27T09:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:34:00.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of sleepless night and bloody new year day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the first day of Chinese New Year and it's my 444th post. 0.0&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It better be a good omen, since 4/4 is my birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say wearing red on the first day of Lunar New Year would bring good luck for the rest of the year. I wore a light pink flowery dress yesterday, and the white flowery part got stained. Red stains on the first day, should bring good luck. But it's so NOT fun, to be caught unawares with blood at relatives' house. D: Stuck between sitting down to let tired feet rest, or standing up to prevent staining the sofa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if it's a good thing that their sofa's maroon colour or otherwise. Well firstly because I wouldn't be caught right after I stand up as the stain is obvious, and secondly, since it's maroon coloured, they won't notice it, which means, they won't clean it ASAP. D: Poor whoever's gonna sit at that particular position next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw. Terrorist of a brother just came in to disturb me, showing me his Mr Men underwear by wearing them Superman style. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-3859920638130615943?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/3859920638130615943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=3859920638130615943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3859920638130615943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/3859920638130615943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/01/of-sleepless-night-and-bloody-new-year.html' title='Of sleepless night and bloody new year day'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-5493756326184321354</id><published>2009-01-26T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:56:10.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>10 Are you(s)&lt;br /&gt;1.) Are you single - HAHA. Nope. &lt;br /&gt;2.) Are you happy - I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;3.) Are you bored - Obviously, otherwise I wouldn't be doing this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Are you fair - Nobody's completely partial.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Are you Italian - NOPE. ITALIANS ARE COOL.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Are you intelligent - :D I don't know, I've been scolded 43468 SEVERAL times by someone. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Are you honest - Almost all the time.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Are you nice - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Are you irish - Irish are cool too. &lt;br /&gt;10.) Are you Asian - MMHMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Facts&lt;br /&gt;1.) Full name - Theresa Ngooi Man Ting&lt;br /&gt;2.) Nicknames - Queen, Tree, Mushroom, Tweety.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Birthplace - Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Hair colour - Black. ]:&lt;br /&gt;5.) Natural hairstyle - UHM. Wavy lor.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Eye colour - Brown.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Birthday - 4/4//1993&lt;br /&gt;8.) Mood - Missing Someone&lt;br /&gt;9.) Fav colour - Pink lor. Otherwise I like all colours actually.&lt;br /&gt;10.) One place you like to visit - NEWYORK.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Things about your love life&lt;div&gt;1.) Have you ever been in love - Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Do you believe in love at first sight - Nope, lust at first sight yes.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Do you currently have a crush - UH. I have a crush on chickie. :D&lt;br /&gt;4.) Have you ever been hurt emotionally - MMHMM.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Have you ever broken someone hearts - NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Have you ever had your heart broken - YES.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Have you ever like someone but never told them - Yeah. I should have huh.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Are you tired of commitment - NAH.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Who was the last person you hugged - King lor.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Who was the last person you said i love you to - Read above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 this or that&lt;br /&gt;1.) Love or lust - HAHA. Depends on my mood. :D&lt;br /&gt;2.) Hard liquor or beer - LIQUOR. Don't like beer.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Cats or dogs - UHM. I'm scared of dogs. &lt;br /&gt;4.) A few best friends or any regular friends - A few obviously.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Creamy or crunchy - CREAMY.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Pencil or pen - Depends on my mood. :D&lt;br /&gt;7.) Wild night out or romantic night in - Both are nice. :D BUT it depends on my mood too.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Money or happiness - HAPPINESS. It's hard to come by.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Night or day - Night. &lt;br /&gt;10.) IM or phone - Depends bah. Sometimes IM is better cos it's free, but phone's more personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;1.) Been caught sneaking out - Nope. I'm a good girl. :D&lt;br /&gt;2.) Seen a polar bear - Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Done something you regret - Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Bungee jumped - Uh nope.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Eaten food that fell on the floor - ONLY when it's at home. =P&lt;br /&gt;6.) Finshed the whole jaw breaker - NOPE.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Been caught naked - UHM. YES. -.-&lt;br /&gt;8.) Wanted and ex bf/gf back - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Cried because you lost a pet - HAHA. NO.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Wanted to disappear - Sometimes bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Preferences in a partner&lt;br /&gt;1.) Smile or eyes - Both are equally nice. :D A smile can warm my heart, BUT the eyes can melt my heart. :D &lt;br /&gt;2.) Light or dark hair - HMMM. Dark hair's sexy, light hair's hot. Difficult to choose. &lt;br /&gt;3.) Hugs or kisses - I like hugs. :D &lt;br /&gt;4.) Short or taller - TALLER. &lt;br /&gt;5.) Intelligence or attraction -  INTELLIGENCE. So that we can have intellectually stimulating conversations. :D AHEM.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Topman or Zara - Both. :D Zara's more classy, but Topman's more funky. &lt;br /&gt;7.) Funny or serious - Of course must be able to react according to circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Older or younger - Older.&lt;br /&gt;9.) Outgoing or quiet - Both bah. Quiet at times is fine, too talkative's not very good. &lt;br /&gt;10.) Sweet or bad - HMMM. Difficult to choose. Depends on bad in what ways, if bad in the rides a bike but is totally sweet way is fine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Have you&lt;br /&gt;1.) Ever performed in front of a large crowd - MMHMM.&lt;br /&gt;2.) Ever talked on a phone longer than an hour - MMHMM. (: I miss those calls. &lt;br /&gt;3.) Ever tired walking on your hands - NO. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Ever been to a rock concert - HMM. Which reminds me, I should look up the FOB's concert ticket prices.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Ever been on a cheerleading team - NO. But think it's coolio.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Ever been on a dance team - UH. NO.&lt;br /&gt;7.) Ever been on a sports team - MMHMM.&lt;br /&gt;8.) Ever been in a drama play/production - UH. &lt;br /&gt;9.) Ever owned a BMW,Mercedes Benz, Escalade, Hummer or Bently - Me want a BMW. Or a volkswagen. :D&lt;br /&gt;10.) Ever been in a rap video - NAH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Last&lt;br /&gt;1.) Last phone call you made - King?&lt;br /&gt;2.) Last person you hugged - Read above.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Last person you hunged out with - Wen.&lt;br /&gt;4.) Last time you worked - None.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Last person you talked to - Brother lor. He complained about those red packets containing $2 notes inside, he said he wants the blue note. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;6.) Last person you IM'd to - UH. KING?&lt;br /&gt;7.) Last person you texted - King lor. -.-&lt;br /&gt;8.) Last person you went to movie with - KING LOR. Bedtime stories right? &lt;br /&gt;9.) Last person/thing you missed - K.&lt;br /&gt;10.) Last website you visited - (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-5493756326184321354?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/5493756326184321354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=5493756326184321354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5493756326184321354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5493756326184321354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-are-yous-1.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-716502241413027137</id><published>2009-01-24T23:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:20:11.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24th. 11.17. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for all the thoughtful things you've done for me. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for putting up with my wilfulness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's true, with each passing day I feel deeper and deeper for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ILY. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-716502241413027137?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/716502241413027137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=716502241413027137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/716502241413027137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/716502241413027137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/01/24th.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-8830029333271095104</id><published>2009-01-24T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T21:19:37.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'>warm and fuzzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SXsTz_uwhZI/AAAAAAAABMU/OQ7kuP2IeY0/s1600-h/DSC00398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SXsTz_uwhZI/AAAAAAAABMU/OQ7kuP2IeY0/s400/DSC00398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294847570905957778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOT MY FAULT KING. MY BRO DEMANDED IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SXsTzhSnVgI/AAAAAAAABMM/nZktgRvcJII/s1600-h/DSC00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SXsTzhSnVgI/AAAAAAAABMM/nZktgRvcJII/s400/DSC00026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294847562734851586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;TY KING AND WEN. :D (in no specific order :D)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TY WEN FOR THE CHICKIE IN A HOT SPRING. :D IT IS VERY ADORABLE. (And very ex too) THANKYOUTHANKYOU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TY KING FOR THE PINK BOTTLE. :D TY FOR BUYING IT FOR ME EVEN THOUGH YOU HATE PINK. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wen I'm sorry I was being impatient with you today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;King I'm sorry for being unreasonable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if I ruined a lovely day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-8830029333271095104?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/8830029333271095104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=8830029333271095104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8830029333271095104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/8830029333271095104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/01/warm-and-fuzzy.html' title='warm and fuzzy'/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TM6ztqDxVLI/SXsTz_uwhZI/AAAAAAAABMU/OQ7kuP2IeY0/s72-c/DSC00398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14354745.post-5570030294257317008</id><published>2009-01-19T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:23:08.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't tolerate your crap any longer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm short-fused, I'm impatient. But above all, I'm tired. Intolerable I am, of your excuses, your crap. Don't be mistaken, my feelings are still the same, but I just have reached my limits. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-5570030294257317008?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/5570030294257317008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=5570030294257317008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5570030294257317008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5570030294257317008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-cant-tolerate-your-crap-any-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-4988889956082400247</id><published>2009-01-19T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:04:31.149+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La Senza just sent me a mail in Latin. LOL. How am I supposed to read it -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-4988889956082400247?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/4988889956082400247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=4988889956082400247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4988889956082400247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/4988889956082400247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-senza-just-sent-me-mail-in-latin.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-7591280669127544567</id><published>2009-01-17T15:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:26:49.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have been freaking out over some things lately. Well, not exactly freaking out, one moment I'll be indifferent, and the next I'll be very worried and stressing out over it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent my Saturday morning doing my Matrices assignment, from 10 to 1 and I still haven't finished it. It's taking me this long because I've been hibernating in Math lessons again, hearing but not listening, absorbing but not comprehending. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;当你喜欢我时, 我, 是幸福的.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我知道我很自私,  我没有资格要求你一直喜欢着我, 我又凭什么知道你喜欢她而感到无比的失望.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-7591280669127544567?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/7591280669127544567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=7591280669127544567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7591280669127544567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7591280669127544567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-7224921559318646959</id><published>2009-01-15T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:28:13.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>VERY ACCURATE. In fact the most accurate horoscope I've seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ARIES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn Ons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aries are naturally active and vibrant people and they have affinity for such people too . You will have to increase your pace to be in step with them. Remember they leave tortoises and snails way behind without even glancing at them once. They like and appreciate frank and straightforward persons. With them you can be your true self that is no pretenses (but don`t try your luck being over frank-they are volatile). If you are in love with Ram then you have to show your enthusiasm in all there activities (you can always yawn later!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn Offs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not tell an Aries that she may be wrong lest you may stir a storm in a teacup. But instead do what you feel is right and of course do not take the credit for the work done well. Aries people are very faithful and passionate lovers. Do not give air to the smoldering fire within them by making them jealous. No flirtations or fooling around with others in their presence unless of course you wish to write your death wish (you will be granted!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-7224921559318646959?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/7224921559318646959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=7224921559318646959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7224921559318646959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/7224921559318646959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/01/very-accurate.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-5293468789782673785</id><published>2009-01-15T20:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T20:29:50.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just went to his blog and was shocked at his recent posts. I didn't know he had a girlfriend. Well. Life's always full of surprises. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History class is like hypnotising class for me, it's the ONLY class that I consistently doze off in day after day. -.- Sorry mr zein, your lessons aren't THAT boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My right eye's lashes are falling off. Cos I didn't remove the mascara properly. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still have no affection for Math no matter how hard I try to LIKE it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matrices are boring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths is boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-5293468789782673785?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/5293468789782673785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=5293468789782673785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5293468789782673785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/5293468789782673785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-went-to-his-blog-and-was-shocked.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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-14354745.post-6895259630787859997</id><published>2009-01-14T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T22:32:42.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's been a bore lately. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep falling asleep in class on an everyday basis and I'm the only one to doze off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is bad, very bad. I, need, my, sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't go for recesses nowadays too, the thought of climbing down six floors and up again totally throw off whatever appetite I may have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hunger pangs, gastric. Horrible. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We changed seating arrangements today and I don't particularly like it. I prefer the old seating arrangement, hell, I even prefer last year's to whichever ones we have this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Wen in Lian He Zao Bao today. :D The feature on the Australia trip which Xiao Zhou wrote on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met up with her in Mac today and we crapped as usual. HAHA. There was this girl sitting opposite us who has a rilakkuma file. Looks like rilakkuma's getting more and more popular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried on the much talked about Majolica Majorca (?) mascara today and it's reallyreally cool. :D I only applied once and my lashes were SO much longer.  I WANT I WANT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wen asked me to help her put on to see how it would look but she couldn't stop blinking whenever I put the brush near her. And when I applied she blinked AGAIN and the brush went down and had this sexy stain on her eyes. You know like those smoky eyes look. :D HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14354745-6895259630787859997?l=theresalol.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/feeds/6895259630787859997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14354745&amp;postID=6895259630787859997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/6895259630787859997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14354745/posts/default/6895259630787859997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theresalol.blogspot.com/2009/01/schools-been-bore-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>~tenessa~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00903657701595711347</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>
