<?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-7426184857767746479</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:14:25.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference Is..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-7324696999393220568</id><published>2008-09-11T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T04:09:39.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hey you, I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;moved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;wordpress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;http://differenceis.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's just that Blogger is not very convenient. Relink me or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-7324696999393220568?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/7324696999393220568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=7324696999393220568' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/7324696999393220568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/7324696999393220568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/09/moving-on.html' title='moving on'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-651873716820033325</id><published>2008-09-09T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:30:05.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay up all night with the stars.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;You know what actually tasted okay today? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The PTA's baked macaroni&lt;/span&gt;. Usually it just tastes crap but today, it wasnt too dry and it was all nice and toasty warm. I really dont like cold food (the ones that are meant to be hot). Ooh mom's bringing my kolomee tomorrow so if you guys want any, just pass me the money and i'll get my mom to get some for you too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Oh so anyway, for the chinese dance thing this year we're doing something awfully elegant and graceful. So HOPEFULLY we can all cope instead of making us all look like losers trying. I'm going to go do some sketches of the outfits now, I hope Ms Tracy approves them though. The money factor is making it really limiting, stops our outfits looking all gorgeous and everything. I wanted to make the outfits white like this video we watched on Yootubeh but she was all like 'No white! You can see de underweh if you weh white!' So white's a no no. Maybe some lovely pale shades of another colour. Lilac perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;OOH funniest thing that happened today. Chris was testing out his little car. Giving it a spin and so he gets it to warm up, then puts it on the pavement and makes it roar off onto the field. SHIT it went fast! If you guys didnt see it, you missed out. Then it went too fast and just went straight into the goal. HAHA and we all start cheering. And while we watch Chris walk to the goal, I swear all of us (some year13s and year12s) were just like 'fuck he really is tall. Giant man.' all staring in awe. haahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-br5OakI/AAAAAAAAA1o/7AZU_z2sNV8/s1600-h/DSC05175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-br5OakI/AAAAAAAAA1o/7AZU_z2sNV8/s400/DSC05175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243947461479656002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;German Boy (Chris)'s feet are freaking massive! Size 15 or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-b6ZNKFI/AAAAAAAAA1w/D_DqHFsy3hY/s1600-h/DSC05178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-b6ZNKFI/AAAAAAAAA1w/D_DqHFsy3hY/s400/DSC05178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243947465371887698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-b2Hb-rI/AAAAAAAAA14/Qj6Vg96vroQ/s1600-h/DSC05182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-b2Hb-rI/AAAAAAAAA14/Qj6Vg96vroQ/s400/DSC05182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243947464223619762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SO PRETTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-b8caFuI/AAAAAAAAA2A/wR2If-TwERE/s1600-h/DSC05184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-b8caFuI/AAAAAAAAA2A/wR2If-TwERE/s400/DSC05184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243947465922189026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA her pose looked hilarious man.&lt;br /&gt;this was on monday, when we had that dance thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-cO1SlqI/AAAAAAAAA2I/vDZWpqGe61s/s1600-h/DSC05203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-cO1SlqI/AAAAAAAAA2I/vDZWpqGe61s/s400/DSC05203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243947470858393250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-zBYunKI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Q2020ce1_zo/s1600-h/DSC05200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-zBYunKI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Q2020ce1_zo/s400/DSC05200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243947862385925282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-zFyuHYI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/f8EJdPGopPc/s1600-h/DSC05206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-zFyuHYI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/f8EJdPGopPc/s400/DSC05206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243947863568686466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-zUYAf3I/AAAAAAAAA2g/MCUGoNSXdxo/s1600-h/DSC05193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-zUYAf3I/AAAAAAAAA2g/MCUGoNSXdxo/s400/DSC05193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243947867483176818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm going to go kickstart the CAS diary stuff. Mrs C was all 'oh you guys all shouldve started our CAS diary by now' during our last period and all of us just kept quiet. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-651873716820033325?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/651873716820033325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=651873716820033325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/651873716820033325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/651873716820033325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/09/stay-up-all-night-with-stars.html' title='stay up all night with the stars.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY-br5OakI/AAAAAAAAA1o/7AZU_z2sNV8/s72-c/DSC05175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-2430753263130504732</id><published>2008-09-08T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:00:51.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so sleep alone tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Aww thank you SO much guys for making the party that much better and all the presents. I had a really great time. Loads of laughs. It definitely beat last year. Spazzy, Raf, Ama, Rais, Jake and Sita (I think) got me earrings and this maxi-dress. Michael got me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt; a lighter (HAHA i didnt know what it was until I pushed the switch thing upwards and this flamethrower-looking thing shoots out). Ayesha got me a lava lamp, someone got me a shot glass (i seriously forgot who) and Marcus got me this gorgeous box and photoframe made out of these shell-looking tile things. Jean got me a top and a dress, Ann lau and Nisa gave me a cute bracelet each. Loads of chocolate from people, gummy candy from Nobs and I cant remember what else. Yeah. Hahaha thanks. I will use them wisely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;(shotglass haahahahahahah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm sorry, I'm not and I wasn't a very good host. So I'm sorry if it was boring for you. I'll just have a bbq gathering thing next year. 17's not that a big deal. I'll do something bigger and better for the 18th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, I've got a really good feeling about this year. KL in Octob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;er maybe, and means I can visit people there. And perhaps Singapore in December with Min? So I can see Jen! I love Orchard Road when its Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Mmmm the chocolate is so good. I'm inflating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY6mMx131I/AAAAAAAAA1g/XMAO2lv17FU/s1600-h/DSC04819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY6mMx131I/AAAAAAAAA1g/XMAO2lv17FU/s400/DSC04819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243943244059238226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREW! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7426184857767746479-2430753263130504732?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/2430753263130504732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=2430753263130504732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/2430753263130504732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/2430753263130504732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-sleep-alone-tonight.html' title='so sleep alone tonight.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SMY6mMx131I/AAAAAAAAA1g/XMAO2lv17FU/s72-c/DSC04819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-4247646356571987572</id><published>2008-09-06T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T04:18:00.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you see me running back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hahaha man how healthy am I. M&amp;amp;M's and a banana for breakfast. HAHA I wonder how it feels to have a chocolate sundae for breakfast. I'm in the mood for strawberries now. Strawberries dipped in melted dark chocolate is the BOMB-diggity. ;) so are red-skins. and fruit gushers. and ice caps. mmmm sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;have any of you guys found The Sisterhood Of The Travelling Pants 2 yet? I really really want to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey how long does it take to fix a computer? because mine's been in the shop for AGES. I mean, all my songs and ALL my pictures are in there! If they get deleted or if they disappear, I will go apeshit. HAHA seriously, all the pictures from when we were in year8 and 9 and stuff. I want to keep those! I've got no other copy of those. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it just me or am i being abnormally paranoid about tonight's thing.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'll post again about tonight. gee whirl-lickers, i hope it goes well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-4247646356571987572?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/4247646356571987572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=4247646356571987572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4247646356571987572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4247646356571987572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-see-me-running-back_06.html' title='if you see me running back.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-2772839736792521290</id><published>2008-09-05T03:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:13:01.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>because you said you could play it backwards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:60%;"  &gt;well you guys (year12s) have read the poem 'Funeral Blues' right? So there's this movie where they recite the poem. I swear, its so sad. The movie's called Four Weddings And A Funeral. Apparently it's a great movie, must watch it one day. I watched the scene with the poem today during something and I could feel the emotions coming out. Especially at the line 'I thought that love was forever: ''I was wrong'' ', and the line 'He was my North, my South, my East and West'. I'm developing a serious liking to that poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:60%;"  &gt;there's some songs that I'm seriously into right now. I feel like I could listen to them over and over again. I reckon I can feel how they feel when they wrote the lyrics (if its based on how they feel) and I can empathize. I'm sorry, HAHA I'm being so emo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:60%;"  &gt;I'm getting emotional super easily nowadays. I have NO idea why! Maybe its because I'm missing a lot of people who've left? Maybe. God, to think of it, I'd do anything to be able to visit each and every one of them. Starting with BC then Perth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:60%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm seriously hating this whole time-zone thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:60%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, when I came online today, my reaction was HOLY motherfucking god. Oh my giddy giddy GOD. practically frozen in shock. Man of all days, of all days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:60%;"  &gt;I looked at a certain black book a few days back, and its really reassuring really. It's funny to see how you felt during those days and how you felt about it at the time. I can remember what had happened, but I realised there were so many smaller details that I had forgotten. the times, the laughs, the CLICK. gosh its so unfair that I went off. why couldn't it spark off earlier! WHY. I still don't get how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;could've happened at all, it doesnt make any sense. God, I miss it really bad. It just goes on bugging me nonstop. No point in living in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:60%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:60%;"  &gt;how in the world did i let &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:tahoma;font-size:60%;"  &gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:60%;"  &gt; stop me. what the fuck was i thinking! I still remember that day, those days actually (plural). !i@#s$%l^!@u#$%b^&amp;amp;j&amp;amp;^%$b!#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is not sexy.&lt;br /&gt;why is it that the only person who truly understands whats happening recently is on the other side of the world. sell-outs. b&amp;amp;b's. everything. i wonder if the world was like that twenty years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-2772839736792521290?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/2772839736792521290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=2772839736792521290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/2772839736792521290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/2772839736792521290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/09/because-you-said-you-could-play-it.html' title='because you said you could play it backwards.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-2510339745900227953</id><published>2008-09-04T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T03:34:29.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the best thing about tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Just a happy birthday to two girlies today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nabil and Hui Min.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Happy Birthday you two! (L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Happy 16th and 17th. You guys have a great day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEJ_NjociI/AAAAAAAAA1I/eYuNDQGDhDA/s1600-h/n698594282_1272688_909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEJ_NjociI/AAAAAAAAA1I/eYuNDQGDhDA/s400/n698594282_1272688_909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242482422811488802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEJ_Mjn-eI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/5EI6SH2yzds/s1600-h/n698594282_1272960_5059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEJ_Mjn-eI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/5EI6SH2yzds/s400/n698594282_1272960_5059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242482422543022562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEJ_VHhckI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/nN8xqW1E4-g/s1600-h/n769375082_797226_5054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEJ_VHhckI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/nN8xqW1E4-g/s400/n769375082_797226_5054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242482424841073218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEIyFXZiMI/AAAAAAAAA0g/j3WXt77dJv0/s1600-h/n510338236_63564_8397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEIyFXZiMI/AAAAAAAAA0g/j3WXt77dJv0/s400/n510338236_63564_8397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242481097762769090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEIySIxVcI/AAAAAAAAA0o/G2613gmXLF4/s1600-h/n510338236_63567_8991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEIySIxVcI/AAAAAAAAA0o/G2613gmXLF4/s400/n510338236_63567_8991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242481101191075266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEIztvzaRI/AAAAAAAAA0w/VT9T14GIgw8/s1600-h/n516378247_17561_9199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEIztvzaRI/AAAAAAAAA0w/VT9T14GIgw8/s400/n516378247_17561_9199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242481125782415634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEIzpbTvLI/AAAAAAAAA04/R_q_3VNcZAE/s1600-h/n595497661_234761_7833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEIzpbTvLI/AAAAAAAAA04/R_q_3VNcZAE/s400/n595497661_234761_7833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242481124622711986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEIzk8cCNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/oXvGaGqjOwo/s1600-h/n595497661_234762_8033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEIzk8cCNI/AAAAAAAAA1A/oXvGaGqjOwo/s400/n595497661_234762_8033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242481123419490514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Aww bil, I miss all these times :( sleepover soon! you, me and spazzy. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-2510339745900227953?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/2510339745900227953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=2510339745900227953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/2510339745900227953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/2510339745900227953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/09/best-thing-about-tonight.html' title='the best thing about tonight.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SMEJ_NjociI/AAAAAAAAA1I/eYuNDQGDhDA/s72-c/n698594282_1272688_909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-7394796246584925246</id><published>2008-09-03T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:03:41.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100% gorgey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;OH MY GOD, turns out that there is an EIGHTH BOOK of the Georgia Nicholson series. AND IT’S OUT ALREADY. 1st SEPTEMBER BABY. Which means I’ll have it in October when I fly to KL  YAY I swear, the suspense was killing me: Masimo asks Georgia out then Robbie appears. Man I swear I want guys like Robbie and Masimo. They sound so luscious. SO LUSH. (L) I didn’t even know that another book was coming out! Freak, I feel all giddy with excitement. I want my own Masimo, Robbie and Dave the Laugh. I'm envious :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;AND have you guys or girls watched the first episode of Gossip Girl Season 2? I LOVE Blair's outfit for the White Party. And Serena's purple animal print dress that she wore to her date with the lifeguard. 'Three words, eight letters'. God Chuck looks lush in his white suit at the White Party. I think Dan's better looking in this Season too, maybe its because he's not so clingy and more laid-back. I LOVE that scene at the beach, its ever so sweet! Nate's just hot. I thought that makeout between him and Serena was weird. I dont know why. don't you think so?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;SHIT I am so behind on my CAS diary. And I'm already slacking off. Shit, this whole geo essay about population distribution is so annoying. I dont know where the fuck to find all this information! All the sites aren't good! Internet, WHY are you failing on me now! I put all my damn trust in you. :@ I dont get this whole explaination about the distribution :( whats all this tosh about linear, nucleated or even distribution! I'm so confused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys see this before friday, PLEASE talk to me now. I'm desperate for help. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-7394796246584925246?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/7394796246584925246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=7394796246584925246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/7394796246584925246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/7394796246584925246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/09/100-gorgey.html' title='100% gorgey.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-8482827141826186685</id><published>2008-09-02T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T05:23:28.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good, bad and undecided.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:190;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Happy Birthday Allen! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75;"&gt;hope I can come next summer so we can finally hang out PROPERLY.&lt;br /&gt;call you in a few hours, hope school goes well today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:75;"&gt;(sucks that school's starting on your birthday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyhoots, went to Chris' party yesterday. And his house is super easy to find. If you know where you're going. If you dont, you're screwed. I took 45 minutes to find his house, but if I knew the way I would only need 5. Not everyone went, but its okay. The people who went compensated for it. Chris calls himself the King of Tennis Wii. Hahahahaha seriously none of us could beat him. His food he made was reallly good, yet SUPER super salty. Like the meatballs, they were like Balls of Salt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I swear, yeah Amelia you were right. The food was good but FREAKING SALTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia said the funniest thing to Michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us: hey no nono, Amelia you have to tell us what his name is first if you want to walk past.&lt;br /&gt;Amelia: but I dont know his name, whats his name again?&lt;br /&gt;Michael: No I told you my name just now!&lt;br /&gt;Amelia: Noooo you didnttt&lt;br /&gt;Us: Yeah he did.&lt;br /&gt;Amelia: Oh I know! You're.. Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA so cute lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had about at least 5 different drinks. So we just moved around, switched from one to another. Mixes, shots. stuff like that. It was interesting, you could say. Naww it was fun. HAHA man I really hate facebook and it's uploading thing. It's so fucking annoying, I cant upload 60 pictures at once. It always fails, so now I have to do it 5 pictures at a time. And I'm missing basketball training today because I have some dinner. There's always thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to use my brother's computer to post pictures up. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;And I'll just add a few random pictures from this week, around and about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SL0JCDInOPI/AAAAAAAAAz4/WNHnIiGyoxI/s1600-h/DSC04926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SL0JCDInOPI/AAAAAAAAAz4/WNHnIiGyoxI/s400/DSC04926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241355472134945010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SL0JB4aYxQI/AAAAAAAAAzw/gAVoV3ETo3w/s1600-h/DSC04912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SL0JB4aYxQI/AAAAAAAAAzw/gAVoV3ETo3w/s400/DSC04912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241355469256705282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Arthur's mouse HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SL0JCKy2shI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ThHdUUwjZxo/s1600-h/DSC04911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SL0JCKy2shI/AAAAAAAAA0A/ThHdUUwjZxo/s400/DSC04911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241355474191168018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;At arthur's lunch thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SL0JCc-R0gI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ZQE4lDyY1Yk/s1600-h/DSC04940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SL0JCc-R0gI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ZQE4lDyY1Yk/s400/DSC04940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241355479070921218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SL0JCdKxxvI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/TZ_-2DSNLnM/s1600-h/DSC04967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SL0JCdKxxvI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/TZ_-2DSNLnM/s400/DSC04967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241355479123347186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;HAHA see you guys tomorrow :) are there HMS rehearsals tomorrow afterschool by the way?&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD, you know what's pissing me off? I cant find ANY site that works for me.&lt;br /&gt;BUT FINALLY, I've found a site that works. GOSSIP GIRL SEASON TWO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-8482827141826186685?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/8482827141826186685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=8482827141826186685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8482827141826186685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8482827141826186685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-bad-and-undecided.html' title='good, bad and undecided.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SL0JCDInOPI/AAAAAAAAAz4/WNHnIiGyoxI/s72-c/DSC04926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-611136174878633386</id><published>2008-08-31T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:42:17.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're perfect for me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So I watched Angus, Thongs and Full-Frontal Snogging twice yesterday. I did it because I couldn't go to watch the Rimula Finals (or Brunei Cup as they called it). Weird how the Singapore Stingers and Korean players aren't Asian. Anyway, I heard Singapore won so good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;AND I've JUST found out who won the Men's Volleyball for the Olympics, NOT BRAZIL. WHAT THE FUCK? WHYY. The Americans won. GOD I thought Brazil played so much better! I'm really sad. First, I missed the finals altogether and the team I really rooted for lost. LOST. But Brazil won in the Women's. The Brazilian female volleyball players on that team were great as well. But I liked the men better, I loved their teamwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;SIGH (I'll go all emo now). Anyway, back to the movie. I really liked it actually, it made me laugh and it made me cry. Maybe you guys wont like it, but its okay man, I lik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;e it. Oh my god, I love you Robbie. I swear, the guys in the movie are hot. You have to watch the movie though, dont go and google them or anything. WATCH THE MOVIE. Turns out Dave The Laugh is only a year older than I am. And Robbie is only two years older. GOD they're cute. But I dont like Robbie's voice, but I love the way he looks. I love Tom's voice, Tom is hot too. Surprise surprise, he doesnt sound hot in the book. Robbie seriously sounds like some Sex God in the book, but isnt really in the movie. He's just luscious ;) Robbie is a bassist, mmm yummy. I love musicians, rocker boys. Hahahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I couldn't find many pictures of tom though, so I just tried to use print-screen and stu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;ff. But there's this one scene, where Tom was playing football with his button-down shirt wiiide open. He's got a fit body, siiiiiiiigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLy6aHqus3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/P9NHheKbInw/s1600-h/photo27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLy6aHqus3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/P9NHheKbInw/s400/photo27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241269024250049394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLy6aHnIK5I/AAAAAAAAAzg/3vLUL4LIogg/s1600-h/robbie+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLy6aHnIK5I/AAAAAAAAAzg/3vLUL4LIogg/s400/robbie+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241269024234941330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLydctmBM1I/AAAAAAAAAy4/hMHRm4xwCPM/s1600-h/photo10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLydctmBM1I/AAAAAAAAAy4/hMHRm4xwCPM/s400/photo10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241237182953370450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God they are fit.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLydcaYiFOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/A3v2XxRfuh0/s1600-h/photo5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLydcaYiFOI/AAAAAAAAAyw/A3v2XxRfuh0/s400/photo5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241237177796531426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks creepy in this picture but wot-evahhhhhhhh right?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLydczPUqdI/AAAAAAAAAzA/yNODOWtiNVU/s1600-h/photo16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLydczPUqdI/AAAAAAAAAzA/yNODOWtiNVU/s400/photo16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241237184468789714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLzCQ52YoKI/AAAAAAAAAzo/keq4ieOZkLc/s1600-h/photo20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLzCQ52YoKI/AAAAAAAAAzo/keq4ieOZkLc/s400/photo20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241277662015037602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLyddLvw2NI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/i87OkAkqpWI/s1600-h/photo21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLyddLvw2NI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/i87OkAkqpWI/s400/photo21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241237191047305426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh my god, Robbie Robbie Robbie &lt;3&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLycTbuO8_I/AAAAAAAAAyY/UcXhflvpjpE/s400/angus2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241235924025537522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLycTF2jSGI/AAAAAAAAAyI/51_3RBe6mVE/s1600-h/220232_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLycTF2jSGI/AAAAAAAAAyI/51_3RBe6mVE/s400/220232_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241235918154844258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLycTf0baXI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/hSKcBJSoJN4/s1600-h/11233852_tml.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLycTf0baXI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/hSKcBJSoJN4/s400/11233852_tml.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241235925125261682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dave is so cute! God I really like their school uniform.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLycTn1eVVI/AAAAAAAAAyg/vBrE0XUymPU/s1600-h/dave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLycTn1eVVI/AAAAAAAAAyg/vBrE0XUymPU/s400/dave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241235927277131090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLycTyI8s6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/b4PhPf4KNCQ/s1600-h/n509528372_553188_7494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLycTyI8s6I/AAAAAAAAAyo/b4PhPf4KNCQ/s400/n509528372_553188_7494.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241235930043167650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;AWESOME, Gossip girl is back on September the 1st ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-611136174878633386?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/611136174878633386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=611136174878633386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/611136174878633386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/611136174878633386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/youre-perfect-for-me.html' title='you&apos;re perfect for me.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SLy6aHqus3I/AAAAAAAAAzY/P9NHheKbInw/s72-c/photo27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-1254560414646483124</id><published>2008-08-29T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:27:08.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me a very happy happy munchkin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;God thank you ALL for making my day. The calls, greets, texts, songs, hugs and everything. I'm feeling so content right now, despite my day. I'm genuinely shocked by the number of people that knew and wished me. Especially a big thank you to those who greeeted me overseas. I love you all. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Come on, I'll tell you about my birthday. What did Yesmean do on her birthday. She played netball. I dropped by school so that I could photocopy my IC for netball. Then I turn up at the common room and already, there's a birthday song. I always feel really embarrassed during songs, it makes my eyes prick. We won our first game 8-4, but the next two games we lost. I still dont understand why. We really should've won the second game that we lost. Its really frustrating how the refs dont know the rules and they keep missing big things. But I guess we had to play to the whistle. Adapt and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, lunch time came. We had nearly 4 hours as our lunch break. So Min's driver took Lorna, Raf, Ama, Keagen, Min and I all to Gadong. It was fun sitting at the back with Lorna. Hahahaha special sisters! We ate cheap food, Jolibee man. Though McD's is much better. Raf and I just DDR-ed for a bit, just to try it out after not playing for AGES. Gosh I love it when it goes fast, but it fucking hurts after if you play barefoot! Then we dropped Min off at Escapades and I just said hi to the people there, freaking Jean was shouting so loud HAHAA. And the rest of us went to Coffee Bean after running through the pouring rain. It was FREEZING. So the hot vanilla tasted perfect :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when Mrs C came to coach us in the afternoon, we didnt lose any games. Brilliant :D I felt really good about those last 3 games. I guess we learned to adapt to their rules and shit like that. Bruneian netball. Oh we ended up getting 3rd in our group. But seriously, I reckon thats good enough. I mean SO long without playing netball and we already did quite well. Ooh, and THANK GOD we dont have to go back and play tomorrow. Free T's! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am going back tomorrow, I've volunteered to help with the presentations. So I get more CAS hours. Turns out I'm back on the National Netball Team! :D Great huh, freak I cant wait to get more fit. Anyway, you girls played brilliantly today especially towards the end. I mean, come on we havent played for so long. And we kept our cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfu7XBS95I/AAAAAAAAAvk/POI4KCuZY9g/s1600-h/DSC04834.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfu7XBS95I/AAAAAAAAAvk/POI4KCuZY9g/s400/DSC04834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239919395028006802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfu7TTej9I/AAAAAAAAAvs/luAHl5LT02g/s1600-h/DSC04842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfu7TTej9I/AAAAAAAAAvs/luAHl5LT02g/s400/DSC04842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239919394030522322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Ama's nails. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfu7tD8IOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/axYCvdnHTEs/s1600-h/DSC04846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfu7tD8IOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/axYCvdnHTEs/s400/DSC04846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239919400944672994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfu7ucrJEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/5teLdM_bB6k/s1600-h/DSC04847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfu7ucrJEI/AAAAAAAAAv8/5teLdM_bB6k/s400/DSC04847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239919401316852802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The size 36 shirts that the boys had to wear. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfu7iw-LgI/AAAAAAAAAwE/OZpt5bcCmE4/s1600-h/DSC04848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfu7iw-LgI/AAAAAAAAAwE/OZpt5bcCmE4/s400/DSC04848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239919398180761090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfvzeMFs-I/AAAAAAAAAwM/Wbjry1KfbQk/s1600-h/DSC04849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfvzeMFs-I/AAAAAAAAAwM/Wbjry1KfbQk/s400/DSC04849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239920359024997346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfvzhNBA-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/vHT3mIkIPLI/s1600-h/DSC04856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfvzhNBA-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/vHT3mIkIPLI/s400/DSC04856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239920359834190818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfvzk495JI/AAAAAAAAAwU/DrpnH3uWymE/s1600-h/DSC04861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfvzk495JI/AAAAAAAAAwU/DrpnH3uWymE/s400/DSC04861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239920360823841938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfvzktJmPI/AAAAAAAAAwk/lhXSwY53P34/s1600-h/DSC04862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfvzktJmPI/AAAAAAAAAwk/lhXSwY53P34/s400/DSC04862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239920360774277362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfxH4L8rqI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Vup60VBLn70/s1600-h/DSC04865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfxH4L8rqI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Vup60VBLn70/s400/DSC04865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239921809112739490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'M FROWNING! FINALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfxHxHeEGI/AAAAAAAAAw8/S2cLkKSolGE/s1600-h/DSC04867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfxHxHeEGI/AAAAAAAAAw8/S2cLkKSolGE/s400/DSC04867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239921807214907490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfxIEbQwOI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Hskop00dlbw/s1600-h/DSC04882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfxIEbQwOI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Hskop00dlbw/s400/DSC04882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239921812398194914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfxISZHSuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/MQQhG9YB7io/s1600-h/DSC04897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfxISZHSuI/AAAAAAAAAxM/MQQhG9YB7io/s400/DSC04897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239921816147282658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfxITFiHoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/-4RnIZ3etzg/s1600-h/DSC04900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfxITFiHoI/AAAAAAAAAxU/-4RnIZ3etzg/s400/DSC04900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239921816333590146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLf0RMM-5iI/AAAAAAAAAxc/jFKGeqRNUcs/s1600-h/DSC04899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLf0RMM-5iI/AAAAAAAAAxc/jFKGeqRNUcs/s400/DSC04899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239925267639494178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLf0RYysCeI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Bo55ZsWmcWg/s1600-h/DSC04902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLf0RYysCeI/AAAAAAAAAxk/Bo55ZsWmcWg/s400/DSC04902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239925271018867170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLf0RSrPseI/AAAAAAAAAxs/D6Fbs7ou1ZU/s1600-h/DSC04903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLf0RSrPseI/AAAAAAAAAxs/D6Fbs7ou1ZU/s400/DSC04903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239925269377036770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLf0RraO0RI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ej_kANMHZVg/s1600-h/DSC04904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLf0RraO0RI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ej_kANMHZVg/s400/DSC04904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239925276016562450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;HAHAHA Ama's face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLf0RjX1LXI/AAAAAAAAAx8/ZVrXHoiduAc/s1600-h/DSC04907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLf0RjX1LXI/AAAAAAAAAx8/ZVrXHoiduAc/s400/DSC04907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239925273859009906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;HOLY SHIT, Rais tells me I got wished on the Radio? Awww.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you again guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-1254560414646483124?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/1254560414646483124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=1254560414646483124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1254560414646483124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1254560414646483124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-make-me-very-happy-happy-munchkin.html' title='you make me a very happy happy munchkin.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SLfu7XBS95I/AAAAAAAAAvk/POI4KCuZY9g/s72-c/DSC04834.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-2495317254778722599</id><published>2008-08-27T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:43:27.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the surface meaning and the hidden meaning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Hello to you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Today was an okay day. I changed from HL Bio back to SL, Maths was ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;ay today, and Geo was just funny as usual. It's mainly because we've got a good class and Mr F (Flanagan) is awesome and has a good sense of humour. I'm getting pretty addicted to the daily 'eat one paddle pop for lunch' routine thing. Its not that they're super good or something, its j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;ust nice on a hot summer's day (which is nearly everyday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We had our auditions for the school musical today. It was so nerve-wracking! We only heard the song like once, and had to sing it right after. I auditioned for one of the roles. I hope I get it though :( She's got her own song to sing alone, which I'm pretty scared abo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;ut because I am definitely NOT a singer. But I'm okay on the whole acting factor. I fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;lt so stupid when I asked really dumb questions before I started reading my lines. I knew all the teachers who were in the audition well but it just made me even more nervous. I'm not usually scared about making a fool of myself because I do that a lot anyway, but I hate it when I'm put on the spot or put under pressure. I crack under that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for tomorrow, first day of TOK and I've got a free periods 3 &amp;amp; 4 :) I get to talk to Allen! God I've really missed him. Silly boy doesnt check his email so I cant email him. Our birthdays are soon so I get an excuse to call him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;My posts are really mundane right now, its just that a lot of the things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I wrote were those 'you have to be there' kind of moments. It's okay, I've got some pictures for today :) The Jordan basketball team came to school today. I just had a sudden burst of guts so I asked i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;f I could take a picture with them. Because they were so damn tall. And the one who heard me did! He took a picture of me too with his camera. I was like aww so flattered. HAHA I'll ask more of them tomorrow. They seem like cool guys. Some of them aren't too bad looking either ;) Too bad they werent the guy who heard me though. S'okay, there's always tomorrow. During my FREE! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVKjKGQopI/AAAAAAAAApE/Rcw9i7GT3KA/s1600-h/DSC04823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVKjKGQopI/AAAAAAAAApE/Rcw9i7GT3KA/s400/DSC04823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239175709381927570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVKjPZkd5I/AAAAAAAAApM/vM4qS32wMPI/s1600-h/DSC04824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVKjPZkd5I/AAAAAAAAApM/vM4qS32wMPI/s400/DSC04824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239175710805096338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Ann and Jan during their presentations in English, they did so well! Pressure, pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVKjfZbcLI/AAAAAAAAApU/9EqBtTdJ1jY/s1600-h/DSC04826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVKjfZbcLI/AAAAAAAAApU/9EqBtTdJ1jY/s400/DSC04826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239175715099472050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It's time to go catch up on Project RUNWAY! I've missed quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I love dressing up for school as if I'm going out to Gadong. It's like continuous mufti days. It still hasnt hit me yet! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-2495317254778722599?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/2495317254778722599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=2495317254778722599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/2495317254778722599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/2495317254778722599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/surface-meaning-and-hidden-meaning.html' title='the surface meaning and the hidden meaning.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVKjKGQopI/AAAAAAAAApE/Rcw9i7GT3KA/s72-c/DSC04823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-9092947612684271708</id><published>2008-08-25T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:12:04.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saved by the bell.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;First day of class! Hahaha and I miss my first fucking class. I swear people said that whoever was taking AB for a language had a free. And turns out I had Malay. HAHAHAA so much for classes. And then we had English, I’m in Mrs Hollis’ class. First day and we got a whole oral presentation to do for Wednesday. THIS Wednesday. On some poem that we’ve never read. SIGH, shit I don’t have INTERNET :’( I need to do research! Economics was okay, just so repetitive. Did the same sheet we did in Year10. And stuff like that, but the new people hadn’t done it so I guess it’s okay. First lesson of Higher Maths was easy, just stuff about radians. Our book is twice as thick as the other class. So happy, so far we’ve got brand new books :D And I’ve got maths homework already. SIGH. It’s not much so it’s okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I’m sore here and there, its not too bad. Had worse so I guess I’ll get used to it. Had netball training today for the tournament this Friday (on my birthday, what a birthday it’s going to be). Our new GK/GS is the new super tall girl in Year8 :D Taller than Ms Duce. She seems really sweet, she did great today! First time (I think) and she already shot pretty well. Ooh what I’m not used to is just how much it itches EVERYWHERE. Not cool, I just keep scratching and scratching that it really hurts now. Raf and Jo says you should spit on your bites. Does that work? :O HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Tomorrow is Yellow Day and Pink day is on Thursday by the way guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I can’t wait to get back on football! I’m doing badminton this year as well. Might as well play it seriously since I play with Lester sometimes anyway. I hope I dont suck too bad :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm also seriously not really looking forward to the Netball Tournament this Friday. Some birthday that's going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-9092947612684271708?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/9092947612684271708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=9092947612684271708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/9092947612684271708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/9092947612684271708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/saved-by-bell.html' title='saved by the bell.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-4681417803431512764</id><published>2008-08-24T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:12:10.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate those crappy tents.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;What a weekend. I’m saying that in like.. such a monotonous way. Seriously its like how the guy woke us up at 5am in the fucking morning on the first night with a HUGE LOUDASS alarm, saying ‘Fire. Fire. There is Fire.’ HAHAHAHA what a fucking moment. The girls went insane (myself included, I admit. I thought they were serious for a second). The boys were sleeping as if they were knocked out. Hahahaa MrKlein included. Ms Tracy was like shouting at us man. HAHA Mr Klein thought they were speaking Spanish. Like ‘Hola, Hola Holaa!’ HAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;What happened. Okay, Day 1. We get to the jetty and only left the place like half an hour later because Zim (with the A) forgot his passport/IC. Hahahahaha then the watertaxi just made us all sleepy. Got to the place and got into our groups, and just spent the day listening to talks like that First Aid Talk that had nothing to do with First Aid (HAHA) and playing seriously weird games to get to know each other. Like the one where we talked about where we were from, our name and what our favourite FRUIT was. HAHAHAHA like what the fuck? And we tossed around this Blues Clues toy. HAHAHAHA. Most random shit ever. Then we went on the flying fox later on. It was great, I just ran off the freaking platform, it was so exhilarating! Slow at the end though, I swear it must be nasty to be watching from the bottom. The harnesses were in the most awkward position, even for girls. It reveals all your ass fats and hugs your crotch. It’s so disturbing to see, especially for the guys. HAHAHAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLU-i4Q5QLI/AAAAAAAAAn0/PsJGn6mhslk/s1600-h/DSC04573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLU-i4Q5QLI/AAAAAAAAAn0/PsJGn6mhslk/s400/DSC04573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239162510455161010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLU-jLxauNI/AAAAAAAAAn8/2BnrBo7_Nco/s1600-h/DSC04599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLU-jLxauNI/AAAAAAAAAn8/2BnrBo7_Nco/s400/DSC04599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239162515691845842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLU-jIv4BZI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Jm9E-gtsDH4/s1600-h/DSC04605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLU-jIv4BZI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Jm9E-gtsDH4/s400/DSC04605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239162514880071058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeahh, and thats our dining hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, we learnt to set up a tent and we lost one peg. About a while into the search for it on the ground, Azim says: ‘hey guys I think its stuck in the ground’. HAHAHA no shit! HAHAH so funny. The game we played at night was fucking hilarious. When you think about it, it sounds really childish and silly. But when you play, its really fun. We were all like, I’m surprised I had fun. Haha like you just play Scissors, Paper, Stone with one another of your ‘type’. First you’re an egg, if you win then you become a chicken, then you become a bird, then superman, then more than superman and you just stand around and cross your arms. If you lose, you go back to the previous stage. HAHA so funny to see everyone like chickens and eggs. Even superman was funny. I felt so much like a kid. It’s like releasing all your stress, so silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLU-jZum-RI/AAAAAAAAAoU/KgF1uPrnx1A/s1600-h/DSC04660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLU-jZum-RI/AAAAAAAAAoU/KgF1uPrnx1A/s400/DSC04660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239162519438162194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Second day, we already learnt all the trekking things the day before and everything. So we go trekking. We take a boat ‘Temuai’ (long boat) to the place we start trekking from and we had to trek back to the main camp. Fuck, the trails are not even AT ALL. Some were freaking nearly vertical slopes. Uphill and downhill. So not cool. Rais fell the most, fucking funny man. HAHAA I reckon we went the wrong way one time, and found the ‘new trail’ that was meant to be a road sooner or later. Shit so fun sliding down the mud roads on your ass. HAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVAKclTT5I/AAAAAAAAAoc/wES_RluTN4A/s1600-h/DSC04712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVAKclTT5I/AAAAAAAAAoc/wES_RluTN4A/s400/DSC04712.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239164289730957202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that gorgeous butterfly that Haji caught for me to take the photo of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Holy fucketty fucking shit. It took us like more than 6 hours to get there. It was HELL. Once we nearly got to the campsite, it starts raining. So all our tents were wet inside. Our 6 man tent was like.. dripping. HAHA karma bites us back in the ARSE for being greedy. But we had 5 people in our 6 man tent including all the bags, so its okay. We had to cook in the rain under our ponchos and we had like bugs inside our Maggi Mee. We all ate crap fake-copying-Twix lookalike chocolate bars and cans of crap tasting tuna for Lunch and as snacks. The Maggi Mee tasted so heavenly. Being in the jungle seriously changes you. Hahaha and the river was our shower. It wasn’t even a river. It was a tiny stream with ice cold water that felt amazing. Ann and Azim’s mee was the worst AHAHAH I asked Min to pass me some water to cook their stuff with, then she passed us a bottle and I started pouring it into our portable pots and fire thing. Then Azim flashes the torch and says ‘why’s the water orange’ then we’re all like SHIT IT’S FUCKING TANG’S! (Tang is a pineapple-flavoured powder you pour into water for flavour) then we start pouring normal water. Ann said it tasted weird. HAHA Bugs flew in. Seriously, we just scooped it out man. Didn’t give a shit. A spider went in just when Azim started scooping. Didn’t even scoop it out, just avoided it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVAKvd9g6I/AAAAAAAAAok/K3g19Yf4Kv8/s1600-h/DSC04716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVAKvd9g6I/AAAAAAAAAok/K3g19Yf4Kv8/s400/DSC04716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239164294800442274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVAKh_GcOI/AAAAAAAAAos/hkIcpnPmtjY/s1600-h/DSC04737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVAKh_GcOI/AAAAAAAAAos/hkIcpnPmtjY/s400/DSC04737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239164291181342946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVAK3NBRJI/AAAAAAAAAo0/gOXzMEW82FI/s1600-h/DSC04755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVAK3NBRJI/AAAAAAAAAo0/gOXzMEW82FI/s400/DSC04755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239164296876868754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Meant to dig a fucking shithole to pee and take a dump in, but I don’t think any of the groups did it. I had to lean on our backpacks (which were SUPER SUPER heavy) and they were all wet but I had no space. So my clean shirt and pants were wet. And I got mosquito bites on my ass man, like how the HELL? Up my long pants? DUDE. That’s just WRONG. And there was a HUGE root coming out of the ground that just stuck right into my back and my tailbone. Oh my god I couldn’t sleep  I wanted to cry. We slept at 6ish at night, and we woke up and I remember I was like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Me: Hey Min, what time do you think it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Min: I don’t know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Me: I bet it’s like 5 or 6am. YES going home soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Min: Naww I bet its like 4 man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Then suddenly Arjun says: It’s 12.35.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;And we all start swearing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;And at around 6am, Rais goes: Fire. Fire. Fire. There is Fire. And wakes us ALL up. GRRRRRRRRAWWWWWWRRRRRRRRR what a boob! Thank god it only took us 30 minutes from our campsite back to the main place. Not like the trek to the camp. Fucking long and tiring. Kayaking this afternoon was really fun, but really tiring too. My arms must’ve lost like a tiny bit of its jelly from all that paddling. I think I pissed Min off man. HAAHAHAHA the water was so nice when you spray it onto your face. Arjun fell off then the whole boat did this whole 45degree slant thing because Jeff was on the back and then the whole kayak just tipped over, and they capsized. HAHAHA in the middle of a rapid. Fucking hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVALHoRP2I/AAAAAAAAAo8/OL2qpO-QJhk/s1600-h/DSC04771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLVALHoRP2I/AAAAAAAAAo8/OL2qpO-QJhk/s400/DSC04771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239164301286129506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So fucking happy to be back home. I think all of us took like one shower in the entire 3 day trip and I don’t think any of us took a shit man. In three days. AHAHAHAH. Constipation awaits us all back in Bandar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLU-jeOrCRI/AAAAAAAAAoM/SoceM34e1tY/s1600-h/DSC04621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SLU-jeOrCRI/AAAAAAAAAoM/SoceM34e1tY/s400/DSC04621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239162520646387986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yeah that was our bathroom, pretty gross already. Imagine what the fucking shithole wouldve been like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Bye! I’ve missed you guys :( and Bandar, surprisingly. And most definitely my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;FUCK I MISSED THE DAMN VOLLEYBALL FINALS :'( I LOVE YOU BRAZIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-4681417803431512764?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/4681417803431512764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=4681417803431512764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4681417803431512764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4681417803431512764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-those-crappy-tents.html' title='i hate those crappy tents.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SLU-i4Q5QLI/AAAAAAAAAn0/PsJGn6mhslk/s72-c/DSC04573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-1798651652388653590</id><published>2008-08-22T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:12:15.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fly baby, fly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;HEY, see you all back in Bandar on Sunday or on Monday ;) we’ll all be in Temburong doing whatever shit they have prepared for us. Like they said: ‘Expect the unexpected’. Yeah. Sure will. Shit, my bag’s heavy. I wish it would just rain. The sun’s so fecking hot! Then we can all use our PONCHOS! Hahahaha. School yesterday was okay, just sat around and listened to people talk. No lessons until Monday, and still I’m actually looking forward to classes :O Can’t wait to see who’s in my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-1798651652388653590?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/1798651652388653590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=1798651652388653590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1798651652388653590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1798651652388653590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/fly-baby-fly.html' title='fly baby, fly!'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-4345144989795673513</id><published>2008-08-20T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T05:12:24.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you hear it everywhere: back to school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm seriously neglecting my entire blog. It’s so sad. I’ve got like no readers. HAHA but honestly I don’t give a dog’s shit. I’ve been back from Hong Kong ages ago and the first day of school has been not too bad. If you could call being stuck in class with Mr Rieger for 4 periods and then going for talks in the library throughout the rest of the school day ‘not too bad’ then yeah okay. But I felt so glad to see the familiar old faces again. I really missed that. It was cool to see the new faces too. We’ve got quite a few new people. I’m super excited for our temburong trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Hong Kong has been okay, I’m really glad to be back. It’s so nice to be back at school and seeing everyone, wave at people, say hi back at people. Gosh seriously, being at school and at ISB for so long, its like my comfort zone. I can’t imagine not being there, as much I’d love not to be at ISB sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Next blog will be better. Seriously, I just want to hurry up and update. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;FUCK YEAH! BRAZIL BEAT CHINA IN THE QUARTER FINALS! Suck on that CHINA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-4345144989795673513?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/4345144989795673513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=4345144989795673513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4345144989795673513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4345144989795673513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-hear-it-everywhere-back-to-school.html' title='you hear it everywhere: back to school.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-4195180115107959030</id><published>2008-08-16T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T03:24:03.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am going to stop and smell the roses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;HEY FROM HONKY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at my aunt's right now, she's cooking some BIG ass dinner now for all of us. Like on my first night here, Tiger Prawns, Huge steamed fish, 7 other dishes and two cakes for dessert. One blueberry cheesecake mixed with spongecake for the middle part. I'll upload a picture later. Then this amazing lemon cheesecake. I love my aunt's cooking :) Mmm.. It feels great to be online though, have someone to talk to who understands me, who shares my sense of humour etc. SIGH feels so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping here WAS a disappointment until I really started looking. I got new jeans (FINALLY) from Zara and from Esprit. And all this great cheap stuff. And some branded stuff too. New Agnes B glasses! I lost my pair. HAHA. I got another pair of gladiators, wedges this time. Great, one more to add to my collection. Got ones of all the basic colours. Have a dark silver one, a white one (that made Darren think I was going to war) and now a pair of black ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually miss poor ol' Boobernei. Naw I just miss the people. I've finally planned out my birthday thing, and god its going to be so repetitive. But its okay, I hope it turns out well. People are Mahjong-ing here, I have NO idea how to play. Anyway, Cuba vs China women's volleyball on wednesday night last week. Hilarious because EVERYONE was cheering for China, except for me. HAHAA it was like huge cheers for China when they scored, then just me. Alone. 'Wooooo Go Cuba!' then I get all these stares, then everyone bursts out laughing. At me. SIGH. I still think Cuba deserved their win. 4th set was soo nervewracking. It went on and on, both teams kept on getting and losing their advantage. So it ended up being 32 - 30 to Cuba. And Cuba won the game 3 sets to 2. So crazy because China were up by 2 sets in the beginning, though I knew it was because Cuba kept on making so many mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, do I love hongkong or what. All this food is going to make me INFLATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Holy shit, 5 days til school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-4195180115107959030?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/4195180115107959030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=4195180115107959030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4195180115107959030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4195180115107959030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-going-to-stop-and-smell-roses.html' title='i am going to stop and smell the roses.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-1217227062702345206</id><published>2008-08-14T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T04:17:22.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a breath of fresh air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The weirdest thing, I saw white guys in Kwai Fong. Like students, DUDE you NEVER see white people in Kwai Fong! Anyway, so unfair, some hot white dude asked my mom for help or something at the Immigration. WHY, why couldnt I be in my mom's spot instead!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Hey! The eye candy talent here has improved compared to the last time I came. Saw a pair of cute chinese guys on the MRT. Next subject, you know what really pissed me off. Mmkay, so first Arthur doesnt get me Breaking Dawn from Singapore JUST CAUSE I said I preferred hard-back when he asked, and he didnt get me the book anyway because he thought I only wanted hard-back specifically. THEN even though he lent me his copy to read first, I wait to this Hongky trip to buy my own copy. And when I arrive at the bookstore in Festival Walk, THE BOOK HASNT FUCKING ARRIVED YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Ooh you know whats a great drink to drink? The repetition sounds weird. The LEMON TEA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235064885162456338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKavxsg6tRI/AAAAAAAAAns/yCzrIB-7sxw/s400/pb_06c.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;So good to drink when you're out and about. I dont know why 7-Eleven never has cold ones though. They're always at room temperature, but they're in those drink fridge things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh my aunt's bird talks. And it eats Thai Chilli's. And it's fucking loud. I wish it would just shut up. And the TV's showing of the Olympics is so stupid, it only shows anything that China's in. I'm missing all the volleyball matches! NOO. Michael Phelps is still winning golds though, thats obvious. Freak in the water. He's a fish. He could be some sort of Merman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what just came to my head? Once I get back from Hongkong, I have to unpack, and like a day or two later, I have to repack everything again for Temburong. It feels GREAT! I have a gooooood feeling about the end of August and September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-1217227062702345206?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/1217227062702345206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=1217227062702345206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1217227062702345206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1217227062702345206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/breath-of-fresh-air.html' title='a breath of fresh air.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SKavxsg6tRI/AAAAAAAAAns/yCzrIB-7sxw/s72-c/pb_06c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-600069283024428572</id><published>2008-08-12T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:33:08.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving on a jet plane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;hey again! I'm leaving for hongkong in a few hours so I wont be blogging much for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for the shopping again, but I'm really really super sad that I'll be missing so much of the volleyball and the olympics :( like the swimming. To see vee as well. So I'm really praying they'll show it on TV over there in Hongky.&lt;br /&gt;I'll get back by the beginning of next week, all ready for school (sigh).&lt;br /&gt;Gots loads to do when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-600069283024428572?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/600069283024428572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=600069283024428572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/600069283024428572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/600069283024428572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='leaving on a jet plane.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-1121355921230577660</id><published>2008-08-11T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T06:49:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you underestimate me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;why are you underestimating me! dude. please, out with the old, in with the new ;) come on, IB. show me what you've got. Including all the new people coming in, which means new people in my life. And all the responsibilities and everything? I'm actually really looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;and why do people think I'm so fragile! takes more than that to knock me down. plus people are so hesitant and everything when they say something. Like just SPIT it out! hahahahaha gosh I feel so elated. something has just made me feel very smug. Hahahaha it's funny how it sounds so silly now. so everyone can go do as they please, which gives me the right to do as I please. doesnt that so much better? and none of all this behind talk. so silly now that I think of it. how up your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored now. Man, I do have a super-short-attention span.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, off to see some sexy athletes in the olympics ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-1121355921230577660?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/1121355921230577660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=1121355921230577660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1121355921230577660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1121355921230577660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-underestimate-me.html' title='you underestimate me.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-4762540185868549702</id><published>2008-08-11T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T06:06:20.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, don't buy the promises!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Kirsty Coventry beat Stephanie Rice in 400m IM, broke world record for 100m backstroke. 200m freestyle men MICHAEL PHELPS when he was announced, the crowd broke into this huge roar. He lost to Peter Vandaakay but people think he can be faster. He uses his advantage of his powerful butterfly kicks and stays longer underwater from the tumbleturns. 100m butterfly finals women. 100m men breastroke finals, swimmers have nice bodies. win to Japan, new world record. Volleyball womens, Serbia vs. Algeria. 25-14, 25-13, 25-13. So Serbia wins 3 sets to nil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, not many interesting matches or competitions today, so I've been catching up with the  Season 5 of Project Runway. In the first episode, they went to the grocery store for materials. I liked Daniels, he did this cute little cocktail dress made out of blue plastic cups. I thought Kelli's creation was brilliant. She dyed some sort of material, and used some sort of paper cups for the bust area, I thought that part was a little weird. And there was this studded part made out of some sort of stationary. I forgot what those things are called though. They brought back Austin Scarlett from Season 1 as a guest judge so that was good. A lot of people used table cloths, which was not very creative. Stella's 'garbage bag' creation was so tacky. It was so messy and unprofessional. It looked like a garbage bag, so it should belong to the trash. Honestly. But Jerry's creation was as bad as well. It looks so.. bad. There's no shape or silhoutte of any sort. It's just bunchy material everywhere. The gloves he used were like.. those yucky yellow gloves you might use to clean toilets or something. And he was quite confident about his creation though. It's weird. I wish Stella would get out soon. All she wants to create is something with leather, so it seems. It's like, such a one-track mind kind of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA1Q_e2bYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/qFurVD17Q-4/s1600-h/rate_runway_12_501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA1Q_e2bYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/qFurVD17Q-4/s400/rate_runway_12_501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233241333039525250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA1RGqIEXI/AAAAAAAAAnU/o7qctAQirVg/s1600-h/rate_runway_15_501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA1RGqIEXI/AAAAAAAAAnU/o7qctAQirVg/s400/rate_runway_15_501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233241334965866866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA16_IvDaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Z95SczuoQ9o/s1600-h/rate_runway_16_501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA16_IvDaI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Z95SczuoQ9o/s400/rate_runway_16_501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233242054501272994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA1Q36xtVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/QWSB8oDtHXM/s1600-h/rate_runway_14_501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA1Q36xtVI/AAAAAAAAAnM/QWSB8oDtHXM/s400/rate_runway_14_501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233241331009172818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In order: Daniel's, Kelli's, Stella's, Joe's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Episode 2 i didnt watch, because it didnt work. But oh well, err moving on. Episode 3, they had to create a look for a night out inspired by New York at night. I really liked Leanne's two piece. It was just a nice sleeveless blouse, but the skirt was gorgeous. I would so wear it. Then there's Terri's backless dress with pants. She took the concept of the challenge and did it well but I wouldnt wear it. Kenley's dress won, it's a mix of prints and materials. I thought it was okay, but not many people would wear it yknow? But I liked the way she made the inspiration very obvious in her dress. And it's like, wow she made that in one day? Thats crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA17ITfmUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/4gC1rq0kguI/s1600-h/Kenley,+Leanne,+Terri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA17ITfmUI/AAAAAAAAAnk/4gC1rq0kguI/s400/Kenley,+Leanne,+Terri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233242056962316610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From L-R: Kenley's, Leanne's, Terri's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Episode 4, challenge was to create a look for the team of American Women for the Opening Ceremony of the Summer Olympics. Like Nina Garcia said, I just dont understand how some people didnt understand that you have to look smart and sporty. Have some sort of athletic twist to the outfit. Like Jennifer, her creation was..  like you're just going out to some nice tea party. So irrelevant. I thought Daniel's wasnt THAT bad. It did look like a cocktail dress but I thought that the colours made it look even fancier. I thought Kenley's two-piece creation (blouse and a plaid skirt) was more irrelevant. I mean, the plaid looks purple. It's not 'America' at all! And Stella, I mean I didn't like her leather vest thing and pants. To me, it just screams 'I'm provacative and aggressive. *ROAR*' or something like that. HAHA it looks so inappropriate. And it doesnt look smart. Plus if you have that for the women, what are the men going to wear. Leather Biker jackets and black pants? With that red, silver and blue thing at the hems? My god, the American team would look like they're some huge gang of punks in bikes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA1QvgYmGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/IEfSdcBb-T4/s1600-h/daniel,+jennifer,+kenley,+stella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA1QvgYmGI/AAAAAAAAAm0/IEfSdcBb-T4/s400/daniel,+jennifer,+kenley,+stella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233241328750991458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From L-R: Daniel's, Jennifer's, Kenley's, Stella's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;But ones I did like, I guess Joe's one was very appropriate. His creation looked sporty, smart and it looked very professional. I thought it was very fitting for the American team. Then there's Terri's. She had a ruffled neck-piece, a blazer (I loved the blazer), a stripped strapless top in the american colours and white pants. I thought it was very chic. The traditional 'blazer' thing going on, and its very much suitable for America. But I dont know, I thought Korto's one was the best. I'm so glad she won the challenge. The jacket was sporty, and it was very suitable for the weather conditions so you didnt really have to take it off. It looks very professional and also very chic. I would wear it even if I wasnt in the olympics. And it's modern. I think it would look great on an athletic body. I liked that she used white. And just added a bit of red and blue. It looks so much cleaner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA1Q0Sx2uI/AAAAAAAAAm8/f7iJoW1bCVs/s1600-h/korto,+terri,+joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA1Q0Sx2uI/AAAAAAAAAm8/f7iJoW1bCVs/s400/korto,+terri,+joe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233241330036103906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From L-R: Korto's, Terri's, Joe's.&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/7426184857767746479-4762540185868549702?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/4762540185868549702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=4762540185868549702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4762540185868549702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4762540185868549702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-dont-buy-promises.html' title='hey, don&apos;t buy the promises!'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SKA1Q_e2bYI/AAAAAAAAAnE/qFurVD17Q-4/s72-c/rate_runway_12_501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-3636318546887946178</id><published>2008-08-10T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:48:41.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>colliding into one another.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Ho ho ho, USA vs China Basketball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Kobe, Lebron James, Dwayne Wade and Carmelo Anthony vs Yao Ming. (I dont know any other super famous players)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I thought USA would have it more easy, but China turns out to be a real pro at three-pointers. The score's really close! The score is 35 - 32 to China, and apparently China has scored 8 three pointers so far. Fucking crazy. Lester said I missed something that Lebron James did. And I missed the replay. HAHA. China's putting up a fight man. after 2nd quarter: 49-37. But anyway, China got owned. Final score: 101-70 to USA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-ZYxmfO_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/4oV7fQe0dUI/s1600-h/Img214526971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-ZYxmfO_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/4oV7fQe0dUI/s400/Img214526971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069942938483698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dwayne Wade and Yao Ming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, shit did you guys see Brazil vs Egypt Men's Volleyball? Brazil is amazing. Well I started watching, and it looked like Brazil pretty much had it in the bag, they've got the teamwork communication going on, they've got the power, the height, everything. Then turns out the commentator says Brazil's the #1 team. No wonder. HAHA They are seriously such a brilliant team. Their serves are probably the downside of it though, they've given easy points to Egypt from service errors. If they could brush up on their serving, they wouldve beaten Egypt by a lot. The way they execute their plays are just so quick and they're so in control. Quick hands, setting to one another, and fake spikes, then the ball passes that fake and the next person (who had jumped a second after the faker jumped) spikes the ball, usually with such power that the ball just shoots down to the floor and Egypt cant save it. And not many of the Egyptian spikes can get through the wall of the double-man-block. It's so effective. As they're all so tall. They've got about 5 players all above 2metres.They make it look so easy. I loove to watch the Brazilians play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-ZYSSu47I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ir5KkK0Uevg/s1600-h/Brazil+vs+Egypt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-ZYSSu47I/AAAAAAAAAlE/ir5KkK0Uevg/s400/Brazil+vs+Egypt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069934534124466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Egpyt was the best team in Africa but it cant compete against Brazil. Though Egypt really did all they could, to keep up with Brazil. And they did, quite a bit of the time. I like to watch the Brazilian Captain, Giba. The way he plays is just so great to watch. Nice body, but face is a little.. Quasimodo. Haahha, but from a distance or up close, he's an extraordinary volleyball player. He's a wing-spiker or something, they said the's one of the best, if not the best, wing-ers in the world. Brazil won the match 3 sets to 1. Each set was about 25-19 to Brazil. Around that, I forgot the exact scores but it doesnt matter. HAHA Brazil wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, then at night, I watched Handball. Denmark vs Egypt. I didnt even know the rules and stuff of Handball, but there was this not-bad guy in the Danish team so I was like, oh so what I can learn. Lets watch. Denmark ended up tieing with Egypt. The Danes were leading 20-18 at one point, until Egypt got 3 goals in. What a comeback. The final score was 23-23. But shit, handball is SO aggressive. The Danes seem to be very sturdy. Egyptians keep on getting injured so easily. It's hilarious how aggressive both teams are. Hahahaha this guy fell and this other dude rolled over him. HAHA then this Danish dude (#23) is always attacking people, he headbutted this guy. HAHAA I was like WTF, I wonder why he isnt like.. sent off with yellow cards and stuff. I quite like #19. Hahahahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-ZYh9bHUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/oBALimv9Wa4/s1600-h/340x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-ZYh9bHUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/oBALimv9Wa4/s400/340x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069938739715394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-ZYv8kCwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/PC1jICqBZF4/s1600-h/47c7cebc9aff42ce8fbdbdcdcf3d96e3_Camilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-ZYv8kCwI/AAAAAAAAAlM/PC1jICqBZF4/s400/47c7cebc9aff42ce8fbdbdcdcf3d96e3_Camilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233069942494202626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just another picture of him in some other team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Fuck, Brazil vs Germany (I think) is on August 18th, thats when I come back from HongKong. I want to watch! I'm already missing Brazil vs Russia on the 14th. :( Thats something that I really really want to watch. And I'm missing USA vs China on the 16th. GOD thats so annoying! Okay, quarterfinals are on the first day of school, two of them in the morning, two of them at night. I'm praying Brazil will play in the one at 8pm. Semifinals are on the 22nd. OH SHIT, thats when we leave for TEMBURONG. MAN. Shit and I'm missing the live finals too, I come back in the evening. What bad timing! Stupid temburong trip. The new people better go, the whole trip is meant to be 'getting to know' your peers or some shit like that, and if all the old ISB people go and the new people dont, then its just so pointless. Man :'( my volleyball matches..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-3636318546887946178?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/3636318546887946178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=3636318546887946178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/3636318546887946178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/3636318546887946178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/colliding-into-one-another.html' title='colliding into one another.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-ZYxmfO_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/4oV7fQe0dUI/s72-c/Img214526971.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-1494880399764025319</id><published>2008-08-09T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T04:02:14.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sportsmanship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;what did I do today, dropped by charles and keith to look at shoes. But my mom ended up buying a pair instead. Then went to pick up Aaron and Ben because they wanted to tag along to the beach and Aaron claimed that Arthur asked him to come. It was just a few of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, back to the olympics. I watched a bit of the Russia vs Italy Womens Volleyball in the morning. It was pretty even but I think Russia won. Russia looked really good. There was this massive chick who was a really good spiker. And the Russians were super tall, so they could probably get in some good blocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;After I came back from the beach and showered etc, I watched some of the swimming. The 400M IM's for women and I forgot what else. HAHA 100m butterfly for the men I think. I forgot what else, oh yeah and i forgot when I watched the 400m freestyle. Should be yesterday. HAHA anyway,   the butterfly, backstroke and breast-stroke techniques from the people in the Olympics are so lovely to watch. The fluidity of their movements is just so graceful. Especially the taller participants. Katie Hoff, the world record for 400M IM. To see the green line showing where she was as she broke the world record is so crazy because it’s with a crazy speed that already beats everyone else by so much. And some people are already swimming so fast anyway. It’s just so surreal to see someone able to swim that fast and with that much power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I also watched the Men's gymnastics. Germany, Korea, Ukraine, Belaruse and Romania were the ones who competed yesterday. I must say I'm sad I didnt watch China though, they were the best (I sort of expected it) after the 5th rotation in the score tables and I wanted to see how they performed. Yknow, with their reputation in gymnastics, and their acrobats etc. I watched the High Bar and the releases are terrifying. The sommersaults and twists on the High Bar are amazing! Like you cant help but think, how the fuck did they just do that.  Then I watched this particular German guy on the Pommel Horse and he made a mistake and had to get off. But the way they all get off when they trip up, is so in control. Like, they just do some handstand or something and land off. Anyway, and he shouts just once, and when the camera goes back on him, he winks at the cameras. HAHA its nice to see people arent always so bitter and stuff. Belaruse did quite well on the High Bar, thats what I thought. They looked really comfortable on it. All the releases and dismounts were smooth. And the last guy was fantastic, shit being under all that pressure to save his team and everything? AND also having such a great run on the high bar? Gosh so cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Then this korean dude fell off the high bar when he did one release and I was like SHIT, wont that be so scary? His fall was like.. face right into the matress.  Spectators keep talking about many people making mistakes on the High Bar. It’s hard enough as it if it’s like they think it’s so easy. I would get so dizzy and scared out of my wits if I was on the high bar like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;And I watched the vaults, and the first Romanian guy cramped up as he ran, and he still tried to jump off the vault to get some points. I felt so bad for him, yet kudos to him for still going for it and doing all he can. Apart from that, I thought the Romanians did well on the vault compared to the other countries. OH and its a little funny to watch the guys' faces when they're on the steel rings. They look SO stiff and a little constipated. It's so crazy how perfect everything has to be. Like the legs have to be level with the shoulders etc etc. But when their form is really precise, it looks brilliant. So surreal to see people with that much strength in their shoulders and their arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;You should watch them on the parallel bars, especially when they replay it in bird's eye view. Their toes are always pointed, legs are straight as a board, knees are stuck together. And when they call something a fall, the person seems to always save himself so well. Their posture is so.. dont know the word. Exact. It's so lovely to watch, graceful but in a manly way. HAHA if that makes sense. I wish I saw the Russian women's gymnastics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;what else did I watch properly. I watched the women's volleyball match; USA vs Japan. Big height difference, which makes it so much easier for the Americans to block the Japanese. I want to see the Americans go against the Russians. would be a good match I think. Americans were really good, their coach is some legendary ex-volleyball player. Chinese I think. Anyway, the team from Japan was so prepared against the spikes from USA though. Shit, they have some crazy reflexes. Americans had some nice variety though, they started to tip the ball instead of spiking it, like the Japanese expected. But I dont know why they stopped. The Japanese had some brilliant blocks though, weird because I expected more from the Americans seeing as they've got much taller players. The match was so tight, like 3-3, 4-3, 4-4, 4-5, 5-5. One point differences. It's insane. That game was good, some great dives, saves and blocks. And this match was only the Preliminaries for Pool A. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;HAHA the japanese coach is called ShoiShi. Imagine saying that 20 times. 1st set went to the US: 25-20. 2nd set went to Japan: 20-25. Then US won the 3rd set: 25-19. And in the 4th set, Japan had like a 5 point lead until the Americans kicked their ass once they reached the 20's. Such a comeback. So Americans won the set 25-21 and won the match 3sets to 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I watched the Basketball too, same time as the volleyball so had to keep switching channels back and forth. I'd LOVE to play like that, with serious matches and everything. Both sides shot quite a lot of 3's. Really nice ones too. I noticed Latvia first, then watched Russia more closely after. I thought Latvia was really good, they caught up to Russia from a 10 point lead but Russia beat them in the end. Latvia moved around a lot, which was good because it gave the player a lot of options. But Russia had a firm defence. Score was pretty tight in the beginning though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I thought Russia would win easily, have it in the bag (like the commentator said too) but they kept doing silly little mistakes like bad passes, missing easy layups on fast breaks etc and there were loads of turnovers. Shit, Latvia's 3-pointers are so beautiful. Swishes everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Anyway! Thats all about this Olympics talk. Probably boring everyone. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Pictures are up on facebook. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-1494880399764025319?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/1494880399764025319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=1494880399764025319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1494880399764025319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1494880399764025319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/sportsmanship.html' title='sportsmanship.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-7779739642753328714</id><published>2008-08-08T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:15:31.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flowers in the window.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Oh my god, has everyone watched the Opening Ceremony? It was AMAZING. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;feel so silly that I missed the first nearly-an-hour because I thought it'd be boring AHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;All the performances were so.. jaw-dropping. I was in awe. Like, there was nothing that was 'plain'. Like I thought there would. I liked the people who wore all these neon kind of suits, and the hats. Then they lit up in lights all over the body and did these patterns like the dove flapping it's wings? That's so smart. And the people doing tai chi, the 'circle'. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt; was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt; chereographed with such precision! It was great to watch. The stadium honestly looks spectacular. I wonder how the London's 2012 is going to compete with th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;is. Even the audience stands looked dazzling; the flashbulbs/lights that went off, the lights fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;om the glo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;w-sticks they carried. Gorgeous. Shit its so TRIPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-dSV1gfAI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Hw82YKiF_XY/s1600-h/Img214517307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-dSV1gfAI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Hw82YKiF_XY/s400/Img214517307.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233074230452583426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-brcr4J0I/AAAAAAAAAmE/XEaZTU86ats/s1600-h/Img214517267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-brcr4J0I/AAAAAAAAAmE/XEaZTU86ats/s400/Img214517267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233072462764713794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-dSmjLb4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/eA4t27x6CwE/s1600-h/Img214517673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-dSmjLb4I/AAAAAAAAAmc/eA4t27x6CwE/s400/Img214517673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233074234939109250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-brA7p2cI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DSRV42gaVag/s1600-h/Img214516952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-brA7p2cI/AAAAAAAAAl0/DSRV42gaVag/s400/Img214516952.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233072455314692546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-brR7kDQI/AAAAAAAAAl8/G75BybHU6Ik/s1600-h/Img214517050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-brR7kDQI/AAAAAAAAAl8/G75BybHU6Ik/s400/Img214517050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233072459877715202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Then there was that globe, with people cartwheeling around it. With Sarah Brightman and Liu Huan singing - You and Me. It sounded really nice after you got used to the super high pitch of her voice. Then there was that thing where people opened up these circular screen things that looked like umbrellas. And they had faces of all races and ethnics on it. So cute. Plus the fireworks are so extravagant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-dSaDHGSI/AAAAAAAAAmU/pR2JH1Azo8g/s1600-h/Img214517514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-dSaDHGSI/AAAAAAAAAmU/pR2JH1Azo8g/s400/Img214517514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233074231583381794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-brAKGyGI/AAAAAAAAAls/fsELzZpi23o/s1600-h/Img214516936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-brAKGyGI/AAAAAAAAAls/fsELzZpi23o/s400/Img214516936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233072455106873442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, there were a few hot guys from the teams. Like the flag-carrier from Luxemburg? Ooohhh he's so cute! I want him. HAHA and there's this pair of Portugese guys t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;hat had their arm around each other and this Fiji dude behind the flag-carrier. A few Dani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;sh guys too. I wish I saw more of the Italians though, they didnt show many shots of them, but still saw a few hot ones. HAAH. Did you guys catch the flag carriers from New Zealand, Australia and Germany? SHIT they are friggin' tall. Hahaah and there was this 14 year old boy from the UK. His name was Tom Daly or something. He's going to be hot when he's older. Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Did you see what the French team wore? I love what they wore! They looked so smart! It doesnt look that great in the picture but it looks really good when they're all together in the parade thing. And it was funny when Syria came out, because their team is really small and that team was like sandwiched in between two HUGE teams. Russia and USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-bq8AeI5I/AAAAAAAAAlk/M0j6AaQKB44/s1600-h/r1195121611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-bq8AeI5I/AAAAAAAAAlk/M0j6AaQKB44/s400/r1195121611.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233072453992719250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-dSk9JcaI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PUjthCR3Wgo/s1600-h/Img214519356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-dSk9JcaI/AAAAAAAAAmk/PUjthCR3Wgo/s400/Img214519356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233074234511159714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-dS9kSiMI/AAAAAAAAAms/2u4I-fP8x6U/s1600-h/oly4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-dS9kSiMI/AAAAAAAAAms/2u4I-fP8x6U/s400/oly4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233074241117784258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;And it was NOT a proud moment for Brunei at all, when the commentators were like 'Brunei @&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;(*, excuse me, Brunei Darrussalam is excluded from the games.' And they said a few more other things, like comments about Brunei. Shit man, so embarrassing. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway! Cant wait to see how the games turn out. Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Oh yeah, going to the beach tomorrow with people. Cant wait for that too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-7779739642753328714?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/7779739642753328714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=7779739642753328714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/7779739642753328714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/7779739642753328714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/flowers-in-window.html' title='flowers in the window.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SJ-dSV1gfAI/AAAAAAAAAmM/Hw82YKiF_XY/s72-c/Img214517307.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-1494098556994078060</id><published>2008-08-07T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T02:54:10.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letting the chips fall where they may.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Ooh great! :D Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants 2 is out! I love all the girls; America Ferrera, Blake Lively, Amber Tamblyn, Alexis Bledel. They're all so gorgeous in their own way. I found the first movie really sweeet so I guess I'm definitely watching this one. I saw some set pictures, and I must admit that I want to see the outfits. Some of the dresses look cute. I'm seriously tempted to watch it on the computer first instead of waiting for it to come out on DVD or in the cinemas. But I'll ruin it, because I also want to watch it in the cinemas (if its coming out here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrBZ8RoVpI/AAAAAAAAAj0/9Tu25iNgo58/s1600-h/SOTP+2+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrBZ8RoVpI/AAAAAAAAAj0/9Tu25iNgo58/s400/SOTP+2+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231706568565216914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love that blue dress! It looks casual and its cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrBZ_1y7RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Rz6cVRybkeI/s1600-h/STP+2+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrBZ_1y7RI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Rz6cVRybkeI/s400/STP+2+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231706569522212114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't this one remind me of something that Blair would wear?! Like the last episode when she was about to board the helicopter. Except hers wasnt strapless like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrBZ-h4X0I/AAAAAAAAAkE/rQY7nGGYuSY/s1600-h/STP+2+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrBZ-h4X0I/AAAAAAAAAkE/rQY7nGGYuSY/s400/STP+2+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231706569170247490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrBaO3IP-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/ZZO7UQw2EyE/s1600-h/STP+2+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrBaO3IP-I/AAAAAAAAAkM/ZZO7UQw2EyE/s400/STP+2+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231706573554335714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I like this picture right above here, but I like the yellow dress Tibby (Amber Tamblyn) wears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrBaIAzgYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/PvnV07psXFQ/s1600-h/STP+2+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrBaIAzgYI/AAAAAAAAAkU/PvnV07psXFQ/s400/STP+2+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231706571715871106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cant see the dresses here but I want to see what they look like!! The ones that Bridget (Blake Lively) and Lena (Alexis Bledel) are wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ooh and I missed the Teen Choice Awards. Oh well, it was on Monday I think and I cant be bothered to watch out for another showing. Heard Gossip Girl took in 6 awards. Hahahahah. But just some pictures that stood out to me. I wouldve posted Blake Lively's picture, she wore another asymmetrical dress in purple with a wide belt but it was only okay for me. Satisfactory, didn't really stand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to find Vanessa's (Jessica Schzor) dress, but i couldnt get a good picture. I got only get a face shot. Her dress (from what I could see) was a peach-coloured halter I think. It looked like it had ruffled detail too. Couldn't find anything. Anyway! Pictures. The outfits/dresses dont really 'pop' but I'd want them anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrDEc3WHLI/AAAAAAAAAkc/sEvaUlwzyAQ/s1600-h/Rachel+Bilson+teen+choice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrDEc3WHLI/AAAAAAAAAkc/sEvaUlwzyAQ/s400/Rachel+Bilson+teen+choice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231708398379474098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this asymmetrical dress Rachel Bilson wore, I forgot to check who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrDEQCvCII/AAAAAAAAAkk/zg-6P2dbBZ8/s1600-h/teen+choice+awards+vanessa+hudgens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrDEQCvCII/AAAAAAAAAkk/zg-6P2dbBZ8/s400/teen+choice+awards+vanessa+hudgens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231708394937583746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Err.. to be honest I really really really dont like these two, though I wouldnt mind her dress. I dont like her hair with it, maybe if she had it in an updo? Then it might be more age-appropriate, seems a bit too mature if she had it down like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrDEdBcysI/AAAAAAAAAks/dvkmc9XZxIk/s1600-h/teen+choice+chace+crawford.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrDEdBcysI/AAAAAAAAAks/dvkmc9XZxIk/s400/teen+choice+chace+crawford.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231708398421854914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Actually, I didnt really find Nate(Chace Crawford) that hot until now, since Chuck grew on me towards the end. He looked sexy during the Teen Choice Awards. Yumm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and also, pictures of the last outing with Julie and co. are on facebook. Bye! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-1494098556994078060?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/1494098556994078060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=1494098556994078060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1494098556994078060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1494098556994078060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/letting-chips-fall-where-they-may.html' title='letting the chips fall where they may.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SJrBZ8RoVpI/AAAAAAAAAj0/9Tu25iNgo58/s72-c/SOTP+2+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-1103964542111983256</id><published>2008-08-07T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T23:57:37.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dazzling and dazzled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It's been so boring lately, it's killing me. Thank god I've got two bigger outings tomorrow and on saturday. I'm so glad to stay clear of gadong. There's just nothing to do there. Even if you just want a drink to relax and catch up. All the places are the SAME. It's getting so old :( It's just so much better because I've got BREAKING DAWN with me since Monday! I've already read it over and over about 6 times. God I am SO in love with Edward. Can he be anymore perfect? Breaking Dawn is alright (NO I wont spoil anything for you all okay) but it's not that great. It's NOT BAD. But I honestly dont give a shit. I'll read it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;anyway. Everyone's like ohh i heard its baaaaaaaaad BAD. I'm like, so what if its not the best thing you've read. I'm praying Stephanie Meyer goes on with Midnight Sun. Edward's point of view. I want Edward! No idea how bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, speaking of Twilight, I cant believe they're ruining it by making a movie. I knew about the movie a while ago and I knew it'd be gay anyway, seeing as no one can even try and imitate Edward. But just being curious while some of my friends started to go crazy over the movie and Robert Patty Fatty, I watched the trailers and clips. Shit, what kind of movie is this gonna be next to the book? It's not like.. Harry Potter where the books were good and the movie was so so. The Twilight movie looks so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJr7vbOZzEI/AAAAAAAAAk8/PQLwROvvP2g/s1600-h/twilight_movie_image_group_shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJr7vbOZzEI/AAAAAAAAAk8/PQLwROvvP2g/s400/twilight_movie_image_group_shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231770709324844098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJr7vZFHb8I/AAAAAAAAAk0/3F5_1SwkTvY/s1600-h/movie_cullens3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJr7vZFHb8I/AAAAAAAAAk0/3F5_1SwkTvY/s400/movie_cullens3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231770708749021122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;First, Robert Patty Fatty looks friggin' stoned out instead of being ever-so-gorgeous like Edward is, a god that's just perfection. And second, Bella. Bella bella bella. She's meant to be young, innocent and really whiney. This Bella is just so.. serious! I mean, DUDE she's meant to be like.. bring the comic relief when Edward gets all serious or whatever. Bella's meant to be more lively! ITS ALL WRONG! None of the characters are right. I dont mind Alice and Jasper though. I didnt exactly picture them like that, especially Alice. But I think they're just so cute together! :) Seriously, I hope they get together in real life. They'd make such an amazing couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Moving on, whats all this about the pictures and stuff. They're making Bella look so much older and more mature and more seductive-looking in some of them. And they're making the movie seem as if its some scary-ish kinda movie. It's a love story! LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm sticking to the books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-1103964542111983256?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/1103964542111983256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=1103964542111983256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1103964542111983256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1103964542111983256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/dazzling-and-dazzled.html' title='dazzling and dazzled.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SJr7vbOZzEI/AAAAAAAAAk8/PQLwROvvP2g/s72-c/twilight_movie_image_group_shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-4582588306135091587</id><published>2008-08-06T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:07:51.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the good ol' days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So it makes me sad that monday, may be the very last time I see Julie. its hard to just watch someone leave. Like how I never really said bye to Grace, like how that time when she left to England last summer and Julie and I sent her off before going to the disco, we left so sad because it felt like she was leaving us? And this time she's just left? Holy shit. I'll miss you G. As for you J, I'll miss you too. All those silly moments together from the start of secondary? That shaky wooden house thing that the school destroyed, the lockers, hongkong, BGIC, classes, productions, everything. All those sleepovers at empire, times at your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I saw J yesterday. I was with Aaron, Arthur, Rais and Jake (who both came EXTREMELY late, MR ORGANISER) when J came too and we bumped into Jasmine B, Amirah, Nabilah and May Anne. So we all watched Dark Knight together. Me and Amirah's 3rd time, dear god. I just laughed at everything. It just felt so funny now that I knew everything that was gonna happen. I think people just stared at me as if I was being stupid. Or annoying. (which could be very likely)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlK8nalFUI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OI9dkLPgYTs/s1600-h/n510338236_247745_6770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlK8nalFUI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OI9dkLPgYTs/s400/n510338236_247745_6770.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231294847400613186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlK8hZ7czI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GU23pA_1mhE/s1600-h/n510338236_247753_9060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlK8hZ7czI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GU23pA_1mhE/s400/n510338236_247753_9060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231294845787271986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlK8uYfmzI/AAAAAAAAAjs/HU5QXhsFQxM/s1600-h/n510338236_247758_685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlK8uYfmzI/AAAAAAAAAjs/HU5QXhsFQxM/s400/n510338236_247758_685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231294849270913842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlKS6bjV9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/iXwz_tEYaBg/s1600-h/n510338236_63567_8991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlKS6bjV9I/AAAAAAAAAi0/iXwz_tEYaBg/s400/n510338236_63567_8991.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231294130950461394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlKS1mO0YI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3YWF2tXhwxU/s1600-h/n510338236_63617_5549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlKS1mO0YI/AAAAAAAAAi8/3YWF2tXhwxU/s400/n510338236_63617_5549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231294129653076354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlKTMAiCgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/NR4Z9SKDtCk/s1600-h/n510338236_64092_9900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlKTMAiCgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/NR4Z9SKDtCk/s400/n510338236_64092_9900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231294135668967938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlKTO9LKyI/AAAAAAAAAjM/q_bMgFi11ho/s1600-h/n510338236_90906_3605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlKTO9LKyI/AAAAAAAAAjM/q_bMgFi11ho/s400/n510338236_90906_3605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231294136460192546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlKTKH96JI/AAAAAAAAAjU/s-Bx2ecOgYA/s1600-h/n510338236_90965_3670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlKTKH96JI/AAAAAAAAAjU/s-Bx2ecOgYA/s400/n510338236_90965_3670.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231294135163283602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Choo, you have to come to hongkong again with me!&lt;br /&gt;And we can do even more silly things like all that fooling around at Winnie's house.&lt;br /&gt;Love you! Email me when you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-4582588306135091587?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/4582588306135091587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=4582588306135091587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4582588306135091587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4582588306135091587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/good-ol-days.html' title='the good ol&apos; days.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SJlK8nalFUI/AAAAAAAAAjc/OI9dkLPgYTs/s72-c/n510338236_247745_6770.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-4782636577540313220</id><published>2008-08-05T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:36:45.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C, D and Double B.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJka3hWkn0I/AAAAAAAAAiM/pCe3MrEqPAc/s1600-h/n510338236_90949_5481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJka3hWkn0I/AAAAAAAAAiM/pCe3MrEqPAc/s400/n510338236_90949_5481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231241983315713858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HONGKONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJka3hZsAtI/AAAAAAAAAiU/EPfjYRc1fzo/s1600-h/n510338236_77187_1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJka3hZsAtI/AAAAAAAAAiU/EPfjYRc1fzo/s400/n510338236_77187_1935.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231241983328781010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA this was Mr Walter's last day! We were messing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJka3v5vwKI/AAAAAAAAAic/t8V4CP5pOYM/s1600-h/n516378247_17490_1060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJka3v5vwKI/AAAAAAAAAic/t8V4CP5pOYM/s400/n516378247_17490_1060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231241987221340322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;how young and silly we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJka3ubgAqI/AAAAAAAAAik/o8cH-xR03RA/s1600-h/n516378247_17408_8225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJka3ubgAqI/AAAAAAAAAik/o8cH-xR03RA/s400/n516378247_17408_8225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231241986826044066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHA so cute. we're missing Greg there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJka38V133I/AAAAAAAAAis/rASMwx0Ev60/s1600-h/n516378247_17378_9630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJka38V133I/AAAAAAAAAis/rASMwx0Ev60/s400/n516378247_17378_9630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231241990560407410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what is this, in year 8? SO UGLY. buttoned up shirts. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJhk8713OAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Zq1EZNRHBRo/s1600-h/n510338236_63060_994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJhk8713OAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/Zq1EZNRHBRo/s400/n510338236_63060_994.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231041965209368578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hey Jean! remember this during fobissea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJhk9PzDpUI/AAAAAAAAAhs/FVN7qC3KZCQ/s1600-h/n510338236_63564_8397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJhk9PzDpUI/AAAAAAAAAhs/FVN7qC3KZCQ/s400/n510338236_63564_8397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231041970566309186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJhk9YctjUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JZbKtq8iNuM/s1600-h/n510338236_63602_5481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJhk9YctjUI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JZbKtq8iNuM/s400/n510338236_63602_5481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231041972888505666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJhk9pbOtiI/AAAAAAAAAh8/TJo2JULVKVQ/s1600-h/n510338236_63605_3188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJhk9pbOtiI/AAAAAAAAAh8/TJo2JULVKVQ/s400/n510338236_63605_3188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231041977445692962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJhk9sV4HII/AAAAAAAAAiE/8mxhcNQHWJw/s1600-h/n510338236_71966_6194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJhk9sV4HII/AAAAAAAAAiE/8mxhcNQHWJw/s400/n510338236_71966_6194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231041978228546690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when we were being stupid. in ICT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJhjRu0w6PI/AAAAAAAAAhc/MgVwqOSc3gE/s1600-h/n510338236_63606_3300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJhjRu0w6PI/AAAAAAAAAhc/MgVwqOSc3gE/s400/n510338236_63606_3300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231040123469097202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look how young and innocent Jake looks! WITH SHORT HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA I must post these picture up. I'm sorry! IT'S JUST HILARIOUS. You must all hate me right now. Aww gives me a real buzz looking at these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;But, I'd like to know something. I'd like to know who spilled the beans. To someone else about things happening recently. And maybe that person will read this, I dont know. But I plan to find out who it is. I guess it was wrong for me to trust some people? I'm disappointed in whoever it is. I really am. I know it must be someone close, because I wouldn't tell people personal things like these unless if I trusted them. Thanks whoever you are. For warning me about telling people things. Now, I'm on my guard. Thank you. Just dandy. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, your package is coming May! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-4782636577540313220?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/4782636577540313220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=4782636577540313220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4782636577540313220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4782636577540313220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/c-d-and-double-b.html' title='C, D and Double B.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_leVSYipiNNU/SJka3hWkn0I/AAAAAAAAAiM/pCe3MrEqPAc/s72-c/n510338236_90949_5481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-6311447356463977519</id><published>2008-08-03T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T19:29:13.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>brownie promise! lend a hand!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJZlv45UeSI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QBkursE8xzY/s1600-h/promise.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJZlv45UeSI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QBkursE8xzY/s400/promise.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230479890638469410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Shit this picture is a little creepy. So yeah, no. No more brownies. But yeah we were 'lending a hand' (wasnt that the brownie motto?) and yeah. Seeing all the boy scouts made me think of brownies. Anyway, the Pusat Ehsan had this charity event today. The year13s (ex IB's) volunteered to help out at the face-painting store and the Mini Cafe that my mom and weier's mom were at. They did such an amazing job with the facepainting! You could see people with paintings on their faces EVERYWHERE. And they looked so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJZlvY3wFrI/AAAAAAAAAhE/yRU7ulEsAW4/s1600-h/DSC03959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJZlvY3wFrI/AAAAAAAAAhE/yRU7ulEsAW4/s400/DSC03959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230479882041956018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The little girl was so cute! I loved the colour of her hair. She must have mixed blood. Her hair was so light!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helped out a tiny bit setting up the Mini Cafe then round about lunch time, I got a little jobless (as in nothing to do and bored) so i went to wander around at the other stores with different people each time. Aaron, Javon, Rais, Jake etc. The Flying Fox looked so unsafe, it was like suicidal if you went on it. Seriously, the tower was scaffolding, held up with two ropes and the ladder looks so unstable. Shit, I was planning to go on it, but changed my mind. Plus the queue was super long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJZlvq5B2nI/AAAAAAAAAhM/p8xQlagpq1k/s1600-h/DSC03963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJZlvq5B2nI/AAAAAAAAAhM/p8xQlagpq1k/s400/DSC03963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230479886879152754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Those are the Mini Cafe helpers, plus Chancey but minus Bea. She wasnt there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a hot day, I mean I think I'm complaining too much because I was inside for like the first two hours of the morning then going in and out in and out. But it was really boiling. I dont know why, even under the shade. But it was fun overall. Tiring but fun in some ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJW3oTGKTYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/3WJZNlMdNRo/s1600-h/DSC04072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJW3oTGKTYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/3WJZNlMdNRo/s400/DSC04072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230288445209464194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;quote of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Jake: hey ama! did you see patrick's dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Ama's a little confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Jake: The jolibee man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. Sorry pat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So this is a picture with Patrick's dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJW3o3ZjspI/AAAAAAAAAgs/h8fcUqH_af0/s1600-h/DSC04054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJW3o3ZjspI/AAAAAAAAAgs/h8fcUqH_af0/s400/DSC04054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230288454954496658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;HAHA Rais' 'YOUR MOM' painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJW3o9OSA-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/U1VOJ35gtlA/s1600-h/DSC03998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJW3o9OSA-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/U1VOJ35gtlA/s400/DSC03998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230288456517813218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The other girls down at the other end of the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJW3pB9ZU0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/KPYjsl3HrLw/s1600-h/DSC03983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJW3pB9ZU0I/AAAAAAAAAg8/KPYjsl3HrLw/s400/DSC03983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230288457789166402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Javon is working hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG NEWS. AMIRAH KNOWS ABOUT POKEMON. AMIRAH HAJI AJI = POKEMON.&lt;br /&gt;Jigglypuff - It sings. HAHAHAHAHA. Gosh I love you Amirah. You crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY seriously, Announcement!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, any year11s that want to see Julie before she leaves, BE AT GADONG AT 6. AND CALL 8918356 if you're there. Thats me. Or Rais if you have his number. Or Julie. Or all three of us. BE THERE, OR BE SQUARE. (I never understood that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-6311447356463977519?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/6311447356463977519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=6311447356463977519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/6311447356463977519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/6311447356463977519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/brownie-promise-lend-hand.html' title='brownie promise! lend a hand!'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJZlv45UeSI/AAAAAAAAAhU/QBkursE8xzY/s72-c/promise.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-8395012081477012568</id><published>2008-08-02T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:22:24.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a certain green-eyed boy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm completely outrageously jealous of Momo. She's just come back from the States and she's seen this fit skater/surfer-looking guy with a gorgeous face and an appealing body. AND not that that's all enough, HE HAS GREEN EYES. Beautiful Green Eyes. And he was at AE, the guys clothes at AE are nice. Good taste. Tall, square jaw (love it) and dressed in clothes that just said 'i wear what's comfortable and looks good'. In his case, looks great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Then momo tells me that Chi goes: 'You're kind of creepy'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;And momo's like: HELLO? do you NOT see the gorgeous guy standing like, 3 METRES AWAY? *swoon*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I dont understand, why don't we have guys like that over here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So. Hot. I hate you Momo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;AND CHI WAS THERE, HOW COME SHE COULD SEE HIM AND I COULDN'T. HOW MUCH MORE CAN YOU TORTURE ME, WORLD. I HATE YOU MOMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It's so unfair that Momo gets to see this gorgeous guy (that seems to have no other thing he could improve on), that beats all the others that she's ever seen (which is hard to beat over there and I trust her taste) and we, over here in Brunei, have none whatsoever. I hate this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;AND HE SMILED AT HER. AND SHE SAW HIM TWICE. At AE AND at UO (Urban Outfitters). what the FUCK. Then when I swore at her (jokingly and lovingly AHAHHAH not) out of jealousy, like 'OHH YOU BITCH :(' she went all: 'touchy touchy aren't we now'. Oohhh the cow. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she tries to make me feel better by saying 'aww well he wasnt THAT good looking' then I go 'LIAR' then she goes 'HAAHHA I know.' I feel so much better. I'm hating Brunei now more than before. Even more today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll post tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;BREAKING DAWN IS OUT TODAY! I LOVE YOU EDWARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-8395012081477012568?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/8395012081477012568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=8395012081477012568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8395012081477012568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8395012081477012568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/certain-green-eyed-boy.html' title='a certain green-eyed boy.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-63906153021226136</id><published>2008-08-01T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:16:55.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't shrug your shoulders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I went out with Amirah, Nabilah, Rais, Jake and Azim today. First it was just Amirah and I because NABILAH came late. Heh heh no lah, its okay. Then Azim came after while we were enjoying cold gelato at Dreamcones. I still dont understand why its outside in the heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to go up to the food court because Azim was hungry and thats where Rais and Jake told us to meet. So we were eating and waiting and waiting, then when Azim had already finished his chicken rice, Rais and Jake came. SO LATE! Then while going down the escalators, they ditched us. PFFT so us girls just wandered around. And stuff. Then we went to Amirah's so-called-Communist shop (Uniteck HAHA) to see dvds. And the guys found us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ate at Cheezbox. well, the girls ate but the guys didnt. How weird is that? It's usually the other way around. And it was hard to eat properly while Rais kept humping the chair. GOD. HAHA I joke I joke. And we caught Jake and Rais being all gay, finally we know your dirty little secret! Saw loads of people we knew at the mall (obviously because Brunei's just that small).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have about 50 pictures of Jake because Rais kept taking SO many. I knew Rais loved Jake. Minus all the ones taken of Jake and his many faces, we only took about 20 ish photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Dark Knight again because Nabilah hadn't watched it but it was still great. I just realised how sexy Christian Bale looked with that leather jacket and the red bike. Goshh, so 'attractive' and 'appealing'. And since Amirah and I had already watched it, I thought the suspense was weaker because I knew what was going to happen anyway. It was still just as good though. So I just kept laughing whenever the Joker laughed (Heath). God, I absolutely love him in this movie. He was hilarious, and just so creepy. Oh and also I realised that when the ballet was cancelled and they all went onto the boat out at sea, Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale) dived in really weirdly into the sea. I just noticed. But even on the second time around watching the movie, I still missed Edison Chen! It's okay, Christian Bale and Heath Ledger's in it. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQIlAkXamI/AAAAAAAAAfc/zId1Tm99c_M/s1600-h/DSC03906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQIlAkXamI/AAAAAAAAAfc/zId1Tm99c_M/s400/DSC03906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229814499184700002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQIldxQBfI/AAAAAAAAAfk/rKxwwqV3yQU/s1600-h/DSC03912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQIldxQBfI/AAAAAAAAAfk/rKxwwqV3yQU/s400/DSC03912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229814507023369714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQIlowXWRI/AAAAAAAAAfs/S8T_0aMXs0k/s1600-h/DSC03919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQIlowXWRI/AAAAAAAAAfs/S8T_0aMXs0k/s400/DSC03919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229814509972445458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQImHs4UII/AAAAAAAAAf0/PJ6PRV2nHTg/s1600-h/DSC03921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQImHs4UII/AAAAAAAAAf0/PJ6PRV2nHTg/s400/DSC03921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229814518279327874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQImXxcKFI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zVJhLPZe-cQ/s1600-h/DSC03933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQImXxcKFI/AAAAAAAAAf8/zVJhLPZe-cQ/s400/DSC03933.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229814522593421394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Jake's being all shyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQI9VigxdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/4vMSZWHhuXs/s1600-h/DSC03946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQI9VigxdI/AAAAAAAAAgE/4vMSZWHhuXs/s400/DSC03946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229814917130929618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQI9wK6xbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/alO1FqhzOfw/s1600-h/DSC03942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQI9wK6xbI/AAAAAAAAAgM/alO1FqhzOfw/s400/DSC03942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229814924279727538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Aww so sweeeeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQI951ffGI/AAAAAAAAAgU/H1yGv6dyolA/s1600-h/DSC03950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQI951ffGI/AAAAAAAAAgU/H1yGv6dyolA/s400/DSC03950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229814926874213474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHA bless Rais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-63906153021226136?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/63906153021226136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=63906153021226136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/63906153021226136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/63906153021226136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-shrug-your-shoulders.html' title='don&apos;t shrug your shoulders.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SJQIlAkXamI/AAAAAAAAAfc/zId1Tm99c_M/s72-c/DSC03906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-2914447659257114655</id><published>2008-07-30T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:03:39.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking about the FUTURE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;No not the university, IB kind of future. Just what's gonna happen soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;you know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;BECAUSE I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;FINISHED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; WITH MY FUCKING JOB. I AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;"  &gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;No more waking up at 8 in the morning, NO MORE serving bitchy people. And more. But I'm lazy to think of what I dont have to do anymore. HAHAHA. So now guys, we can all go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Aww but I shall miss the people there. And.. I must say, punching the numbers in the cash machine thing. God I loved that. And all the nice people. And the adorable little kids. Especially that little girl who blew kisses at everyone. She was tiny and she was SO CUTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So since I'm done, I'm going out with people tomorrow. I want to go look at shoes and such! There's a few things I've reserved around and about. I cant WAIT! I haven't seen Nabilah since prom! I miss her! Silly girl's leaving me and Amirah for London, to join our husband. (Ben Barnes) Secretly, hush hush guys, Ben just wishes it were me going instead. SIGH. This is exactly how cruel life can be. HAHAHA what the fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, I feel great :D despite everything that has been thrown my way, I have PUSHED IT ASIDE. Actually, I rugby tackled it and kicked it in the balls. Hahahahah I only wish, or hope I did. THE PESSIMIST IS LOOKING FORWARD TO TOMORROW! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Now I will promise you all some pictures tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm hatching a kidnapping event (Nabilah) with Amirah soon. With the element of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Surprise&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Isnt it all so exciting? :) Nah not really AHHA but least I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Also hatching a new diet (not to lose weight or anything, coz that doesnt bother me anymore) to improve our health (amirah and I). Shit I've been eating popmee and canned food recently. Munching on candy and sipping soft drinks during work is done on a regular basis. Hmm.. not the best eating habit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Toast (of water for now) TO NEW CHANGES!&lt;/span&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/7426184857767746479-2914447659257114655?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/2914447659257114655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=2914447659257114655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/2914447659257114655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/2914447659257114655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/thinking-about-future.html' title='thinking about the FUTURE.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-8147550851912675728</id><published>2008-07-30T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:34:08.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cause I really do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm very content today. I have no idea why, I've actually been thinking very positively. A huge shock seeing that I'm usually a big pessimist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I think I'll actually miss work. I dont know why. Shit, it is true. Work hard to earn your money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm actually playing Checkers with Rais. HAHA I suck at Checkers. I prefer Minesweeper Flags. Man I thought I had the upper hand in the game but turns out Rais will get that King checker thing. God I hate this game. I dont even know what a King thing can do. I should've never accepted the stupid game. MAN. THIS GAME ROCKS NOW, (only when I play with Rais) I just killed all his people but his one only King and i still have three checkers left. WOOOO OWNED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm psyched for this weekend. Finally, FREEE to do whatever I want to (not really). Anyone else going to the Pusat Ehsan thing this sunday? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;God I'm being random. At least I posted! I cant wait to keep myself busy next week. Gymming anyone? :) Isnt there that 3day free trial thing at Fitness Zone? I haven't even been to the Kiulap one. How sad. It seems like everyone's exercising there. I WANT TO JOIN IN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Heh heh. Lame. Shit, tomorrow will be an awkward day. JEAN, ANN SAVE ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I cant wait to hang out with people next week. Just get through another two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm seriously considering the States for uni. Hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE! SEE YOU ALL IN A FEW DAYS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-8147550851912675728?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/8147550851912675728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=8147550851912675728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8147550851912675728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8147550851912675728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/cause-i-really-do.html' title='cause I really do.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-7108842122739616902</id><published>2008-07-28T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:19:29.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you silly obstacle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm liberated! A burden has been lifted. I am FREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Like the shirt at Ego Attitude, 'without you, I'm nothing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;True, without you girls? I'm NOTHING. I LOVE YOU. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm being emotional, yet I'm really high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So girls movie night out tmrw? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So where should I go this winter? Canada? Perth? Melbourne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Or perhaps Perth and Melbourne this Christmas, and Canada for the whole of next summer :) god that sounds so tempting. Back with May and Yvonne for christmas (hopefully I can go and Jean can come too) and back with Allen and Momo and all my friends back in BC. Gee all those times two years ago, hitching rides to Richmond, playgrounds, strolls around at night, go-karting, being sad tourist-like people. God I miss you guys so bad. Especially 'Dip' and 'Double-Bum'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;AND PERTH WITH MAY. I miss you maymay! What is yoyo to do without maymay and her lovely bearhugs! I vil visit you soon and maybe see how this Angela girl is. HAAHAHAH. I pity you, your friends, and her. SIGH I'm indecisive. Then we can go shimmy around Perth and walk around and laugh at all the silly people. Wow, that sounds so mean. HAHAHA it isnt, really! yum yum, and we can make our own jokes and laugh between ourselves. Show our own sense of humour. AND RED SKINS. I'll bring you nice DVDs too :) Pirated clear ones because Perth is too slow in the cinemas and rips you off with real ones that you might only watch like 5 times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Yvonne, you know you all are #1 of my #1's. sheesh, promise. $100's worth. NOVEMBER 19TH. The day my wallet is going to go on a crash-diet. Loose all its weight. OF MONEY. Toast to all those ex history days and make way for new ones. Cant wait to be able to come and fool around  on the streets of MELBOURNE. this good enough for you VON? Or you should come back so I can brainwash all of your demanding-ness out of your head. ;) Negative #1 is for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It feels like Christmas has come early. Thank you all for being the spark of my realisation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Not Christmas maybe, HAPPY EARLY HANNUKA!&lt;br /&gt;(what the fuck is hannuka anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I feel completely elated. On a real high today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONGWEE! :D&lt;br /&gt;we'll be extremely offended if you dont invite us all to your birthday by the way. HAHAAH. jokes jokes. have a great day, and I'll see you soon hopefully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;See you girls tomorrow :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;P.S. I see the firecrackers Maymay! Sexy sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-7108842122739616902?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/7108842122739616902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=7108842122739616902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/7108842122739616902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/7108842122739616902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-silly-obstacle.html' title='you silly obstacle.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-1543440842486681274</id><published>2008-07-27T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T07:15:39.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so how was that for starters?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I went to Empire today with Jean and Min. Turns out Kai, Bea, Aaron, Amanda and Isa were there too. So they went to the ATV while Jean, Min and I went down to the waves. The wind was crazy! It was so strong but means the waves were bigger and better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Swam, ran, and everything. Then we went kayaking and it was Isa, me and Bea first. Isa in the front leaving ME to paddle. Sheesh, and bea at the end. SOO tiring. Silly, then Isa was trying to shake the boat deliberately and we all toppled over. It was the funniest thing seeing Aaron and Jean's kayak flip over though. Priceless :) But we got caught RED HANDED. HAAH lame, no lah. Stupid lifeguard caught us. Then we ditched Isa to leave him paddling alone. hahahahaha but Bea and I hung on for a ride. HAHA. Stupid lifeguard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus that other dude that worked there who was so bitchy. Jean, min? You know who. Lets avoid him the next time. Haahahah or say you're with your parents. Or sisters.HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We played Beach volleyball too, split into even teams. Jean, Amanda, Bea and Aaron VS Kai, Isa, Min and I. It was uneven because of the wind but Kai and Isa dominated our side anyway. I just like to serve. HAHA. I HATED chasing for the ball though! The wind just kept blowing the ball further and further away that you have to work to catch up with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I've finally gotten TANNER, after being cooped indoors for so long. I have gotten my tan back :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;what a good day. we must, must, must have another one of those soon. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pictures on facebook! Though I do wish I took some more. Like some of us kayaking and volleyballing. And beach-ing. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-1543440842486681274?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/1543440842486681274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=1543440842486681274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1543440842486681274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1543440842486681274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-how-was-that-for-starters.html' title='so how was that for starters?'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-5824167511038898495</id><published>2008-07-26T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T06:56:06.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the deep beautiful melancholy of everything that's happened.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I suppose today was fun. I finally got to see Siew and Sarah today at gadong. I've missed them! And MEL A couldnt come. Sheesh. ahahaaha jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;We ate at Swensens after wandering around, ooh and Happy Birthday Audrey! :):):)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyway, ice cream was good. So were the marshmellows. It was hilarious, Sarah went to put the cherry stalk in her mouth to tie a knot, so she threw it in after saying 'I'm gonna tie a knot' or something and she started choking so hard on it. It was HILARIOUS. Brandon can do it in 9 seconds, woah. Pro Brandy! But why couldn't your sister come! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;8 of us went to watch Dark Knight, it was the second time for most of them but I swear, its amazing. what a great movie. Heath played the role of the Joker so well! He was terrifying! And Christian Bale, oh wow when he was changing in the beginning and when he took his shirt off. *GASP* I mean, WHY oh WHY couldn't the camera just go that much lower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I loved it when Heath started laughing like that, it was hilarious. And in that nurse's outfit? I know his laughter's meant to have like chills down your spine, but the girls next to me just made me start burst out laughing. Just a little embarrassing. I'm so shocked that Rachel (Maggie Gyllenhaal died though, didnt expect that. But she's not pretty enough for Bruce Wayne (Christian Bale), I actually find that whole Batman voice really cool. HAHAHA. His real voice is sexy enough anyway. God all those cuts and grazes on his back? Woah, rugged. I like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Apparently Edison Chen's in that movie, but where! I wouldnt mind watching it again, the movie's brilliant anyway. Heath better get a nomination for this role, and he better win it. Its true, the movie did drag on a little. But I guess I dont mind, so long as all of the scenes and parts are compelling to watch. No complaint there. Pictures are finally up on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm exhausted. But I dont want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should watch some movie or show. I still havent watched Made of Honor?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'll go, bye! To sunday splash, or not sunday splash tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-5824167511038898495?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/5824167511038898495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=5824167511038898495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/5824167511038898495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/5824167511038898495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/deep-beautiful-melancholy-of-everything.html' title='the deep beautiful melancholy of everything that&apos;s happened.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-5367974280516232302</id><published>2008-07-25T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T06:24:10.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>come on, HIT ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Not literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Ooh back at work, back to Brunei. And it amazes me to see the comparison between Hongkong traffic and Brunei's traffic. I swear, Brunei feels so quiet now compared to the continuous honking and shouting and scolding from the cars and their drivers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Just some pictures at work, we were being silly. Its on facebook. I'm lazy to post pictures up now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I wonder if I should go to the sunday splash today or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I also wonder if I should wear any of my new stuff or not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Or if I should wait for school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I also also wonder what I should do tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm wondering yet again if Dark Knight has a good time on its showing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX IN THE CITY IS OUT IN CINEMAS HERE!&lt;br /&gt;I've already watched it but means I can watch it in better quality.&lt;br /&gt;Amirah? Nabilah? Up for a movie? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Bye! I'll stop wondering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-5367974280516232302?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/5367974280516232302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=5367974280516232302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/5367974280516232302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/5367974280516232302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/come-on-hit-me.html' title='come on, HIT ME!'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-8754420328740571420</id><published>2008-07-21T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:27:03.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>more time to prepare myself for the impact.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I'm back tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I ate at Delifrance today, and they have this promotion thing thats called 'Delifrance Le Summer', the Dessert Series. And the slogan is 'This Summer. French kissing has never been sweeter'. I'm like thinking 'wth, I dont get it. What do desserts have to do with french kissing!?' But anyway, it was quite good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I bought some candy for you guys today. I might eat it during work with my working friends/people though. Sorry. Hahaha I'll save some sour ribbon for you guys hopefully. But there's always my second trip back to HongKong to stop by for more candy. Gosh, CALORIES. Oh well. Hahahah least I stop work soon so I can go swimming or something. I miss basketball! :( Anyone up for a game sometime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Ooh and this candy thing really stood out. In not so much of a good way. It looks like a carrot but then when you see the other colour, it looks like sperm. Dude who would make candy that looks like that. Stick to gummy worms and sour ribbon! And bananas and dolphins and stuff like that. Innocent things! Like the candy shaped like eggs, though I'm not very fond of those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqKtUcaQEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/m0jqDsK-SGk/s1600-h/DSC03820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqKtUcaQEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/m0jqDsK-SGk/s400/DSC03820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227142828703498306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqKswZH8iI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oZ6ih0uClJ0/s1600-h/DSC03823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqKswZH8iI/AAAAAAAAAfE/oZ6ih0uClJ0/s400/DSC03823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227142819026039330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqKt3EiQ8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/if1MsMjqK7M/s1600-h/DSC03827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqKt3EiQ8I/AAAAAAAAAfU/if1MsMjqK7M/s400/DSC03827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227142837998601154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GIANT MOONCAKE! And its real, I broke off a tiny little piece because I thought it was fake. It is MASSIVE.&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/7426184857767746479-8754420328740571420?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/8754420328740571420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=8754420328740571420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8754420328740571420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8754420328740571420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-comfort-zone.html' title='more time to prepare myself for the impact.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqKtUcaQEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/m0jqDsK-SGk/s72-c/DSC03820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-5424991597714968464</id><published>2008-07-19T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:17:30.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the meteor that shot through my sky.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm back to the shores of Hongkong and I met up with ann an hour later. We just walked around, tried long dresses (they make you look taller :O), and bought a few things. But we ran out of money. I spent $29 hongkong just on a tiny cup of Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's, but it was orgasmic. It was so good, I forgot what flavour I had though. :( I love love love Ben &amp;amp; Jerry's. I just wished it wasnt so expensive. Hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm still awed by last night's show, 'amazing' is truly an understatement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Hmm.. I was also wondering, why does everyone wear those big glasses, like spectacles. But big ones, like raybans except black and have them as glasses. It makes some people look super super nerdy. And on others, it looks quite good. Is it some sort of strange trend in hongkong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, today we ate sushi. Loads of salmon and stuff, then we ordered this pizza thing, and I ate all the scallops because Ann doesnt like seafood. So many scallops. The freaking sushi place made us both broke. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqG5MFOswI/AAAAAAAAAes/WldvqrIUeuM/s1600-h/DSC03812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqG5MFOswI/AAAAAAAAAes/WldvqrIUeuM/s400/DSC03812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227138634570707714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;And we met this family on the train, this little girl from Africa called Makdulah or something. And her baby sister. They were adorable! Their skin was so smooth, and everything. Huge eyes. It was fun, we just played with them on the train and stuff. At first, the mother was a little intimidating on the phone with someone else but when she started talking to us, she seemed really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2nd aunt made us cheesecake and tiramisu. I loved the tiramisu, the cheesecake was really good too. The perfect balance between too sweet and not sweet enough. Gosh I love blueberries, its so annoying how you cant get fresh ones here in brunei. And if you can, they're TINY. I swear, the ones we just picked in Canada were MASSIVE. And it tasted so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqG5SRg2zI/AAAAAAAAAe0/3v72tgmX_N0/s1600-h/DSC03815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqG5SRg2zI/AAAAAAAAAe0/3v72tgmX_N0/s400/DSC03815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227138636232842034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqG5snY9jI/AAAAAAAAAe8/YnbV-FDdl-c/s1600-h/DSC03816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqG5snY9jI/AAAAAAAAAe8/YnbV-FDdl-c/s400/DSC03816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227138643303921202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;How's everything in Brunei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICKI. I MISS YOU. HAVE FUN IN PORTUGAL! (if you go) And you must must must tell me how it goes :) LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-5424991597714968464?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/5424991597714968464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=5424991597714968464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/5424991597714968464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/5424991597714968464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/meteor-that-shot-through-my-sky.html' title='the meteor that shot through my sky.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqG5MFOswI/AAAAAAAAAes/WldvqrIUeuM/s72-c/DSC03812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-4929682088980969921</id><published>2008-07-18T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:01:13.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loose lips sink ships.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Yaaayy I went on the CRUISE today, called Virgo or something. I'M A VIRGO. God I'm being so lame today. It's pretty big, lester and I got lost. And only coincidently found my mom as well. I mean, I dont understand how I couldve gotten lost if I just went down two flights of stairs til a floor that had a big number on it '10' which was where my mom was meant to be. I waited in front of the lift, and no mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqCnWsU-LI/AAAAAAAAAds/FGyZkLBdAeY/s1600-h/DSC03721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqCnWsU-LI/AAAAAAAAAds/FGyZkLBdAeY/s400/DSC03721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227133930134894770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIp-ZLsmFMI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8C7eHRIraAc/s1600-h/DSC03733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIp-ZLsmFMI/AAAAAAAAAdE/8C7eHRIraAc/s400/DSC03733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227129288618546370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqCnPFOVTI/AAAAAAAAAdk/S3twnukRTYI/s1600-h/DSC03740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqCnPFOVTI/AAAAAAAAAdk/S3twnukRTYI/s400/DSC03740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227133928091833650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqCnrpdYDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7-PHkK1FeX0/s1600-h/DSC03742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqCnrpdYDI/AAAAAAAAAd0/7-PHkK1FeX0/s400/DSC03742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227133935760007218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqCns3YTiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/VOlkjRd2p1o/s1600-h/DSC03745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqCns3YTiI/AAAAAAAAAd8/VOlkjRd2p1o/s400/DSC03745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227133936086830626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqCn9UHkPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/UHt3lbOzFY0/s1600-h/DSC03750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqCn9UHkPI/AAAAAAAAAeE/UHt3lbOzFY0/s400/DSC03750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227133940502335730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqDG_esmpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/n7RFA9eI2Ms/s1600-h/DSC03755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqDG_esmpI/AAAAAAAAAeM/n7RFA9eI2Ms/s400/DSC03755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227134473659521682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;There, the food. It was a free 4 course meal. I swear, I couldnt finish it all. I guess it looks good, but it didnt exactly taste as good as it looks. OOH and there was this waiter I saw that came out of this lift, it was like.. a giant ISHAN! I SWEAR THE FACE AND EVERYTHING. ISHAN'S LONG LOST GIANT TWIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I watched two shows todaay, exactly the same but even on the second show, I still found it AMAZING. It's a whole series of acts, dances and performances all intertwined to form this amazing show. Dancers from Brazil and Belarus, acrobats from China, Mike Michaels the magician from Las Vegas and more. And they also had this rollerskater duo, and all those spins and flips. Holy shit, I have never feared for anyone else's life as much as I feared for theirs and the acrobats. The show was phenomenal. Jaw-dropping. Too bad I couldnt take any pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I took some pictures of the view (like Rid asked me to) and here you go. Hong Kong. And it's night, and day, lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIp-ZBcTdII/AAAAAAAAAc8/laFDYXug8Gw/s1600-h/DSC03724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIp-ZBcTdII/AAAAAAAAAc8/laFDYXug8Gw/s400/DSC03724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227129285865862274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when we set sail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIp-ZRAr11I/AAAAAAAAAdM/on6xYEjW9B4/s1600-h/DSC03738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIp-ZRAr11I/AAAAAAAAAdM/on6xYEjW9B4/s400/DSC03738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227129290044987218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what a dark looking sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqDHeDDyYI/AAAAAAAAAek/_BoLmlRqFW0/s1600-h/DSC03760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqDHeDDyYI/AAAAAAAAAek/_BoLmlRqFW0/s400/DSC03760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227134481865099650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqDHLL2b1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/hTHfisFB3AE/s1600-h/DSC03774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqDHLL2b1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/hTHfisFB3AE/s400/DSC03774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227134476801699666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this was actually a while after we set off. The ship was moving so fast, and my camera disappointed me :(&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqDHLC4GrI/AAAAAAAAAec/L8BTKIA2Ya0/s1600-h/DSC03775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqDHLC4GrI/AAAAAAAAAec/L8BTKIA2Ya0/s400/DSC03775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227134476764060338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIp-ZQH-t_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/36Zj9Q-e8ZA/s1600-h/DSC03757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIp-ZQH-t_I/AAAAAAAAAdU/36Zj9Q-e8ZA/s400/DSC03757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227129289807149042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Ahh this one's better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIp-ZkemyDI/AAAAAAAAAdc/YyYieb_OGQ4/s1600-h/DSC03758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIp-ZkemyDI/AAAAAAAAAdc/YyYieb_OGQ4/s400/DSC03758.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227129295270758450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Be back soon!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY NYSE! I hope your party went well :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-4929682088980969921?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/4929682088980969921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=4929682088980969921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4929682088980969921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4929682088980969921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/loose-lips-sink-ships.html' title='loose lips sink ships.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIqCnWsU-LI/AAAAAAAAAds/FGyZkLBdAeY/s72-c/DSC03721.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-489097634923935428</id><published>2008-07-17T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:18:18.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the dark tint of sunglasses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Ooh I met up with Ann today. We went to Lady's Market in Mongkok, Festival Walk in Kowloon Tong, and Sham Shui Po to wander around, and Causeway Bay to go to this street. WHERE I BOUGHT THIS SCARF. I have no idea when I'm going to wear that in Brunei. Rainy day? Quite a bit of shopping today, not as much as Day 1 but it'll do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiKCKxahFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/WFLxiJ4Lugg/s1600-h/DSC03677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiKCKxahFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/WFLxiJ4Lugg/s400/DSC03677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226579137419445330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love this iced tea drink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Met at Festival Walk first and dropped by at MNG to see if my cousin was working that day then went to H&amp;amp;M. Ann bought this cute pale pink jacket and I got a new pair of sunglasses. H&amp;amp;M's actually a lot cheaper that Topshop! But I wanted HK to have topshop so badly :( there were so many things online that I wanted to find at topshop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So then after, at Lady's Market in Mongkok, we were wandering around and I swear, we saw SO many tourists. The sun was literally burning my skin. I tried to find shelter under Ann's umbrella but failed because of how troublesome it was trying to avoid hitting people's head with the umbrella. Nearly bumped into this dude when I wanted to cross over to see something and he gave me the most strangest 'wtf''-ish type look. I dont know, I cant tell what the expression was. Hahaa anyway, it was so embarrasing. Haha so we tried to avoid his group as much as possible. And some of the shops there have like thongs hanging everywhere from the ceiling or the sheet draped over the store. Its like Thong Heaven. There were quite a few shops like those. A few of the thongs were so weird. Disturbing. Other shops had kinky costumes etc. So not like Singapore, in Bugis Street, we went in because Jo wanted to buy condoms for Nicki as a joke but we got kicked out because we kept sniggering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiKCOHzpII/AAAAAAAAAb0/CugvjK1gERQ/s1600-h/DSC03679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiKCOHzpII/AAAAAAAAAb0/CugvjK1gERQ/s400/DSC03679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226579138318673026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiKCeCYO-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/fJdADSP67R8/s1600-h/DSC03680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiKCeCYO-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/fJdADSP67R8/s400/DSC03680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226579142590872546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we got a map for fun. hahahaha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiKCa3_TVI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lscwk4YShAA/s1600-h/DSC03684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiKCa3_TVI/AAAAAAAAAcE/lscwk4YShAA/s400/DSC03684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226579141741989202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thong Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Dropped by at 'Wongkok Zhong Sam'. I just found out that its called Argyle Center, what a weird name, Argyle. Arrrgyle. Why not just Mongkok Center? How much much simpler. Anyway, Ann bought this cute checkered dress and I bought my own cherry print dress. Weee all these new stuff for school. Makes me all giddy with excitement, NO MORE UNIFORM. I'm still a little indecisive, should I be all melodramatic and burn it? Or should I keep it out of nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I forgot to add, we went to the book store in Festival Walk and I dont know why, but I felt so intrigued, like its the first time I've seen so many Vogue's? Italian, Indian, Spanish, Russian, Chinese, British, American. INDIAN? I never knew there was an Indian Vogue. But it felt nice to see so many familiar faces on the covers; Naomi, Claudia Schiffer, Lily Donaldson etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on the way to dinner, THE TRAIN STOPPED HALFWAY. Man, we thought there was soemthing wrong with the train. So weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiNmla571I/AAAAAAAAAcU/i6sWW9Rh20U/s1600-h/DSC03691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiNmla571I/AAAAAAAAAcU/i6sWW9Rh20U/s400/DSC03691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226583061582966610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Street in Causeway Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Then at night, went out to dinner with my two aunts, one uncle, cousin, mom and ann. Shanghai food, was gooooood. Especially this thing. Hahaha so descriptive. Ann and I ate quite a bit of it, it tasted great.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiNminm0ZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/umJxsukuX6o/s1600-h/DSC03692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiNminm0ZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/umJxsukuX6o/s400/DSC03692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226583060830933394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bathroom was so pretty! How random&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiNmu8MWzI/AAAAAAAAAck/kscMrEBTdow/s1600-h/DSC03693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiNmu8MWzI/AAAAAAAAAck/kscMrEBTdow/s400/DSC03693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226583064138505010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiNnnGY6NI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ZW36qc-KLmU/s1600-h/DSC03697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiNnnGY6NI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ZW36qc-KLmU/s400/DSC03697.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226583079213656274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This sticky thing tasted so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiNnjXM7RI/AAAAAAAAAc0/aonletnlj_k/s1600-h/DSC03699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiNnjXM7RI/AAAAAAAAAc0/aonletnlj_k/s400/DSC03699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226583078210432274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 'tang yuan' looked like eyeballs. Had sesame stuff in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiKCpv3STI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ucTT2RDVl7Y/s1600-h/DSC03687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiKCpv3STI/AAAAAAAAAcM/ucTT2RDVl7Y/s400/DSC03687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226579145734441266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Ann's new jacket! From H&amp;amp;M ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I'm bored so I'll finish this post now. Bye!&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/7426184857767746479-489097634923935428?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/489097634923935428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=489097634923935428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/489097634923935428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/489097634923935428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/ooh-i-met-up-with-ann-today.html' title='the dark tint of sunglasses.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIiKCKxahFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/WFLxiJ4Lugg/s72-c/DSC03677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-1958913506086188603</id><published>2008-07-16T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T20:01:34.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>magnification</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I LOVE the strawberries here, they are MASSIVE. Like in Brunei, its like $8 to buy a little box of tiny strawberries. Over here, its $40+ hongky money but in brunei money its about the same. $7 brunei with a HUGE box of strawberries that are more than twice the size of normal "brunei" ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIad6ynHeMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/A-GVRkjBfXQ/s1600-h/DSC03665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIad6ynHeMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/A-GVRkjBfXQ/s400/DSC03665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226038050953853122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIad69b4kdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Xe-fOWMYyZg/s1600-h/DSC03667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIad69b4kdI/AAAAAAAAAbc/Xe-fOWMYyZg/s400/DSC03667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226038053859529170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIad7F5Z0HI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Uz-Bz5wwbRA/s1600-h/DSC03669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIad7F5Z0HI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Uz-Bz5wwbRA/s400/DSC03669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226038056130826354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I didn't do much shopping today because I had to do some passport stuff but at the building, they have these round people things (i'll post picture below later) that you can take a picture with for your passport thing. AND YOU CAN SEE YOURSELF IN THEM. So you know how you look etc. They're cute, I wished I used them when I renewed my passport recently. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIadlWRQ7YI/AAAAAAAAAas/4SsG2cSZ-cE/s1600-h/DSC03637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIadlWRQ7YI/AAAAAAAAAas/4SsG2cSZ-cE/s400/DSC03637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226037682568752514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIadlfVRRLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/2voB3utoRjU/s1600-h/DSC03643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIadlfVRRLI/AAAAAAAAAa0/2voB3utoRjU/s400/DSC03643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226037685001471154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIadltUWbFI/AAAAAAAAAa8/am6BdTAk1fc/s1600-h/DSC03640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIadltUWbFI/AAAAAAAAAa8/am6BdTAk1fc/s400/DSC03640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226037688755711058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Map of Fushan or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;And there's this bridge connected to the building and I used to be scared when I walked on it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt; because there used to be all these beggars, people with limbs chopped off, old people on the floor begging for money. And I'd love to give them all a bit of money, like loose change but I've always heard these stories of fake beggars. So how would you know? I had no idea whether I should ignore them or give them money or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lester and my aunt went to play that coin dropping thing at the arcade. Won 6000 tickets in an hour. Have no idea how they managed that :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIadlmY_NiI/AAAAAAAAAbE/H-sgZtPsW8E/s1600-h/DSC03659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIadlmY_NiI/AAAAAAAAAbE/H-sgZtPsW8E/s400/DSC03659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226037686896113186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIadlviGAPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/NF9VFOMZ2rw/s1600-h/DSC03660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIadlviGAPI/AAAAAAAAAbM/NF9VFOMZ2rw/s400/DSC03660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226037689350226162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Happy 1year 7 months anniversary babe. I love you! Your wife beaters are so annoying to find though, HAHA. I miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Gosh the food is amazing here, I am going to get sooo much fatter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So I'm promising myself, no candy, no soft drinks, no fried food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Two hours later, I ate a fruit-tip. Shit. It was too good to resist :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-1958913506086188603?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/1958913506086188603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=1958913506086188603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1958913506086188603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1958913506086188603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/magnification.html' title='magnification'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIad6ynHeMI/AAAAAAAAAbU/A-GVRkjBfXQ/s72-c/DSC03665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-4662167636112059383</id><published>2008-07-15T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:52:10.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fly high.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Oooh cool, I'm in hongkong and I'm posting behind time. Like it's actually Monday but I'm posting as if its last tuesday. So what happened on Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Happy birthday to our sultan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;How cool, I even got a free cake in this cool little box. Square chocolate cake, with a twinge of gold on the chocolate icing. Glitter perhaps? And it tasted really good too. The chocolate was really rich and it was so good compared to all the other things they have on the tray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Okay, I was walking to the escalator at the MTR and there was this girl in this miniskirt with a belt, and shit her whole asscrack was showing. I was thinking, like DUDE PULL UP YOUR SKIRT. then we went up the escalator, she was a few steps up. She was short-ish and this worker guy was standing behind her and her ass was like right in his face and he was just oogling there. I was like, that is so sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Then my family and I were in the taxi and at the traffic lights, there were all these fire trucks just went through the red light because they had first priority. I found it interesting that people in hongkong actually listened, that there were no cars AT ALL came in their way. Like, their journey went so smoothly, no cars at all blocked them at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;OOH and ANGIE'S TWINS, their names are so pretty! Okay, and what are the chances of getting a boy AND a girl for the twins. Baby boy's called Knox Leon, girl's called Vivienne Marcheline. What gorgeous names. All the names of all the Jolie-Pitt kids are lovely. I cant believe that people would bid so high for mere pictures of the twins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIaUaXBmb7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/k3gUiWtCDNs/s1600-h/DSC03623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIaUaXBmb7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/k3gUiWtCDNs/s400/DSC03623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226027598188277682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;that bump in the corner makes it look like the cake has a pimple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIaUanMl-HI/AAAAAAAAAac/PgEG64_cLS8/s1600-h/DSC03625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIaUanMl-HI/AAAAAAAAAac/PgEG64_cLS8/s400/DSC03625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226027602529351794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIaUar8Ja2I/AAAAAAAAAak/33RVVH8JMs8/s1600-h/DSC03620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIaUar8Ja2I/AAAAAAAAAak/33RVVH8JMs8/s400/DSC03620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226027603802549090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Poor mom, trying to read lester's book about some war stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-4662167636112059383?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/4662167636112059383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=4662167636112059383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4662167636112059383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4662167636112059383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/fly-high.html' title='fly high.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SIaUaXBmb7I/AAAAAAAAAaU/k3gUiWtCDNs/s72-c/DSC03623.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-558632854135626344</id><published>2008-07-14T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:57:05.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving a little bit of me behind with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Hey! Tomorrow, I'm off to HONGKONG. So I probably wont be blogging for a while, unless if I head over to my aunt's house or Ann's house. But I doubt my aunt's internet will be fixed seeing as my uncle hasnt been clicking on me recently. Maybe he's just given up on MSN or just given up coming online. SO I will miss some of you. Hahahahahahaha especially Jon because I only saw a bit of him today :( which is not fair but life isnt fair. SIGH (so emo).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;But I'll bring some stuff back for you people :) in the form of candy, especially for amirah because I'm making it harder for her to lose the pounds she CLAIMS she's gained. Muahahahahahahah. And I will call you all when I get back :) But Jon first. Right baby? And I will get you a little extra something of course! But wednesday's for you okay? Then so is the weekend, because it is probably going to be the first weekend UNEMPLOYED! Gosh that sounds so weird. I CANT WAIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'll take some pictures, plus I'm meeting Ah Lau (Ann/Man). Or Anisa. Fia. Or Ramirez. I dont know, but yay! I havent seen that girl/boy in ages! I see she's been swearing more lately ;) WOOAHH okay, I'm going to investigate. And we're going SHOPPING. For things that I'm sure my mom wont let me buy. Like a bikini for instance. HAHA. THEN I'M ALL SET FOR THE NEXT SUNDAY SPLASH! WOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-558632854135626344?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/558632854135626344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=558632854135626344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/558632854135626344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/558632854135626344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/leaving-little-bit-of-me-behind-with.html' title='leaving a little bit of me behind with you.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-5756938511431758232</id><published>2008-07-13T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T05:04:54.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hold me, hold me wont you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;Oops, I forgot to post pictures from yesterday. But I figured I might as well make a new post instead of edit the old one. Today hasnt been the best day, but I guess yesterday made up for it. Although, yesterday wasnt that great if you accounted for things happening before and after the outing. Why does life do this to me! Oh gosh, what a dumb question. Anyway, pictures :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnNK5CrGUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Z1pAuGEzvmY/s1600-h/DSC03596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnNK5CrGUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Z1pAuGEzvmY/s400/DSC03596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222430829907220802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and the girlies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnNLGeQ2LI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HtyJweSUjYk/s1600-h/DSC03598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnNLGeQ2LI/AAAAAAAAAZE/HtyJweSUjYk/s400/DSC03598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222430833512601778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rais is 80% girl so this is just the girls table ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnNLNSLS-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/pqn6xkw2JjU/s1600-h/DSC03599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnNLNSLS-I/AAAAAAAAAZM/pqn6xkw2JjU/s400/DSC03599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222430835340954594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yaahh, best friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnNLZ0HWDI/AAAAAAAAAZU/HYlY-8jsS1g/s1600-h/DSC03601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnNLZ0HWDI/AAAAAAAAAZU/HYlY-8jsS1g/s400/DSC03601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222430838704527410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnNLYo-hqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/IuHNyLnKKjI/s1600-h/DSC03603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnNLYo-hqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/IuHNyLnKKjI/s400/DSC03603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222430838389376674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnNlZYdzbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/IEmCjyjsEI4/s1600-h/DSC03612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnNlZYdzbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/IEmCjyjsEI4/s400/DSC03612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222431285265157554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnPMFSGumI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QHGNqnZWVPA/s1600-h/DSC03617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnPMFSGumI/AAAAAAAAAaM/QHGNqnZWVPA/s400/DSC03617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222433049396296290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooh and as you can see, Min LOST to the boys. Hahhahaha loser ;)&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/7426184857767746479-5756938511431758232?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/5756938511431758232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=5756938511431758232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/5756938511431758232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/5756938511431758232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/hold-me-hold-me-wont-you.html' title='hold me, hold me wont you?'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnNK5CrGUI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Z1pAuGEzvmY/s72-c/DSC03596.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-513680053419264390</id><published>2008-07-13T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T02:32:52.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all for you, my daisy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I just finished watched PS I Love You, and I love it. It seriously ignited the waterworks. I really liked the soundtracks, they were so soothing. There's so many that make me feel so content just hearing them. And I loved Gerard Butler's accent. They looked so great together. It was so sweet. Definitely one of my favourite movies. Its like I could feel some of the pain she felt. Holly that is, played by Hilary Swank. The phrase, 'I want to be someone's Gerry', was just so touching. I think it could be nearly as big as 'I want to be someone's Edward'. Except Gerry's more real, Edward is just so up high in the league that he's plain fantasy. Thats too bad. It's okay, I've got Jon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I cant believe I waited this long to watch it. I loved so many scenes, like when she sang for him at the Karaoke Night. That was so sad, but the first time she sang to him when he dared her? I swear, that look of adoration in his eyes was indescribable. My heart just dropped. Oh and that time where the dog came then he tricked her and she found out as well? SO cute. And I love ALL the letters he wrote to her. I dont know how to explain it. Back to that look. It looked so sincere, like you dont even need to hear the words 'I love you' to feel the love that just shines through that look. I'd love to have that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnJZXvWKbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/b66MwQakRKc/s1600-h/ps+i+love+you+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnJZXvWKbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/b66MwQakRKc/s400/ps+i+love+you+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222426680619313586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnJZqMtg3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/aiYGkLYBmeE/s1600-h/ps+i+love+you+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnJZqMtg3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/aiYGkLYBmeE/s400/ps+i+love+you+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222426685574316914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;She looked so silly here, it was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnJZqEnomI/AAAAAAAAAYU/MkxMfmmJdn8/s1600-h/ps+i+love+you+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnJZqEnomI/AAAAAAAAAYU/MkxMfmmJdn8/s400/ps+i+love+you+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222426685540377186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnJZ5K60LI/AAAAAAAAAYc/MXMP_IoVTNI/s1600-h/ps+i+love+you+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnJZ5K60LI/AAAAAAAAAYc/MXMP_IoVTNI/s400/ps+i+love+you+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222426689593331890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnJZ_FWL6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/GaFuLU1t7nA/s1600-h/ps+i+love+you+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnJZ_FWL6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/GaFuLU1t7nA/s400/ps+i+love+you+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222426691180572578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She looks SO gorgeous here. They look so serene.&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/7426184857767746479-513680053419264390?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/513680053419264390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=513680053419264390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/513680053419264390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/513680053419264390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/daisy-summer-daisies.html' title='all for you, my daisy.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHnJZXvWKbI/AAAAAAAAAYE/b66MwQakRKc/s72-c/ps+i+love+you+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-1615547061849051960</id><published>2008-07-12T07:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T08:25:05.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>small wonders.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what did I do today, I went out with Amirah and Min for lunch at Frats. It was good, 50% off! Hahahahaha. And just chilled out, caught up and talked. I found out things that were so 'wtf' and 'woah, WHY!' but it was entertaining to hear these things. TJ, IJ, classes next year and more. I feel bad for those attacked by the angry monkey :( May, you get me? Then we watched Hancock, while Jake, Nazim, Arif and Rais watched Hellboy. Hancock is pretty weird, but I guess its not THAT bad as everyone says. Charlize Thereon is so gorgeous. Oh and Will Smith looks really weird clean-shaven. I dont know why. Hahaahaha then we went to coffee bean and got drinks etc. Had a very interesting talk with the guys.. Hahahah and went to the arcade after Miss Haji Aji left us. Err then min, tom and arif played mario while I DDR-ed with LJ and Rid. Thats all! OOH NICKI AND MAY WERE ONLINE TODAY. I'm glad :) But my oh my, where in the world is Jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for store locations of certain brands like h&amp;amp;m, zara and stuff to let myself know where's what i want. So then I wanted to look for things that I should keep my eye out for. Which meant online shopping. Zara a bit harder, but I went to topshop anyway (even though they dont have topshop in hongkong). After looking, I found quite a few things I wanted which, ultimately, made me even more disappointed at the non-existance of topshop in hongkong. (does that make sense?) So I'll post up some pictures of things I liked from Topshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_68R0QsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/x95VNkA7WHY/s1600-h/Topshop+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_68R0QsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/x95VNkA7WHY/s400/Topshop+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222134787270263490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this dress was plain, but i think it'd be okay if I just played it up a little. With a belt and accessories maybe, it'd be much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_7MZZAyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VYKRQL3H56I/s1600-h/Topshop+kate+moss+collection+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_7MZZAyI/AAAAAAAAAXM/VYKRQL3H56I/s400/Topshop+kate+moss+collection+top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222134791596999458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This top is from the Kate Moss Collection at Topshop. I love the cut out at the back, sexy but not really revealing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_7IuMqMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/KHkxo3FFrBY/s1600-h/topshop+60%27s+print+day+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_7IuMqMI/AAAAAAAAAXU/KHkxo3FFrBY/s400/topshop+60%27s+print+day+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222134790610528450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a 60's print dress. Could look cute with flats and a plain black belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_7KHnnrI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Yi2D8URO2EY/s1600-h/Topshop+Striped+Tunic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_7KHnnrI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Yi2D8URO2EY/s400/Topshop+Striped+Tunic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222134790985588402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one's a tunic. I quite like it, simple I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_XlDpYZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ZvIIBW4gMFs/s1600-h/topshop+military+waistcoat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_XlDpYZI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ZvIIBW4gMFs/s400/topshop+military+waistcoat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222134179741393298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love love love this military-style waistcoat (or vest if you want to call it). It would look so chic with the right things. There's a jacket like this too but I thought the waistcoat would be better for some place like Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_XhBP3qI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ziAq6T78OUQ/s1600-h/Topshop+Check+Mini+skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_XhBP3qI/AAAAAAAAAWk/ziAq6T78OUQ/s400/Topshop+Check+Mini+skirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222134178657590946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I find this skirt cute, it's not "my style" as some of my friends call it but its a risk, maybe a good risk? But I dont know. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_YILN9KI/AAAAAAAAAW0/HWDtbEmGKhc/s1600-h/Topshop+print+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_YILN9KI/AAAAAAAAAW0/HWDtbEmGKhc/s400/Topshop+print+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222134189168391330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_YMkMLWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GIOQPQqqcJQ/s1600-h/Topshop+Cards+print+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_YMkMLWI/AAAAAAAAAW8/GIOQPQqqcJQ/s400/Topshop+Cards+print+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222134190346874210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the print is of hearts, spades, clubs, diamonds etc. I quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Damn, I cant remember where I saved all the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So anyway, after looking at the topshop things, I went to H&amp;amp;M. Its so much harder to look at stuff at H&amp;amp;M because the online shopping is only available in countries like Austria, Germany, Norway, Finland, Sweden to name a few. So I clicked Germany. Turns out everything on the site, is all in GERMAN. God damnit, I cant read German! And I wanted to look at dresses and skirts. So I learnt quite a few things. Some things are obvious, like 'Bluse' is 'Blouse'. But 'Hosen' means pants. And 'Rocke' with two dots on top of the 'o', means skirt. Man, it took me 20 minutes to figure all that out, including the time i wasted trying to find the language button. OOH and 'Kleider' means dress. Damen = women, Herren = men, Kinder = children (but we learnt that in history anyway). I was kind of lazy to post up pictures of the things from H&amp;amp;M, because the pictures are tiny and the only average sized ones were pictures of people wearing them. And I'm a little lazy to put them together in a collage. I want to find bags for school. Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;HONG KONG IN LESS THAN 3 DAYS!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm finally posting pictures on facebook. Of the UAM Concert, sorry. It's SO late.&lt;br /&gt;OOH and also, I'll post pictures of today later on. Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Now Min, please dont abandon me online here AND COME BACK.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're doing now. (woah, so murderish stalkerish creepy. if that makes sense.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-1615547061849051960?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/1615547061849051960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=1615547061849051960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1615547061849051960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1615547061849051960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/small-wonders.html' title='small wonders.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHi_68R0QsI/AAAAAAAAAXE/x95VNkA7WHY/s72-c/Topshop+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-2306519282418231814</id><published>2008-07-11T07:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T07:40:17.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little black box.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Sorry, you dont have to read this. I just want some place to write it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm warning you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Emo rant starts, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Don't you love shutting yourself up in some place quiet and private sometimes? Somewhere where nothing matters. A place where you have nothing to hide from, no pretenses to put up, no masks to disguise what you feel. And sometimes, do you feel like no one understands you? It probably is my fault to begin with anyway, not letting anyone in. Have you ever felt like, you want someone who truly understands you, sees through all your pretenses and someone who knows you so well that they can break down your walls you put up. And like Edward says in Twilight, to 'see that flash of intuition in your eyes when you see through my pretenses'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I want that place. I want to have my own safe harbour, where its just plain openness. Letting everything out. Like removing a damn thats trapping water. Water being the emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Maybe I've found a place. Where reality just slips away. Hahaha I'm sure this happens with other people too. I get so engrossed in my book that everything around me, the surroundings, just doesnt matter in that moment. That actually happens when I read. It really does, I like to lock myself up in my room and read. Then everything just fades away into the background and its like the story, the characters and everything seems so tangible. Sometimes, its just so comforting to have a place to ignore everyone else. Ignore all the things reality and life throws at you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;But then that only happens with some books. What a pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Okay, sorry about the post. Post over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-2306519282418231814?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/2306519282418231814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=2306519282418231814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/2306519282418231814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/2306519282418231814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-black-box.html' title='a little black box.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-6064342407928241484</id><published>2008-07-10T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T07:42:30.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rich flurry of our romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;So today, when there were no customers, we just told each other about our lives and the things that happen in my co-workers' lives are soooo drama-series-like. Anyway, we actually took some pictures (when Lila wasnt there, she's shop manager) with the huge hats and stuff but i dont know, they kept saying 'BIDAAAAA' so I guess I'm not gonna see them. HAHA or I might. I dont know. Tomorrow's my last day of work for a while, I'm taking a 12 day leave for hongkong and the rest of the days just go to all of you guys ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;Anyway, I'm spending my saturday with Amirah and co. Monday's for Jon. Tuesday I'm flying off, which leaves Sunday free. Sunday anyone? Ann might take sunday from what I mentioned to her about. I get back on the 22nd, tuesday. Leaving my wednesday free. Or maybe not. Hahahhah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;Have you seen the new issue of Vogue? American Vogue. Nicole Kidman's the cover and she still has a bump. But she doesnt look like she has a bump! You can only see it if you look closely. She looks amazing, she's glowing. I guess it usually happens, like Angelina Jolie looked lovely right before she had the twins. So did Cate Blanchett. But Nicole's just stayed in shape so well. As well as shooting her new movie Australia, with Hugh Jackman. By Baz Luhrmann. I want to see it, when Baz worked with Nicole in Moulin Rouge, they worked wonders. I cant wait to see this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some pictures! I promise, they'll be some pictures after this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHYfL48FZwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/91d6JAZ1AQ4/s1600-h/img03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHYfL48FZwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/91d6JAZ1AQ4/s400/img03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221395107106088706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this picture, it reminds me of Tarzan. Like Jane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHYfMK2ehJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GYufFzcQJQQ/s1600-h/img06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHYfMK2ehJI/AAAAAAAAAWE/GYufFzcQJQQ/s400/img06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221395111914407058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dont know why, but this shot of her reminds me of Moulin Rouge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHYfMGRyaNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gqHvWPjLOSk/s1600-h/img07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHYfMGRyaNI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gqHvWPjLOSk/s400/img07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221395110686779602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ooooh, passionate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHYfMmOhbdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FsySLvP7PH0/s1600-h/img08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHYfMmOhbdI/AAAAAAAAAWU/FsySLvP7PH0/s400/img08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221395119263018450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And here's her cover!&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/7426184857767746479-6064342407928241484?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/6064342407928241484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=6064342407928241484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/6064342407928241484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/6064342407928241484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/rich-flurry-of-our-romance.html' title='rich flurry of our romance'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SHYfL48FZwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/91d6JAZ1AQ4/s72-c/img03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-1508593191231122004</id><published>2008-07-06T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T06:54:26.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll lock you up in a sad tune.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm bored. I feel a bit spaced out actually. Always staring off into space or not really concentrating on what I'm doing. Like I dont know what I want to do or what I should do. Always thinking about this and that. So I guess I've been occupying myself by watching movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Right now, I've watched Elizabethtown, with Orlando Bloom and Kirsten Dunst. I think it's quite nice. I dont really like Kirsten Dunst and she got a bit annoying at first but after a while, I start to really like the movie. Orlando Bloom looks a little goofy in the beginning, its entertaining. He looks aloof. I love the idea of the map that she gave him. And I love the speech that the mom did at the dad's memorial. And how the dad was cremated and his ashes were spread around to all the places that mattered to him. Also, when Drew (Orlando Bloom) was looking for Claire (Kirsten Dunst) and then they saw each other, ran to each other and just met halfway in a hug. I love those kind of moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, I also watched Dedication. With Mandy Moore and Billy Crudup. It's really original, and I don't know if I really like it or if its a little different and a little strange. But i find it quite cute that he wears a helmet while he's driving, and how he drives. But Mandy Moore has really nice eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Then I watched The Other Boleyn Girl with Natalie Portman, Scarlett Johansson and Eric Bana. I swear, Eric Bana (the king) is such a horny bastard. Just by seduction, he turns so vulnerable. And their uncle is so hungry for power, he'd kill his own nephew and ruin his own sister's family just for his own benefit. It's disgusting. I loove Natalie Portman and Scarlett Johansson, they're both so gorgeous in their own ways. The ending is so sad. The plot itself is really good, with twists here and there. Also, I find Mary (Scarlett)'s son so cute. The ending with the Mary happy with William Stafford (her original husband) and her son and Anne (Natalie Portman)'s daughter is sweet. I really like this movie. I still can't believe I diddle-daddled this long and not watched it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I've still got to watch, In Good Company and PS I love you. I'm still looking for the DVD 9 of Made of Honor. Then I can add it to the collection and organise a movie night or something at my place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;And thats it for all the movies I've watched. Not the best weekend, despite the good parties but then there were some moments that were just amazing. :) bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-1508593191231122004?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/1508593191231122004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=1508593191231122004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1508593191231122004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1508593191231122004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/06/ill-be-greatest-fan-of-your-life.html' title='I&apos;ll lock you up in a sad tune.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-195627329892939239</id><published>2008-07-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:39:32.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>easier before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SGzg3I1qi2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/YjuMqZyNpF0/s1600-h/P22-05-08_11.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SGzg3I1qi2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/YjuMqZyNpF0/s400/P22-05-08_11.13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218793306085559138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SGzg3MO__6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ayxN-8LhobU/s1600-h/P22-05-08_11.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SGzg3MO__6I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ayxN-8LhobU/s400/P22-05-08_11.14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218793306997129122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I cant believe that its been 5 days since Yvonne's left. I MISS YOU VON. God I'm still so bummed that I couldn't send her off. I mean, VON WILL I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN? (ew so dramatic, exaggeration much) Naww of course I will. But not for ages though! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Stuck together at the back or in the corner in SO many classes because our names are right next to each other in the list. Endless msging during class and being sneaky behind teachers like Mr Hicks and Mr Rieger. BEING ROOMMATES THE FIRST TIME WE WENT TO THE SINGAPORE NETBALL TRIP TOGETHER :( And having heart-to-hearts almost every night we were there, especially that time we stayed up until early hours in the morning when we had to wake up and get ready for netball at 8. Lying to the teachers who came with us to SG when we came with you to meet Javen (Boon). HAHA history buddies? hahaha aww when history is finally over, you leave. Pffft. You loser. Hahahah jokes jokes. You crazy girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SGzg32JUAxI/AAAAAAAAAV0/kjhjdXg9MFs/s1600-h/n510338236_63673_8051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SGzg32JUAxI/AAAAAAAAAV0/kjhjdXg9MFs/s400/n510338236_63673_8051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218793318247564050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SGzg3nISEzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/sejnsX3vjSg/s1600-h/DSC01949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SGzg3nISEzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/sejnsX3vjSg/s400/DSC01949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218793314216710962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, I hope we keep in touch. I mean I know we will but regularly? and consistently? I sure hope so!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I want old pictures from my computer (like the third picture in the plane to SG), but after like months of having it in the workshop, it still hasnt come back. Dear god, what are they doing over there? Apparently, they have no 'spare-parts', you're meant to be a shop. DO YOUR FREAKING JOB. I know I'm not. Hahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So today at work, I met some people. I met these two Australian girls, Anna and Rebecca. They're my age and they're cool. They took notice when I started talking. They never expected someone to have an accent like mine (I dont know what kind of accent I have). Anna's home-schooled here while her dad teaches math at UBD and Rebecca goes to some Australian School in Singapore. I dont know. ANYWAY! SIGH I'm so sick of customers who act like such superior cows. Jo's family came too, excluding her dad and herself. But youknow, she was there yesterday so she counts. Then met Jon for about two minutes (literally) and just said hi, bye and a few more other words, hugged then walked away. Haahah how sad. Least I'm seeing him for much longer tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;SATURDAY IN LESS THAN 2 HOURS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;! SO ESTATIC. I'M SO HAPPY. NO WORK, NO BITCHY CUSTOMERS, NO MORE ACHING LEGS FROM STANDING UP FOR SO LONG. I finally get to have a lie-in! I seriously hope tomorrow'll be a good day. and night. A good everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-195627329892939239?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/195627329892939239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=195627329892939239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/195627329892939239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/195627329892939239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/easier-when-we-were-young.html' title='easier before'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SGzg3I1qi2I/AAAAAAAAAVU/YjuMqZyNpF0/s72-c/P22-05-08_11.13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-1316429372040635725</id><published>2008-07-02T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:44:51.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wheel of the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm wondering how our new journal's gonna be like. HAHA how fucking sad is that. I mean, do we get some in IB? I never use it anyway, but I just saw one of my journals from Year 9. I really cant believe I still have it but then I realise that I still have these letters and 'homework' notes from our Takilah Gang. Holy shit, what happened to that. Anyway, I want to be way more organised, have those cool notebook/diary/daily journal things. I've always wanted to use one of those, a nice one. The ones we get at school are flimsy and annoying to use. I'll probably get one and forget to use it anyway. Hahahah but I want to use it not only for school but for everything. Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Ooh I ate at chill today, and I'm actually surprised that they charge for water. And I'm sure its not mineral water. Don't restaurants give you free water unless if its mineral water? Sorry, AHAHa I mean, its not that a big deal. It's like less than a dollar but still!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;SO, there's still a few things that people haven't noticed at Ego Attitude yet. which is GREAT because I've purposely placed them in not very obvious places coz I WANT THEM. muahahaha but I cant decide whether I should wait til after I get back from Hong Kong or get them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;You know what I want now? A satisfying shopping spree, after having a hot bowl of delicious soup for breakfast(so random) or dimsum or that amazing fish porridge down the road, some Hoi Lao San (that mango thing in hongkong? HAHA) and the New York Cheesecake doughnut from Krispy Kreme's for a snack. Hahahah gosh sounds so fat. I dont care, HONG KONG. HERE I COME (soon) I hope this weekend and the middle of the month comes soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, if you guys read the Georgia Nicholson Books, the movie's coming out on the 25th of July. I've seen the trailers but it doesnt look that great. I don't know, its so not how I imagined it to be. The guy that Georgia obsesses over (Robbie) is such a pretty boy. Isnt he meant to be hot and rugged? The guy who plays Dave the Laugh looks so young, well from these few photos I saw. Oh also, if you guys watched the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, the second movie is coming out on August 8th. I want to watch it! I thought the first movie was sweeet. I'm planning to watch the movie first, then read the book. I've been hearing people saying that the movie's not up to the same level as the book. So loads of things to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How random is this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;OHHH I JUST REMEMBERED, BREAKING DAWN COMES OUT IN...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:900%;"  &gt;30 DAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:200%;"  &gt;ONE MONTH!&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/7426184857767746479-1316429372040635725?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/1316429372040635725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=1316429372040635725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1316429372040635725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1316429372040635725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-what-you-gonna-do.html' title='wheel of the world.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-311891254298085814</id><published>2008-06-30T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T07:04:08.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tongue-tied, better get yourself together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Heey! Again. I'm so pooped, work was sooo busy today. My arms feel floppy, my legs are feeling wobbly from all the standing up, my brain is soo tired. It's meant to be my HOLIDAY HERE! Anywayy, I met Amanda/Armilda's mom today and we had this LONG talk (I served her anyway) about Amanda, school, braces (cause she has braces too AHAH) and independence. So random. Also had this lady laugh at all these slogan tees. And I actually got all these ladies to buy all these clothes, I'm so proud. HAHAA too bad we dont get paid by commission. Seeing as I get to serve most of the chinky ladies and the caucasians (I'm the only girl there who speaks chinese and really good english), I guess I have a lot of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were these LOUD obnoxious ladies who were pinoy according to their accent and they were like messing up the whole place and shouting here and there and yelling to each other (even though they stood next to each other) and spilling their guts laughing so hard at the shirts. I mean, the phrases on the shirts are funny but overexaggerated much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one of them (their leader or whatever, queen bee of the trio, I dont know) was like:&lt;br /&gt;' "I am playgurrl"(reading a shirt), that pits por me!'&lt;br /&gt;then her friend goes: 'HAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like thinking, why would you sound proud of that! but then I had this HUGE urge to laugh at them, obviously I couldnt so I just bit my lip and continued folding. Ho ho ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;But moving on. Just to tell you girls, there's been a HUGE update in the clothes in Ego Attitude. The new arrivals have arrived on sunday and today, no wonder I had SO much work trying to hang and organize everything by style and material. Just to tell you guys, the new slogan tees there are quite cool :) I'm planning to buy some myself. Anyway, the store was a mess. Some people just had no consideration for others and the mess just one person left behind is like half an hour's work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So I'm just bored, and I havent exactly been going out that much to have any pictures to post but i'll have some soon :) for now, I'll just post up some pictures of the Resort 09 collections, really late. Sorry! These are just some pieces picked out here and there. I couldnt really be bothered to look in depth and detail but oh well. I'm tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SGjjSum6YmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/q7UQXoN3PdM/s1600-h/Burberry+Resort+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SGjjSum6YmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/q7UQXoN3PdM/s400/Burberry+Resort+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217670079197110882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;these four pictures are from Burberry. I love the whole look. Thin belt cinching the waist and the long cardigans. Maybe for school? I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SGjjSqAQgSI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QQhehAlh1Us/s1600-h/Resort+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SGjjSqAQgSI/AAAAAAAAAVM/QQhehAlh1Us/s400/Resort+09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217670077961240866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From L-R:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1st - Burberry - I think this is pretty appropriate for school too. Casual and chic.&lt;br /&gt;2nd - Donna Karan - I cant decide whether I like it or not, but I think I like it. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;3rd - Roberto Cavalli - I cant decide with this dress as well. It's quite interesting, the print makes it look like it has ruffles near the bottom. Dont you think so? For red carpet, maybe a risk I think. A risk that I might take. If I were on the Red Carpet often, which I'm not. At all. HAHA WAIT, I think it has ruffles!!&lt;br /&gt;4th - Vena Cava -  I guess I just liked this because it looks nice and you can wear it out, to the beach, etc. To a lot of things in Brunei's case actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So arthur and amirah! Tell me, how's SINGAPORE! :D&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to get a week off or something for when I fly to Hongkong, so I can use the extra days to go out with people, like Jon, Min, Jean and Ann and people. I miss you guys :(&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/7426184857767746479-311891254298085814?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/311891254298085814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=311891254298085814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/311891254298085814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/311891254298085814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/06/tongue-tied-better-get-yourself.html' title='tongue-tied, better get yourself together.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SGjjSum6YmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/q7UQXoN3PdM/s72-c/Burberry+Resort+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-760782586931590151</id><published>2008-06-27T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T02:27:04.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>will and won't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;God it feels amazing to finally have a free weekend. what a long week. No work. I cant believe I'm already complaining after only 5 days of work. Hahahah it feels like I've been working for ages already. Time crawls by too slowly. I count minutes like they're hours. At least the people who work there with me are fun. I feel so out of it! So whats been happening people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I need to catch up on my sleep. I've been sleeping at past midnight and getting up at around 8 to get ready. Eyebags! So I'm glad I slept in today. Then gonna go out tonight with Jon. Haven't seen him for a while. (as usual, which is sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Speaking of missing, I miss loads of people. I haven't talked to Min for ages so yes min, I miss you too. I miss May, OOH yes I miss may. I miss Nicki, maybe I'll go to UK next year to visit her, Grace and Jon. It's so weird how I thought I'd be free this holiday, free to spend time with everyone, especially Jon coz he's leaving me (sheesh) but this whole job thing just ruined my whole plan. I'm thinking of stopping by August at the very least. Oh wow, this post and this blog is so bland. I'll post some pictures tomorrow or something! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-760782586931590151?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/760782586931590151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=760782586931590151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/760782586931590151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/760782586931590151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/06/will-and-wont.html' title='will and won&apos;t'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-7021304172510267342</id><published>2008-06-24T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:10:01.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>live off the edge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Why is Made of Honor only showing three times a day? It clashes so much with my work. Gosh I've been waiting to watch it for ages and I STILL HAVENT WATCHED IT. I thought that there'd be more than 3 showings but oh well :( I might just have to force myself to buy the dvd and watch it at home (reluctantly). If worst comes to worst, I'll just call Jon and ask him to come over with some people (who havent watched it or who want to watch it again) so that we can all watch togetherrr. And makan popcorn. Hahahaha see I'm putting my malay to the test ;) I'm taking Malay Ab in IB and everyone who works with me speaks malay conversationally instead of English :( So I have to learn. Lapar = hungry right? Yes, I am Lapar. HAHAH. does that make sense? Coz, I really am hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, work is really boring. I'm so glad that occasionally, people I know pop over just to visit me (thanks guys) which is really refreshing after folding so many clothes, steaming all these outfits whilst burning myself and serving bitchy customers. Then I got told off (not scolded because the guy incharge is just so soft and nice that way) so you could say I was informed that I was caught on camera talking to Javon and we were chilling at the counter because its just more comfortable to lean on and then the guy in charge tells me that I'm allowed to talk to friends but I cant talk for long and also I got told off because Javon (who is a customer even though he pretended he worked there to the customers) was too close to the cashier. I guess they thought Javon might go and steal some money or something but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Its quite funny how they caught me ON CAMERA. I must wonder what else they've seen on camera, everyone picking wedgies? Not very pretty :) But then I also feel really embarrassed. The guy in charge, said that Janrius's mom caught me (WHICH IS SO EMBARRASING) because Jan's mom is my mom's really close friend and I cannot loook at Jan's mom again without thinking of today. Am I overreacting? Someone tell me. I really dont know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Hahahah its actually really fun seeing people you know. Like Jason dressing up in some pink frilly thing. And Javon always SKIPPING WORK to visit and even assessing my skills in dressing and picking out clothes for the mannequins. Janrius is often walking over cause I know he's bored. May Anne dropped by, so did Azim. Jasmine too but sorry guys, I went to pick up some stuff. Jon, you should visit me too babe! Hahahaha pretend you want to buy something for your girlfriend. Like we're on some inside joke that the others dont know about. Skip tennis for a day babe! I miss you! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;OH well :) I was planning to go for quite a while without getting into trouble but I guess not. Next time guys? Pretend you're all CUSTOMERS! No seriously. I'm so bringing my camera the next time I work. See you guys around and soon ;) And sorry for the lack in photos! :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;P.S. Siew, if you read this CALL ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-7021304172510267342?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/7021304172510267342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=7021304172510267342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/7021304172510267342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/7021304172510267342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/06/live-off-edge.html' title='live off the edge.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-5775941105780550619</id><published>2008-06-22T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T03:00:06.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plugged in</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I feel SICK, sick as in disgusting sick, not the awesome cool 'sick' but also the illness catching-a-cold sick. It sucks! You feel so god damn tired all of a sudden. Gosh and still had to cook 4 packs of mee goreng for just lester and steve. Pigs, made me cook while they're pigging out upstairs with packs of Salt &amp;amp; Vinegar Lays and cans and cans of ginger ale. And they kicked me off the computer so that steve could use it. Because &lt;em&gt;apparently&lt;/em&gt; I make their internet lag. You know what I think? Damn you, e-speed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214642811462197170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SF4iAje_n7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/kojhnDNTq_k/s400/175335.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214642812743638482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SF4iAoQg3dI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ZQw6QKyMqe0/s400/175509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Hahahaah maybe this looks like how I look when I'm sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;That is sick. SICK i tell you. As in disgusting. It could be worse, mucus coming out of our ears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Mmm.. very sexy. Sexy inDEEED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Not good, work starts tomorrow. Time to wear some winter clothes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-5775941105780550619?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/5775941105780550619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=5775941105780550619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/5775941105780550619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/5775941105780550619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/06/plugged-in.html' title='plugged in'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SF4iAje_n7I/AAAAAAAAAU0/kojhnDNTq_k/s72-c/175335.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-5336994769053589880</id><published>2008-06-21T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T02:25:10.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I loooooooooove Ben Barnes. To me, he's just a picture of perfection. He can sing, he can act, he's not too shabby at dancing (even though he says he cant dance at all) and he is one sexy guy. Hahaa if you want to see him in short hair and when he was younger, well about 4 years younger, go and see the video of his band singing in this thing called Eurovision in 2004.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;His band is called Hyrise (and he quit really soon after they sang) and they only made one song apparently and its called Leading Me On. I know this is so slow, but I just felt like mentioning it now. It has a huge resemblance to those classic backstreet boys, boy-band songs I know we all used to listen to as little girls. Oh and btw, Ben Barnes sings the bridge where one of the guy's voice goes high. Thats him ;) HAHAa. Though i must admit, this song is not the greatest. hahaha but its Ben Barnes all the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway! I wonder whats causing all these sudden mini-typhoons that we're having recently in Brunei. It's quite cool to watch from a balcony actually. I keep wondering if the winds are ever gonna be strong enough to hurl me off the balcony. Hahahhaha okay not cool. But have you ever tried it? I stood there today coz there was one around 4pm and all I could hear were the powerful gusts of wind, and crashes here and there. Like there was this time I left my window WIDE open and my vase of gorgeous orchids actually gotten pushed off the table and it crashed onto the floor. I was like.. oh shit. what broke. My poor orchids :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might sound really weird, but I have mixed feelings when I hear glass break. Like, it sounds almost delicate. Sort of cool and yet you're like OH SHIT what did I break. or FUCK I'm gonna be in some deeep shit. OOH and I'd love to see petals or leaves from treees flutter around and make some sort of shape, like the shape/silhoutte of an object. Yknow? Like in Narnia or Pocahontas. HAHA god its pretty awesome. Isnt it pretty though? I tried finding a picture but failed. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Jon and I watched The Happening on Jon's birthday. I just cowered behind Jon whenever I saw the dead people. Like when Elliot's friend/Jess's dad went to Princeton and there were these people hanging dead from trees all over like decorations? Sick. That was so SICK. I was like oh my god I do NOT want to see dead people around! And when Elliot, Jess and Zooey Deschanel (forgot her character's name ahahahah) and those two teenage boys got to that house to look for food for Jess and the gun came out from the window? Errgghhh. Not pleasant at all. But oh well, not too bad overall. I'm still waiting to watch Made Of Honour! Maybe I'll watch it with Amirah and the girls, or Jon (unless you want to watch Get Smart babe, cause I really want to watch that too hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye! Time to do some guitar-ing.&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/7426184857767746479-5336994769053589880?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/5336994769053589880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=5336994769053589880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/5336994769053589880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/5336994769053589880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/06/dancing-shoes.html' title='dancing shoes'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-5966170568731013473</id><published>2008-06-19T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:29:29.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my personal miracle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFnBSWMgAyI/AAAAAAAAATk/b2nwiJSpVKc/s1600-h/DSC03325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFnBSWMgAyI/AAAAAAAAATk/b2nwiJSpVKc/s400/DSC03325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213410564597875490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:tahoma;font-size:200%;"  &gt;Happy birthday Jon! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe you're 18 now. Today's your day, go err.. do whatever you want. So tell me what time you want to go out (in much advance). Whatever you want to do, wherever you want to eat, whatever you want to see, its your decision today (only today hahaha kidding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Oh I'm warning you now that all of this is going to sound sooo cliche but I just want to say thanks for always being there for me baby. Always there for me to confide in, to keep me company, to cheer me up whenever I'm down in the dumps (which is pretty often, sorry) and someone who I know makes me happy. You've been one of the only people who've really cared. Cause you're just so thoughtful, sweet and loud. haha naaww, I really appreciate it sweetie. I'm really sorry for all the thoughtless, careless, silly things I've done wrong and that have hurt you (maybe quite a bit). And yes, I didnt and wont forget what you said last night and what I promised you. No need to tell me twice now :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Of course, today wouldve been better if things went according to how we wanted it and I'm still sorry and STILL feeling so guilty about that but I just hope you have a brilliant day. You deserve it. I just wish you didnt have to leave me in September! If you do, you better come back and visit ME a lot. And I'm glad you'll still be here for the next less-than-3 months. And I'm also glad I have you in my life. Becausee I looooooooooveeeeeeeee youuuuuuuuuuuuuuu. Hahaha a year and a half and still going on strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Oh and btw, there's one of your many new profile pictures up there. I posted it up just for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFnCwgInViI/AAAAAAAAAUU/joNjhctqENU/s1600-h/P1100424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFnCwgInViI/AAAAAAAAAUU/joNjhctqENU/s400/P1100424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213412182173636130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFnBTFNF5sI/AAAAAAAAAT8/IzkhiwKl-Kk/s1600-h/n562861798_99543_4508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFnBTFNF5sI/AAAAAAAAAT8/IzkhiwKl-Kk/s400/n562861798_99543_4508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213410577216825026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFnBTDVvICI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1ZaVep8-Ei8/s1600-h/n510338236_343697_5587.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFnBTDVvICI/AAAAAAAAAT0/1ZaVep8-Ei8/s400/n510338236_343697_5587.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213410576716210210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFnBTWYCckI/AAAAAAAAAUE/e4xgb4DifLo/s1600-h/n771070410_1280361_2746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFnBTWYCckI/AAAAAAAAAUE/e4xgb4DifLo/s400/n771070410_1280361_2746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213410581826138690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;So Happy 18th Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFnQR91MSFI/AAAAAAAAAUs/cJnRiz7HsCw/s1600-h/DSC03395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFnQR91MSFI/AAAAAAAAAUs/cJnRiz7HsCw/s400/DSC03395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213427050732079186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahahaha :)&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/7426184857767746479-5966170568731013473?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/5966170568731013473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=5966170568731013473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/5966170568731013473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/5966170568731013473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-personal-miracle.html' title='my personal miracle.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFnBSWMgAyI/AAAAAAAAATk/b2nwiJSpVKc/s72-c/DSC03325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-4900920744725679132</id><published>2008-06-17T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T05:50:00.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost my way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I went to school to watch the Year 13s go against the teachers in basketball and netball today. It was a really close match. They played 4 quarters, two quarters of netb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;all, another 2 quarters basketball. I was meant to watch but I ended up referee-ing for like a little while and ended up playing myself. But only in netball. I sucked at ref-ing so obviously Mrs C took over. HAHA Not that I dont know the rules but I miss a LOT of things. Heh heh. I also intended to take some pictures but I kind of forgot, well no I just couldn't be bothered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The year13's won in netball but the teachers won in basketball. I thought it was so unexpected. I would've predicted it the other way around. But nonetheless, both sides played brilliantly. Mr Hollis was saying how he doesnt know how to play basketball at all. But he shocked us all by doing some moves. HAHA. I was like 'WTF?! WOAH' he's hiding some of his baller skills huh. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, football's tomorrow! Anyone watching? There's a party tonight for Julie and Grace since they're leaving this week but I cant come, I'll miss those two :( I'll take pictures for tomorrow's football though. This blog is getting SO boring. Hhaahahahah sorry. I promise I'll blog more! Just so busy. I'm gonna go get fit. I cant wait for our 3-day Temburong Trip when we get back to school as new-IB-ers. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of getting healthier. I should try to stop eating so much junk food. Just that my house has too much of it, ice cream chips candy everywhere. Urgghhh no wonder I'm getting fatter and flabbier. Healthy diet coming on! I better stick to it this time. Just healthy food. Test out my self-control. Hahaha I feel like playing tennis again. I miss it. Anyone want to join me? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm watching the Sex in the City movie now. I love love looooooooooove the outfits. I must admit that i'm not a big fan of Sarah Jessica Parker but I still love this movie. I loved Samantha's (Kim Cattrall) and Charlotte's (Kristin Davis) dress in Carrie's (Sarah Jessica Parker) wedding. Charlotte's so cute. And her asian adopted daughter! MY GOSH she's adorable! You guys should watch it. Not so much of a movie for the guys, but I'm sure you girls will enjoy it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFeyf2u5FEI/AAAAAAAAATU/rurpUqXh01A/s1600-h/sex-and-the-city-the-movie-20071023025516122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFeyf2u5FEI/AAAAAAAAATU/rurpUqXh01A/s400/sex-and-the-city-the-movie-20071023025516122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212831354042520642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFeyos6aqjI/AAAAAAAAATc/Jb4q_VBVTaI/s1600-h/sjp-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFeyos6aqjI/AAAAAAAAATc/Jb4q_VBVTaI/s400/sjp-movie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212831506025327154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Uh oh, I'm ranting again. Well, at least I blogged right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-4900920744725679132?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/4900920744725679132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=4900920744725679132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4900920744725679132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4900920744725679132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-lost-my-way.html' title='I lost my way.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFeyf2u5FEI/AAAAAAAAATU/rurpUqXh01A/s72-c/sex-and-the-city-the-movie-20071023025516122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-4949353700912845971</id><published>2008-06-16T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T05:25:18.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lollipop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Jon's and Munah's was two days ago on Saturday night. It was awesome. Munah set up a 'photobooth area', so prom like. Especially with the formal black tie attire that they asked us to come in. I loved Munah's dress! Its so cute. Dan, Jon and Pat performed and it was really good, Pat performed his 'secret song' then Munah, Weier, Jon and Pat performed again later on. Munah was so cute on the bass, weier sang really well. Jon just kept saying how much he screwed up. Poor baby, I noticed this one time but it still sounded good :) dont worry silly. Pat was so into it! Hahha then the dancing came and Javon livened things up with his own style as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I wish I could upload pictures, but like I said before, facebook is being a real bastard. It wont let me upload pictures so I tried using the simple uploader but that just slows me down SO much because you can only upload 5 pictures at a time. My patience just isnt that tolerant :( But since I dont have to post all 100+ photos here, I'm just gonna give a 'preview' and upload some here. I'm sure some of you have seen loads on facebook anyway. Err.. the pictures are in backwards order though. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFepNvM3aOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/J32X1K5kn9s/s1600-h/DSC03370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFepNvM3aOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/J32X1K5kn9s/s400/DSC03370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212821147178461410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFepNzMODQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/f6JA2PwzLUY/s1600-h/DSC03422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFepNzMODQI/AAAAAAAAAS8/f6JA2PwzLUY/s400/DSC03422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212821148249492738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Group hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFepN32dt5I/AAAAAAAAATE/FwvofShnERY/s1600-h/DSC03424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFepN32dt5I/AAAAAAAAATE/FwvofShnERY/s400/DSC03424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212821149500422034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFeny4cRu6I/AAAAAAAAASM/rwOEM9-vPnI/s1600-h/DSC03349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFeny4cRu6I/AAAAAAAAASM/rwOEM9-vPnI/s400/DSC03349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212819586290924450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenzKJ3PwI/AAAAAAAAASU/bXQSBJTR0UM/s1600-h/DSC03351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenzKJ3PwI/AAAAAAAAASU/bXQSBJTR0UM/s400/DSC03351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212819591045529346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenzN_J8MI/AAAAAAAAASc/6Jk98_ZDC-A/s1600-h/DSC03356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenzN_J8MI/AAAAAAAAASc/6Jk98_ZDC-A/s400/DSC03356.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212819592074358978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenzQgXufI/AAAAAAAAASk/DcVqXG0C89c/s1600-h/DSC03360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenzQgXufI/AAAAAAAAASk/DcVqXG0C89c/s400/DSC03360.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212819592750545394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenzSMb5rI/AAAAAAAAASs/2JVIQSBSiiI/s1600-h/DSC03374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenzSMb5rI/AAAAAAAAASs/2JVIQSBSiiI/s400/DSC03374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212819593203803826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenX2ioi_I/AAAAAAAAARk/u1kK0KuFpgQ/s1600-h/DSC03319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenX2ioi_I/AAAAAAAAARk/u1kK0KuFpgQ/s400/DSC03319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212819121924246514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jon and his glowsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenYJG7jjI/AAAAAAAAARs/263fvKW4-vo/s1600-h/DSC03324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenYJG7jjI/AAAAAAAAARs/263fvKW4-vo/s400/DSC03324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212819126908325426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenYEwQsiI/AAAAAAAAAR0/TA0mgKOMoSY/s1600-h/DSC03333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenYEwQsiI/AAAAAAAAAR0/TA0mgKOMoSY/s400/DSC03333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212819125739500066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenYrPCeTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uNwSuGgsfCk/s1600-h/DSC03341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenYrPCeTI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uNwSuGgsfCk/s400/DSC03341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212819136069138738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenY635zzI/AAAAAAAAASE/VE1TX6D3Mb4/s1600-h/DSC03346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFenY635zzI/AAAAAAAAASE/VE1TX6D3Mb4/s400/DSC03346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212819140267069234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemzC-XgjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NLbnnFwyZkc/s1600-h/DSC03302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemzC-XgjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/NLbnnFwyZkc/s400/DSC03302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212818489606636082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemzNIMGZI/AAAAAAAAARE/XGZjEYPE-UU/s1600-h/DSC03307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemzNIMGZI/AAAAAAAAARE/XGZjEYPE-UU/s400/DSC03307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212818492332186002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemzYBzHdI/AAAAAAAAARM/v8fxXexr01g/s1600-h/DSC03304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemzYBzHdI/AAAAAAAAARM/v8fxXexr01g/s400/DSC03304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212818495258172882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemzvHeXRI/AAAAAAAAARU/2NoqCcc0Hjg/s1600-h/DSC03306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemzvHeXRI/AAAAAAAAARU/2NoqCcc0Hjg/s400/DSC03306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212818501455994130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemztXT7qI/AAAAAAAAARc/9MkII59wzh4/s1600-h/DSC03312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemztXT7qI/AAAAAAAAARc/9MkII59wzh4/s400/DSC03312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212818500985548450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHA ama's face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemYerr56I/AAAAAAAAAQU/fwPUfM0DpHU/s1600-h/DSC03275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemYerr56I/AAAAAAAAAQU/fwPUfM0DpHU/s400/DSC03275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212818033188005794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemYm0zejI/AAAAAAAAAQc/PLqgBTcVQIs/s1600-h/DSC03289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemYm0zejI/AAAAAAAAAQc/PLqgBTcVQIs/s400/DSC03289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212818035373734450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is freaky.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemYr96DCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/x05WqGP6gU4/s1600-h/DSC03293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemYr96DCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/x05WqGP6gU4/s400/DSC03293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212818036754091042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemYuVtIyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qK8colM9Wwo/s1600-h/DSC03295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemYuVtIyI/AAAAAAAAAQs/qK8colM9Wwo/s400/DSC03295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212818037390779170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemY9vI2lI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MVBPt9VrHsk/s1600-h/DSC03297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemY9vI2lI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/MVBPt9VrHsk/s400/DSC03297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212818041523984978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemAHvleII/AAAAAAAAAPs/VTc3bGfT8AY/s1600-h/DSC03258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemAHvleII/AAAAAAAAAPs/VTc3bGfT8AY/s400/DSC03258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212817614713485442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemAPtzdBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/70tnLFiRQik/s1600-h/DSC03261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemAPtzdBI/AAAAAAAAAP0/70tnLFiRQik/s400/DSC03261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212817616853496850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemAZvQnoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WPTKx9wlRSk/s1600-h/DSC03264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemAZvQnoI/AAAAAAAAAP8/WPTKx9wlRSk/s400/DSC03264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212817619543957122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemAg68fkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dbgRh5gzL3g/s1600-h/DSC03269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemAg68fkI/AAAAAAAAAQE/dbgRh5gzL3g/s400/DSC03269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212817621472017986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemAvTiY7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/XU6lT2STUek/s1600-h/DSC03279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFemAvTiY7I/AAAAAAAAAQM/XU6lT2STUek/s400/DSC03279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212817625333261234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFepOD4YDEI/AAAAAAAAATM/PoVIWkaEln8/s1600-h/DSC03425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFepOD4YDEI/AAAAAAAAATM/PoVIWkaEln8/s400/DSC03425.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212821152729664578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had a great party, Happy Birthday you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah, happy 1 year and a half Jon :) you know I love you. So stop asking. Hahahaa I hope thursday's on so I can give you your present. I hope you'll like it though! You've got such high expectations. It makes me so nervous. See you tomorrow baby.&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/7426184857767746479-4949353700912845971?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/4949353700912845971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=4949353700912845971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4949353700912845971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4949353700912845971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/06/lollipop.html' title='lollipop'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFepNvM3aOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/J32X1K5kn9s/s72-c/DSC03370.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-3586227845978733894</id><published>2008-06-13T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T07:08:08.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;I had such a brilliant night at our prom. Again, the girls looked amazing in dresses ranging from long flowing dresses to the floor to adorable cocktail dresses. The guys in our year surprised us by cleaning up really really nicely. Big change from the usual t-shirt and jeans. Just to mention a few, I thought&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; Shaz&lt;/span&gt; looked amaazing in her mom's dress. It was so perfect for red carpet! And &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jasmine Tan&lt;/span&gt;'s dress was really elegant. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt;'s dress was really cute with the pastel colours and it was really refreshing to see &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Yvonne&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Nobs&lt;/span&gt; in a dress. :) And I was really glad to see &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt; there. The photobooth was actually really cool. It had a bit of an asian flavour with the lantern and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo taking part took ages but it was worth it. It's nice to see everyone there together all dressed up and having fun. The dinner was pretty good, soup was the best (hahaha). I quite liked the thankyou 'speeches' in the form of a video that was played on three huge screens except for any part with me in it. It's so embarrasing. Hahahah. It was a little sad though, especially when I saw pictures of &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt; and stuff. Coz May's left, and I still miss her. :( Then the disco was alright, fun in some parts where the songs were good, but awkward in other parts when the songs weren't good. I'm surprised we only had about an hour and a tiny bit for dancing. I guess the photo sessions and the dinner took too long. For dinner, we got food served to our tables which felt really classy hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:tahoma;" &gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I didnt stay over anywhere which I really regret but I guess I have to 'compromise' with my parents coz I've got so many more things to go to and do etc. And I did stay over at &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Min&lt;/span&gt;'s house the night before so yeah. I'm working hard on presents now for people for today and its taking a lot longer than I expected but its okay. I hope they'll like it. And I'll post some pictures of the prom here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNtbH6vpaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/PMOswshrQzA/s1600-h/DSC03157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211629506547131810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNtbH6vpaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/PMOswshrQzA/s400/DSC03157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Table 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: tahoma; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNtbWdZ94I/AAAAAAAAAPM/guSxQ1S8-34/s1600-h/DSC03161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211629510450608002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNtbWdZ94I/AAAAAAAAAPM/guSxQ1S8-34/s400/DSC03161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ms Lai&lt;/span&gt; and the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNtb0h0wvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/I_dfiEXEL9w/s1600-h/DSC03236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211629518522204914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNtb0h0wvI/AAAAAAAAAPU/I_dfiEXEL9w/s400/DSC03236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ann, Jean, Min&lt;/span&gt; and I.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNtcTG-VTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/pAJhWpZpaV0/s1600-h/DSC03243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211629526731085106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNtcTG-VTI/AAAAAAAAAPc/pAJhWpZpaV0/s400/DSC03243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;love you &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNtcldNnQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/LojJut8ETq0/s1600-h/DSC03241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211629531656199426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNtcldNnQI/AAAAAAAAAPk/LojJut8ETq0/s400/DSC03241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God, he's too cute for his own good!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNrqDaVbGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cbsoYWrnIL0/s1600-h/DSC03129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211627564012235874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNrqDaVbGI/AAAAAAAAAOc/cbsoYWrnIL0/s400/DSC03129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Economics Class I think. Minus Grace and Jasmine.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNrt5q88dI/AAAAAAAAAOk/sTZ_oysOcEo/s1600-h/DSC03101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211627630117056978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNrt5q88dI/AAAAAAAAAOk/sTZ_oysOcEo/s400/DSC03101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11s Girlies. Or in &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Amirah&lt;/span&gt;'s case, Ks. HAHA&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNruBb9d6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Fr7EB9Th-Mc/s1600-h/DSC03131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211627632201660322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNruBb9d6I/AAAAAAAAAOs/Fr7EB9Th-Mc/s400/DSC03131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNruj2Od0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/VcvbZnZm0sU/s1600-h/DSC03113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211627641438631746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNruj2Od0I/AAAAAAAAAO0/VcvbZnZm0sU/s400/DSC03113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Year 13's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: tahoma; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNru_4qESI/AAAAAAAAAO8/O1aguVemJwo/s1600-h/DSC03147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211627648965021986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNru_4qESI/AAAAAAAAAO8/O1aguVemJwo/s400/DSC03147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Prom Commitee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: tahoma; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNrIgWYBmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3HALvKHlb8I/s1600-h/DSC03061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211626987664705122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNrIgWYBmI/AAAAAAAAAN0/3HALvKHlb8I/s400/DSC03061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This board thing is really nice. I want to know who did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: tahoma; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNrIxjjtgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/E-NfgsoA8Gk/s1600-h/DSC03065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211626992283399682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNrIxjjtgI/AAAAAAAAAN8/E-NfgsoA8Gk/s400/DSC03065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: tahoma; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNrJYvka-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/aSalXMU81Lk/s1600-h/DSC03083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211627002802760674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNrJYvka-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/aSalXMU81Lk/s400/DSC03083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And some of the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: tahoma; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNrJcNh5kI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dOXixIpIqrA/s1600-h/DSC03095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211627003733730882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNrJcNh5kI/AAAAAAAAAOM/dOXixIpIqrA/s400/DSC03095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: tahoma; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNrKppLEnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Fq6tJuKZddQ/s1600-h/DSC03105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211627024519205490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNrKppLEnI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Fq6tJuKZddQ/s400/DSC03105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dont know how to categorize the people in this photo. Hahahah err.. my friends. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Enjoy your holidays guys! See you all soon. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, didnt Ardyn say she was gonna post up the Prom Night poster! Prom Night the movie. &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/7426184857767746479-3586227845978733894?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/3586227845978733894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=3586227845978733894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/3586227845978733894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/3586227845978733894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/06/gawjuss.html' title='sexy back.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SFNtbH6vpaI/AAAAAAAAAPE/PMOswshrQzA/s72-c/DSC03157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-3819370415027607096</id><published>2008-06-09T20:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:46:01.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>temptation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;ONE MORE FUCKING EXAM TO GO! WOOHOOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Just finished my add math exam and thank god Paper 2 was great, so much easier than Paper 1. Paper 1 was alright but I'm pretty certain I'm not gonna score that well. So since exams are nearly over, you must have an after-exams celebration no? One more paper, one more paper. I'm glad its just multiple choice. I'm feeling sooooooo blank lately, its like exams are what my thoughts revolve around. How pathetic does that sound. I just cant wait to get them over and done with, have some freedom with of the lack of work your brain has to do without work and school. It's now that I wish Brunei had more things to do so we can occupy all our free time. I mean, its not like we're all rich enough to fly to 3 to 5 different countries all in the same space 9 weeks. Well, some of us are. I just dont want to stay in Brunei for the holidays. I'm so glad I'm going to Hongkong, and it makes me feel better knowing that &lt;strong&gt;Jon&lt;/strong&gt;'ll still be here in Brunei. Or at least I think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It's so sad how he's leaving so soon. Whats going to happen after? I dont know. I mean, its sad that all the year13s are leaving soon. You cant help but wonder if we'll ever see them again. Some yes probably, others? Not so sure. Aww so depressing thinking about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;ANYWAY, on a lighter note, I have a feeling this weekend is going to be brilliant. &lt;strong&gt;Party &lt;/strong&gt;this thursday, &lt;strong&gt;Prom&lt;/strong&gt; this friday, &lt;strong&gt;Jon &amp;amp; Munah's&lt;/strong&gt; this sunday. I cant wait! Beach outing sometime? More sleepovers? Mmm, One more day to go! Nine &lt;strong&gt;whole&lt;/strong&gt; weeks of nothing. So much time to catch up with everyone. You'll see maybe our entire year around and about tomorrow afternoon. Hahaha bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-3819370415027607096?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/3819370415027607096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=3819370415027607096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/3819370415027607096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/3819370415027607096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/06/temptation.html' title='temptation.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-8081312183732429498</id><published>2008-06-07T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:11:27.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frills, ruffles and trains.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Introducing TWO new 'clubs' (for you: Amirah, Nabilah and others)&lt;br /&gt;1. Robert Patty Fatty Club.&lt;br /&gt;For the people who agree that Robert Pattinson (or Patty Fatty as i call him) will never ever be or be close to Edward. And agree that his hair is too high for his own good in the movie and that he looks stoned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Wives of Ben Barnes.&lt;br /&gt;Only for Amirah Nabilah and Me for this one. For us who think that Ben Barnes is the epitome of gorgeous and perfection. Looooooooooove to Ben Barnes. Til death to us part. (all four of us, nabilah goes first. HAHAH jokes jokes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just came back from empire and stuffzzzz. And it was fun. I swear the photo taking session took AGES so Jean and I just kinda stood there letting the year13s queue up for each photo. I swear it was like, once someone was done, the next group sprints and often collides with another group in a fight to be next. But everyone looked amazing, no joke. All the girls of year13 wore fabolous dresses of all kinds of designs, colours and style. They all looked gorgeous, the guys all look smart. Everyone looked good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mr Powell's speech was sweet. The whole malay speaking bit. I cant believe he's leaving! I wanted him to be our IB coordinator too! :( Its okay, Mr Toomer is cool. The speeches just made me really look forward to IB. I have no idea why. Despite all the warnings and negative comments about IB, I honestly cant wait. Eh oh, I musnt jinx myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, the ballroom was fucking cold. I was freeeezing. And so hungry cause they didn't serve dinner until 9. WHY NINE. I was wondering why they couldn't start with the welcoming speech, then let us eat, and start the speeches after everyone's comfortably sitting in their seats and not starving. After dinner and everything, the music and dancing got a little boring so most of us just went to our rooms really early and had our own parties in our rooms. Weier and Patrick performed and I swear, kudos to them for even having the guts to do it. I'd be like, frozen on the spot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It was a great night and haha some weird things happened around but oh well. Got about 4-5 hours sleep so I'm poooped. Still got exams to study for! :'( Pictures later, I'll edit this post or something. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-8081312183732429498?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/8081312183732429498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=8081312183732429498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8081312183732429498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8081312183732429498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/06/frills-ruffles-and-trains.html' title='frills, ruffles and trains.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-4083607582693226097</id><published>2008-06-04T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T03:34:19.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pick 'n' mix.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I forgot to blog recently again. okay, so the MTV Movie Awards were on Sunday and it was good. I only feel like blogging about the red carpet so hahahah. There were a few outfits I liked actually. Then there were some outfits I was like "wtf?!?!" to. Like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Jumpsuit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;that Terri Seymour wore. I like the colour but jumpsuit? Why a jumpsuit to the MTV Movie awards!? And Meagan Good. Trasssshyyyy. But I didnt want to post a picture of them up. Hahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrFajIADI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3rC2XWnId1o/s1600-h/Anne+Hathaway+Sophia+Kokosalaki+dress+MTV+movie+awards+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrFajIADI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3rC2XWnId1o/s400/Anne+Hathaway+Sophia+Kokosalaki+dress+MTV+movie+awards+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207967759870722098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anne Hathaway looked absolutely gorgeous with her hair swept up and in a Sophia Kokosalaki dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrGG47xpI/AAAAAAAAANU/mqMc6dzHQoA/s1600-h/Lindsay+Lohan+Dolce+Gabanna+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrGG47xpI/AAAAAAAAANU/mqMc6dzHQoA/s400/Lindsay+Lohan+Dolce+Gabanna+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207967771773355666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lindsay Lohan sporting a cute Dolce &amp;amp; Gabbana dress. Looking not at all trashy (surprise surprise).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrGONScYI/AAAAAAAAANc/8pDP0Xj4XK4/s1600-h/Liv+Tyler+Lanvin+dress+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrGONScYI/AAAAAAAAANc/8pDP0Xj4XK4/s400/Liv+Tyler+Lanvin+dress+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207967773737775490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liv Tyler in Lanvin. It looks young and fresh, I like it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrF8gYUBI/AAAAAAAAANE/ZSkG9n7sAZM/s1600-h/Charlize+Theron+Vivier+Heels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrF8gYUBI/AAAAAAAAANE/ZSkG9n7sAZM/s400/Charlize+Theron+Vivier+Heels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207967768986013714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I still cant decide if I like this or not, but Kudos to Charlize Theron for being one of the only few people not to wear a dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrTxjZWNI/AAAAAAAAANk/2a8Qjsphh48/s1600-h/Paris+Hilton+Betsey+Johnson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrTxjZWNI/AAAAAAAAANk/2a8Qjsphh48/s400/Paris+Hilton+Betsey+Johnson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207968006564042962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear god look at her eyes. They cant be real. Look close up! There's a tinge of orange in them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrF124GJI/AAAAAAAAANM/U7xVPPXTI9I/s1600-h/kristen-stewart-robert-pattinson-15834100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrF124GJI/AAAAAAAAANM/U7xVPPXTI9I/s400/kristen-stewart-robert-pattinson-15834100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207967767201323154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kristen Stewart was in all black with Robert Pattinson. He's alright. Still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;definitely&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not Edward.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrUICEZ6I/AAAAAAAAANs/v4mqlIlasSw/s1600-h/Ben+Barnes+Gucci+Jacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrUICEZ6I/AAAAAAAAANs/v4mqlIlasSw/s400/Ben+Barnes+Gucci+Jacket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207968012598273954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And guess who! The gorgeous Ben Barnes was there in a T-shirt and a Gucci Jacket. I dont care what he wears, he's hot anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eventually I should decide which outfit was the best, and I think hands down Anne Hathaway, she looks amazing and she always does. Sophisticated and stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh awesome! Jon's back from singapore :) and I get to see him soon. I miss him. Empire Prom in 2 days, I cant wait! Gosh, I'm really really hoping my dress is okay. Expectations, expectations. Tsk tsk. (ew)&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/7426184857767746479-4083607582693226097?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/4083607582693226097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=4083607582693226097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4083607582693226097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4083607582693226097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/06/pick-n-mix.html' title='pick &apos;n&apos; mix.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEZrFajIADI/AAAAAAAAAM8/3rC2XWnId1o/s72-c/Anne+Hathaway+Sophia+Kokosalaki+dress+MTV+movie+awards+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-6684632983781490917</id><published>2008-05-31T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T08:02:16.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another additional thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Oops. Forgot to mention the 61st Cannes Film Festival that happened recently. As in from the 14th until err just a few days ago. HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Here are just some outfits that I thought looked nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I didnt feel like bombarding the blog with more pictures so I guess this will do :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEFlsIWw0yI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FFShEETir54/s1600-h/Angelia+Jolie+and+Jack+Black+Kung+Fu+Panda+may+15th.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEFlsIWw0yI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FFShEETir54/s400/Angelia+Jolie+and+Jack+Black+Kung+Fu+Panda+may+15th.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206554453048611618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May 15th for the Kungfu Panda Movie: Mommy of soon-to-be-6 kids, the gorgeous Angelina Jolie. Looking very pregnant indeed. Gosh, she's gloooowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEFlsYWw0zI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sw0ieWLllm4/s1600-h/Cannes+Film+Festival+Mischa+Barton+14th+may.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEFlsYWw0zI/AAAAAAAAAMs/sw0ieWLllm4/s400/Cannes+Film+Festival+Mischa+Barton+14th+may.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206554457343578930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May 14th: Mischa Barton in a divineee dress that looks really similar to the dress in Romi's collection of 12 in the last season of Project Runway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEFls4Ww00I/AAAAAAAAAM0/iTwfmmWQwzM/s1600-h/Cannes+Film+Festival+Natalie+Portman+14th+may.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEFls4Ww00I/AAAAAAAAAM0/iTwfmmWQwzM/s400/Cannes+Film+Festival+Natalie+Portman+14th+may.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206554465933513538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May 14th again: And Natalie Portman looking pretty in purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would've included Cate Blanchett but I dont know, I thought she looked nice but oh well. I didnt put her up here. Kudos to her for looking so fabolous after just having a baby though! She still looks trim and amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, we should have parties with more formal wear. Hahahaaha guys looking all smart and handsome, girls all dolled up in adorable dresses. Hmm.. birthday party idea coming up here.&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/7426184857767746479-6684632983781490917?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/6684632983781490917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=6684632983781490917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/6684632983781490917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/6684632983781490917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/another-additional-thought.html' title='another additional thought'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SEFlsIWw0yI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FFShEETir54/s72-c/Angelia+Jolie+and+Jack+Black+Kung+Fu+Panda+may+15th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-8953508804277280491</id><published>2008-05-30T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T01:11:36.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I was there too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Ooh and one more thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Congratulations to the U15 Fobissea Team of ISB. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;(who just came back from Taipei on wednesday.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I hear from the guys that the boys got 2nd in basketball, and girls and boys got 4th in football. And a whole load of other medals in Athletics and Swimming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Great job to all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;P.S. If you want to see the results, look online. Hahahaha. Or ask the fobissea crew yourself :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-8953508804277280491?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/8953508804277280491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=8953508804277280491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8953508804277280491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8953508804277280491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wish-i-was-there-too.html' title='I wish I was there too!'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-1919795513281962268</id><published>2008-05-30T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:05:58.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>remote control</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I miss playing Sims. Sims is one of the most addictive games. It takes a while to build and put furniture in your own house (if you want to do it well) and some of the sims are just so demanding. Especially in Sims 2 with their aspirations. Like Job aspiration where you want to be smart and have the top job or Love aspiration where you just want to 'WoooHoo' with everyone and anyone you see so you can have a new 'record' of how many people your sim shags with. Hmm lovely. HAHA I love the Sims! I'd just stick to the normal Sims 2 instead of all the other ones but maybe, I want to try the other ones cause the other ones sound kind of cool. HAHA there's a Sims 2 IKEA Home Stuff. Sims 2 Seasons, University and Open For Business sound cool. I'm really tempted  to get them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;But having the short attention span that I have, I get bored when my Sims have all of their stars in order. Hmm.. what other games are there? I remember there was this game called Granny's Garden back in primary. HAHA I remember finding it so hard to win, then during the lobbying day in BGIC, all the ISB people were playing it. Shit I didnt even realise they'd watch me play. HAHA going back to our childhood days. (haha ew) I swear, the witch who gets you when you lose is still the scariest thing. So I play without sound effects. HAHA means I cant hear the witch laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Ooh I'm just gonna upload some weird pictures of Ann's, Arthur's, Will's and my eye with the whole fisheye effect on my camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD9R8YWw0tI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KXgpfSU10OY/s1600-h/DSC00319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD9R8YWw0tI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KXgpfSU10OY/s400/DSC00319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205969792035508946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD9R8oWw0uI/AAAAAAAAAME/gM190jywRII/s1600-h/Ann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD9R8oWw0uI/AAAAAAAAAME/gM190jywRII/s400/Ann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205969796330476258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD9R8oWw0vI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MOwxu2pHdKw/s1600-h/Ann+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD9R8oWw0vI/AAAAAAAAAMM/MOwxu2pHdKw/s400/Ann+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205969796330476274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD9R84Ww0wI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ITZv8OC3M1Q/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD9R84Ww0wI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ITZv8OC3M1Q/s400/DSC00341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205969800625443586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD9R9YWw0xI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XH8otxur_bY/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD9R9YWw0xI/AAAAAAAAAMc/XH8otxur_bY/s400/DSC00352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205969809215378194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;1st: Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;2nd: Ann's profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;3rd: Ann front on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;4th: Will's pretty girrrrrrrl eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;5th: Arthur's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Moley, they look creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;AARRRRGGGHH I'm streesssingg OUTTT. Why oh why didnt I start studying bio earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-1919795513281962268?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/1919795513281962268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=1919795513281962268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1919795513281962268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/1919795513281962268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/remote-control.html' title='remote control'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD9R8YWw0tI/AAAAAAAAAL8/KXgpfSU10OY/s72-c/DSC00319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-2398267233127742255</id><published>2008-05-29T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:21:26.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flowers in the window</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So there's this designer called Jane Mayle and I've seen a few of her pieces before and I thought they were nice. Bits and pieces from the Spring 08 and Resort 07 collections. The Fall 07 collection wasnt really accesible. Its just better to look at than to wear. I saw a picture of Vanessa Carlton in a Mayle creation in the May issue of Teen Vogue with Ellen Page gracing its cover. Anyhoots, here are a few pieces that I liked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD5i2YWw0pI/AAAAAAAAALc/09sTJHsloHI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD5i2YWw0pI/AAAAAAAAALc/09sTJHsloHI/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205706905677255314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD5i2oWw0qI/AAAAAAAAALk/lsoFirvcDsQ/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD5i2oWw0qI/AAAAAAAAALk/lsoFirvcDsQ/s400/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205706909972222626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two up there are nice at the front at the back, they look a little simple but I still think they're nice, the one here could be paired with gladiator sandals. I reckon that'd look great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD5i2oWw0rI/AAAAAAAAALs/QLhPfMEKORQ/s1600-h/Mayle+Dress+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD5i2oWw0rI/AAAAAAAAALs/QLhPfMEKORQ/s400/Mayle+Dress+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205706909972222642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this one was the one that was in TeenVogue, the one that Vanessa Carlton wore. She paired it with a thin brown leather belt. She looked really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Just to fill up the blog. I heard monday's a holiday. But exams are still on. That is just gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm out! x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-2398267233127742255?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/2398267233127742255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=2398267233127742255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/2398267233127742255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/2398267233127742255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/flowers-in-window.html' title='flowers in the window'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SD5i2YWw0pI/AAAAAAAAALc/09sTJHsloHI/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-3813096561218235494</id><published>2008-05-28T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:20:23.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you electrify my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;One more week and a bit of exams left! Year13 prom in a week and ours in 2. Jon's in Singapore already so gonna get the girls out to catch up :) Jon's already bought me the three Twilight books: Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse so that I have my own copies. Thank you baby! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I went out yesterday with Jon and we watched Narnia (again) cause Jon hadn't watched it yet, but I guess I didnt mind. BEN BARNES IS IN IT, THATS WHY! &lt;3&gt; Hahaha jon and I were feeling rather bored so we went to play some Mario (hahaha goodgod) and I kicked jon's ass. Woooooo. And he was the one who said he was gonna do some ass-whooping. Pffft. So many ISB people walking around. I really do have to get onto my studying. I should do more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, I wonder why there's so many reality tv shows nowadays. Like, just some random ones about celebrities and their daily lives. I mean, I get the fact that maybe they want people to see how they really are so they cant just make any judgements and assumptions without seeing how they really are. These kinda shows include Living Lohan, Keeping Up with the Kardashians and Kimora Life in the Fab Lane. Kimora and the Kardashians are better than the Lohans but I dont really see why you want to have a camera crew follow you around 24/7. I mean, where's the privacy? Isn't it weird like brushing your teeth or something with a camera in your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other shows like American Idol, which I still love. Then there's America's Next Top Model. Thats kinda lost its flavour, its just dragging on and on but I guess its okay. Project Runway's great. Then there's all these America's ______ and American _______. I'm sure there's loads of shows that dont make it big. I still love shows like Ugly Betty, Friends, Gossip Girl and etc. I dont really keep up with shows like One Tree Hill and The OC but I might in the summer break. If I'm gonna be stuck in Brunei some of the time. And maybe Las Vegas since people have been saying its brilliant. HAHA like Javon back in New Years, and Arthur and Jan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;Wow this post is random. I feel so blank nowadays! So yeah. I'm done. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-3813096561218235494?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/3813096561218235494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=3813096561218235494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/3813096561218235494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/3813096561218235494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-electrify-my-life.html' title='you electrify my life.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-8490559428765026936</id><published>2008-05-23T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:05:11.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dazzle me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I havent been blogging in ages! Busy busy. Just had History Paper 2 and our science pracs on Thursday. Pracs were great. History was far from. Economics Paper 6 on Tuesday was plain annoying. The questions were just so ambiguous. I'm really not looking forward to the week after the midterm. All my hardest papers crammed into one week. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So I watched Narnia on Tuesday. And it was good. There were just some bits that were just SO weird that it was really funny. Like the whole poseidon thing at the end? Poseidon popping out of the river and eating up the Lord/Captain thing? HAHAHA that was just hilarious. But one thing that you cannot cannot miss:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;the guy talent in the movie. I mean have you LOOKED at Prince Caspian? I knew he'd be hot anyway before I even saw the movie or the trailer. I just saw the poster at the mall (harhar) and I was like.. Mmm.. he's a one to watch out for. And when I watched the movie, I was not only not let down, I was amazed. He is damn fucking gorgeousssssss! Even Mrs C was like 'he's quite cute isnt he.' and I was like 'NOT JUST CUTE MRS C!'. I see I have a new #1 on my top 10 hottest guys list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Turns out he's not italian. You know, with the whole accent. HE'S ENGLISH! His name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Ben Barnes&lt;/span&gt; and he's 27 in August. His birthday's 9 days before mine ;) HAHAHAHA. He played a role in Stardust, and made it big with Narnia. He's meant to be in the third movie of Narnia as well. Chronicles of Narnia: The Voyage of the Dawn Treader. So sad that I have to wait until 2010 to watch it :( 6" of pure hotness and its too bad that I have to share him with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean&lt;/span&gt;. She's got his head and his feet, I get his body. HAHA. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Damn you Susan&lt;/span&gt;, how come you get to kiss Prince Caspian! :@ Him and his gorgeous hair and sexy everything. Not every guy can pull off hair like that. On him? *swoon* Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDavCIWw0mI/AAAAAAAAALE/VlgQZOZLK9o/s1600-h/Narnia+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDavCIWw0mI/AAAAAAAAALE/VlgQZOZLK9o/s400/Narnia+10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203538870610743906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDavCYWw0nI/AAAAAAAAALM/M6TSz7r7Otw/s1600-h/normal_Ben_Barnes_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDavCYWw0nI/AAAAAAAAALM/M6TSz7r7Otw/s400/normal_Ben_Barnes_004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203538874905711218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDavCoWw0oI/AAAAAAAAALU/kncp7okM3gk/s1600-h/normal_Ben_Barnes_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDavCoWw0oI/AAAAAAAAALU/kncp7okM3gk/s400/normal_Ben_Barnes_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203538879200678530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Narnia is definitely movie I'd like to watch again.&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to watch Indiana Jones And The Kingdom Of The Crystal Skull this weekend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoots, midterm break is on. Thank fucking god. &lt;b&gt;Jon&lt;/b&gt;'s going to Singapore and leaving me here. I wish he'd take me so I can go shopping. I'm still stuck in Brunei with my history, science and economics notes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-8490559428765026936?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/8490559428765026936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=8490559428765026936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8490559428765026936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8490559428765026936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/dazzle-me.html' title='dazzle me.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDavCIWw0mI/AAAAAAAAALE/VlgQZOZLK9o/s72-c/Narnia+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-291216829864574205</id><published>2008-05-19T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T19:00:13.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dare you to move.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I can't wait for June. May's just been a drag. And it still is a drag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;The only things that were and will be fun in May are the midterm break and the day of our 17months with Jon thats just passed. I was glad that I had few hours to spend with Jon that day. Haven't spent time with him in ages, so it was really good to see him. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So what is there in June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;1. End of exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;2. Our prom/Soiree Enchantee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;3. The Year13/Jon's prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;4. Jon's 18th Birthday and our 1 year 6 months. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;5. No more school, no more classes, no more work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;6. Sheng's 16th Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;7. A possible football and netball tournament at JIS for the U15 girls. which I'm still young enough for! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;8. Time to catch up on all the movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;9. And time to hang out with everyone, especially some people before they leave. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;10. PARTYING! wooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Thats why I cant wait for June. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-291216829864574205?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/291216829864574205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=291216829864574205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/291216829864574205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/291216829864574205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/dare-you-to-move.html' title='dare you to move.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-6553026963345405206</id><published>2008-05-18T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T06:01:29.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time-travel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Right now, I'm soooooooo regretting that I bought my dress instead of not getting it made. I mean, well for the Year13/Jon's prom at Empire I mean. I've already got a dress for our prom anyway. I would've loved to make a dress like one of these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAjI2nntuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Kx9jvAuZGFg/s1600-h/Jason+Wu+Fall+08+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAjI2nntuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Kx9jvAuZGFg/s400/Jason+Wu+Fall+08+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201696204620543714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karlie looks gorrrgeous in this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAjI2nntvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/knFGpn0tRwQ/s1600-h/Jason+Wu+Fall+08+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAjI2nntvI/AAAAAAAAAKc/knFGpn0tRwQ/s400/Jason+Wu+Fall+08+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201696204620543730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These two are by Jason Wu from the Fall 08 Collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAiwmnnttI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hihqAyAG-48/s1600-h/Valentino+Layered+Chiffon+Gown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAiwmnnttI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hihqAyAG-48/s400/Valentino+Layered+Chiffon+Gown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201695788008715986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one is Valentino. I love the ruffles at the back. If I were to make a dress like this, I might not make it this colour. Maybe a pale lilac, or maybe this. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what else do I wish I had. OOH I want a dog. I want a dog soooo bad. I LOVE dogs. In the May 08 issue of Teen Vogue with Ellen Page (she's so cute by the way), there are these little husky puppies in the shoot with her. The first thing I thought was, wow their eyes are SO amaaaaaazing. I could drown in the icy blue hue of their eyes. It's like an ocean. You cant really see it in the picture though. You have to zoom in. Oh and also, their fur is soo white and clean. Its beautiful. And they're just so adorable. Plus they look so huggable. I see my new best friends here. I will definitely get a husky for a pet when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAkz2nntwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GTnnZ_oEUro/s1600-h/stsl02_coverlook0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAkz2nntwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/GTnnZ_oEUro/s400/stsl02_coverlook0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201698042866546434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAkz2nntxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dLYhCPIpGZc/s1600-h/stsl03_coverlook0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAkz2nntxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/dLYhCPIpGZc/s400/stsl03_coverlook0805.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201698042866546450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're so cute! Hahaha Jon and I have plans to get a dog each if we move in together (ha ha ha :D) and so I told him I decided to get a husky like these little ones here. And he said he wants a sausage dog. they're err called Dachshunds but the name 'Sausage dog' is way easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAmDmnntyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/b9qRaMnJom0/s1600-h/dachshund.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAmDmnntyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/b9qRaMnJom0/s400/dachshund.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201699412961113890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAmEGnntzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-7S-HVxxOEM/s1600-h/dachshund336x_1190779212500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAmEGnntzI/AAAAAAAAAK8/-7S-HVxxOEM/s400/dachshund336x_1190779212500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201699421551048498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're so little. Jon, what if my husky squishes your sausage dog? or bites it. Or kills it. Muahahahaha. Jokes. If they dont like each other, I mean. Make sure your sausage dog is a boy. My husky's gonna be a boy too. I'm sorry if my dog bites yours. It's not my fault your dog is so tiny :) Hmm.. what colour do you want your sausage dog to be. Brown or Black? I'm fine with both cause my Husky's fur colour matches both. Maybe I should have a room for the dogs too. HAHA. As well as my walk-in shoe closet, and my walk-in closet AND my 6carslot garage. HAHA. Cant wait. Hmm.. I wonder what I should call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've just realised how random I am. Ooer.&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/7426184857767746479-6553026963345405206?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/6553026963345405206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=6553026963345405206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/6553026963345405206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/6553026963345405206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/right-now-im-soooooooo-regretting-that.html' title='time-travel!'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SDAjI2nntuI/AAAAAAAAAKU/Kx9jvAuZGFg/s72-c/Jason+Wu+Fall+08+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-3003205279071373323</id><published>2008-05-17T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T08:17:32.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wandering around aimlessly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Don't you have these moments where you just feel so lost? I think I'm having one of those. I feel so blanked out. One minute I'm laughing my socks off, next second I'm walking slowly step by step staring straight ahead or staring at my shoes. It's so weird. I feel so bipolar. Like, BIG time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Anyhoots, I got so ticked off today cause my dad's gone to China for work (not cause of that) and so he calls us at night usually. And I didnt know he called so he texted me asking where we were. I was listening to music and I'm deaf when I listen to my music. In the zone man. HAHA no not really. But then both Lester and my mom are just there not listening to music but I swear they couldve and wouldve heard the phone. My downstairs phone is freaking loud. And they just sat there. what lazy asses. Then my dad texts and I had to go take a shower so I scream at lester to go pick up the fucking phone after it rings for ages. And they ask me to go get it. By this time, I'm just about to take a shower and I'm like What. The. Fuck. How lazy can you people get? ALL you do is walk downstairs and pick up the phone. I mean, if I werent feeling disgusting and needed a shower, I wouldve went to pick up the phone. Cause I, unlike my family members, would like to speak to my dad once a day when he leaves overseas. I, unlike the others, actually miss my Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I'm sad that I only get to see my dad when he gets back home in the evening for work. I see my mom all the time so that doesnt matter. I hardly see my dad around. He's got business trips, work, his badminton sessions, his drink outings with both Eugene/Wilson's and Weier's dad. I know my dad can be weird and really random and annoying occasionally (but which parent isnt) but it doesnt matter. I love my Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Ookay, rant over. Rant about today now. I did quite a bit of studying today. I had to go to JPMC for my braces in the morning then rushed to school at 10 for Economics extra revision/class with Mr Holmes. It was hilarious, we did more gossiping than studying. But it was helpful. We just kept talking about the most random things. Like classic disney pixar animations. Toy Story, Bugs Life, Incredibles, Finding Nemo, Shrek. I loved Toy Story and A Bug's Life. I used to have my Woody and Buzz toys and my Flick toy that I used to put in my room when I was younger. Gee, I missed those days. No essays, no work, just toys games and tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;We were talking about how Ms O was telling the S class how gay people do it and then Jia min goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Jia Min: How do gays do it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Amirah: Dont you know how gays do it? It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;General Knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Jia Min: No tell me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Mr Holmes: Ask Nyau. He'll know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;then later on we got really sad after talking about disney movies and the things we used to do when we were younger so Jasmine goes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Jasmine: It's so sad when you grow older....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Mr Holmes: Oh yeah.. You only need to know about GDP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Everyone: WHAT?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Haahaahha so random. I swear, economics is actually really fun. I love your class. *sniggersnigger* then lunch, then went to English. And sat there and did nothing. Ann, Jean and I just sat there making weird noises to disturb the silence. No one really knew what they were meant to do so we improvised. HAHA fuck, and we still had to pay $20. For one hour of writing nothing and photocopying. SIGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I'm tired, bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-3003205279071373323?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/3003205279071373323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=3003205279071373323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/3003205279071373323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/3003205279071373323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/wandering-around-aimlessly.html' title='wandering around aimlessly.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-8518152776305170889</id><published>2008-05-15T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T04:23:55.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCwcrmnntnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6aa2KJsn72w/s1600-h/china-2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCwcrmnntnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6aa2KJsn72w/s400/china-2-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200563205132760690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCwcsGnntoI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0gHwxQ2zQ-4/s1600-h/img.198856_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCwcsGnntoI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0gHwxQ2zQ-4/s400/img.198856_t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200563213722695298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCwcsmnntpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8CRKlwz6JhM/s1600-h/1_247368_1_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCwcsmnntpI/AAAAAAAAAJs/8CRKlwz6JhM/s400/1_247368_1_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200563222312629906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCwcs2nntqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3HCf7zaWByc/s1600-h/1902c4b7-cefb-41a3-ba5d-e6ae229f6047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCwcs2nntqI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/3HCf7zaWByc/s400/1902c4b7-cefb-41a3-ba5d-e6ae229f6047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200563226607597218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Its so scary and so sad how all these things have happened in such a short period of time. You know what I'm talking about. The Earthquake in Sichuan China and Cyclone in Myanmar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Lets start with the earthquake in China. It's one powerful earthquake. 7.9 on the Richter scale. So strong that you could feel tremors in China(obviously), Bangladesh, Hong Kong, India, Japan, Macau, Mongolia, Nepal, Pakistan, Russie, Taiwan, Thailand and Vietnam. Buildings destroyed, millions of homes collapsed. So far, from today, there's been 17,062 people killed and 69487 injured. By the day after the earthquake there was at least 18000 people missing. About 2000 of those people who died are students and teachers. God, they're kids. All those fucking precious lives, those innocent lives. My mom was watching the news on the tv last night, and some Chinese government officials were standing there with so many children just crying their poor eyes out. Dead parents, no home, no food, no school, no money. Nothing with them. The officials were saying 'I know your parents are gone, but we'll be here for you. We'll give you a home, we'll feed you, we'll support you. All of us will give you money for school. Its going to be okay'. Something along those lines. And the kids just kept crying. I felt like crying myself.. And we're all sitting here in front of our computers chatting and everything when we should be doing something. Why are so many people ignoring this issue. Imagine you losing your parents or your kids. Imagine how you would feel. Just a bit of money would make such a big difference to someone's life. We could make that difference. I feel so relieved to think that countries and organisations have donated millions, millions each even. Countries all over the world, France, Norway, Russia. Loads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Then there's the cyclone. Myanmar. Least 22,000 people have died with another 40,000 over missing. The prices have shot up and that just adds on to all the troubles the people go through. There's a huge shortage in power, drinking water and food. I just hope disease doesnt break out. It's crazy because not so long ago, there was the protest and demonstrations by the monks in Myanmar. The poor monks. I went to Arthur's house this afternoon to pick him up and drove past the Embassy of Myanmar. There were boxes and boxes and loads of cars inside. Boxes and boxes of food. I'm happy to see that Brunei's helping. Oh and by the way ISB sent out a letter recently about sending donations, clothes, supplies or books to the people in Myanmar. So guys help out and hand in things to Mrs C's office (according to the letter). I'm sure you all have things that you dont use anymore. I know I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;I just imagine all those kids who are just sitting in the dark, in dirty grimmy clothes, so vulnerable to disease, starving their little tummies, no shelter, out in the open. And not just kids, adults, the seniors, teenagers our age. And even with all that already on their shoulders, they're crying and heartbroken over their losses. All those conditions they're living in doesnt matter compared to what they've lost. Who they've lost. It's so stupid cause we're all sitting here with a home, food that we waste, water that we use up like crazy and electricity. An aircon, a tv, a bed. I know I'm sitting here too but I'm gonna do whatever I can do to help. Donate, anything. I hope you guys will too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-8518152776305170889?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/8518152776305170889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=8518152776305170889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8518152776305170889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8518152776305170889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCwcrmnntnI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6aa2KJsn72w/s72-c/china-2-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-7916664892590182164</id><published>2008-05-13T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:34:04.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you, Bella.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I know this is SOOO slow but I dont care. All the girls have read it, and even some guys want to read it. Of course, they want to learn from the top guy of all guys: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Edward Cullen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;It's so weird how you can be obsessed by some 'fictional construct' as Will calls him. Damn it, how can you NOT like Edward! He's perfect. With a capital P. I swear when you just read about him, he sounds so beautiful, so majestic, so frrrrrrreaking hot. Then guys like Arthur say 'HE'S A VAMPIRE YESMEAN. WHAT THE HELL?' then I say 'thats what makes him so much sexier!'. But it's true! there's something thats so dangerous about that, that it makes you want him so much more. I mean, the way Edward glistens in the sun, the way he cares SO much about Bella, the way he's so strong and yet so gentle. And he calls himself selfish. Has the word selfish changed it's meaning recently? EEE. I hate you Bella. I'll still be Bella (in my dreams) HAHAA. Man thinking about Edward makes me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I cant wait for the fourth book, Breaking Dawn. I hope Stephanie Meyer publishes Midnight Sun. I'd love to read in Edward's point of view. If you guys want the first unedited chapter and dont know where it is, it's on her official website. I just want to read more and more about Edward. I dont want to hear about JACOB. Damn you Jacob. I cant believe Bella loves him too. Urgh. Jacob, you obnoxious ass. You're so annoying. Sigh. The picture in my head of Jacob is not nice at all. Edward's, however, is indescribable. I just want more and more and more. I love you Edward Cullen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;And.. Robert Pattinson is NOT and will NEVER be Edward. I mean, I grant you that he is good looking, but he just looks stoned and I cant imagine him with Bella! Kristen Stewart is the perfect candidate for Bella. Jackson Rathbone, who plays Jasper, is good looking too. Emmett just does not look like what I imagined Emmett as. But Emmett I can deal with. Also, I cant imagine Nikki Reed (Rosalie) and Kellan Lutz (Emmett) together though. It just looks so.. weird. I dont know how to explain, its just.. not.. right. EEE I love the actor that plays Carlisle! It's Peter Facinelli. I still dont see Robert Pattinson (Or Robert Pattie Fattie as I call him) as Edward. No one can be Edward. Amirah asked me to look at the MTV preview thing as it persuaded her completely. But I'm not convinced at all. Oh well, I guess I'll just be some movie critic of Twilight then :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;*sniggersnigger* Amirah, I know what you've written in your copy of New moon. ;) If you're reading this, dont deny it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm still waiting for August 2nd to come.. Breaking Dawn. Breaking Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;I still love you the best Jon. :) I know you're reading this. I know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Hmm.. I miss Jon. Jon, where are you anyway! :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-7916664892590182164?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/7916664892590182164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=7916664892590182164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/7916664892590182164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/7916664892590182164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/damn-you-bella.html' title='Damn you, Bella.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7426184857767746479.post-3555582440211497771</id><published>2008-05-12T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:33:17.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar, sugar and more sugar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;weier: I dont know, it doesnt sound all that exciting and our year is pretty messy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;kesh: haha! life is okay and tiring. I knew Man U was going to win anyway. For the premiership. Same goes for the championship. I dont want Chelsea to win. Sorry kesh, but who are you? HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;okay, I'm desperately craving for some candy here but I dont have any at home. (Gummy worms were for yesterday) So today's about candy. Betty Crocker has some really good candy. No, some great tasting candy. Hmm.. So there's those fruit snacks. When I heard the name 'fruit snacks', first thing that came to my mind is something like granola bars. But 'Fruit Snacks' include&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;1) Fruit by the Foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCjkD2nntiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/32IkbhzCdUk/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCjkD2nntiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/32IkbhzCdUk/s400/untitled1.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199656524651673122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;2) Fruit Roll ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCjkGGnntjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/L3gYvTGepJA/s1600-h/fruit-roll-ups-16894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCjkGGnntjI/AAAAAAAAAI8/L3gYvTGepJA/s400/fruit-roll-ups-16894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199656563306378802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: tahoma;"&gt;3) And Fruit Gushers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCjkGGnntkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lZVfeX8R0KY/s1600-h/gushers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCjkGGnntkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lZVfeX8R0KY/s400/gushers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199656563306378818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Okay, I did not put that caption on the picture. God I love Fruit Gushers! :) I wish they sold those three in Brunei regularly. I know they sell Fruit Gushers but they keep running out of stock or something like that. I dont even think they have Fruit by the Foot anymore :( Cause I dont see it where I used to buy it! Give us back our candy Brunei! I guess we've always got TicTacs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: tahoma;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCjlAmnntmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/BiQECkVtHN0/s1600-h/twizzlers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCjlAmnntmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/BiQECkVtHN0/s400/twizzlers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199657568328726114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Ooh but something I'm SO glad they dont have, is Twizzlers. You see that picture just up here? Those. Are. Twizzlers. I hate twizzlers. I went to camp for some serious horseriding for a week in Canada and we had 'Tuck' (slang for Snack). You could choose one thing only per day and I thought 'Ooh what are Twizzlers! They look good' so I got them. I tore open the packet and saw these little red liquorice tube/straw things that are swirly. I took a bite and it was DISGUSTING. It's tasteless, its hard and it doesnt even taste good. I'm warning you, if you're a fan of candy or have a huge sweet tooth and find Twizzlers in Brunei. Dont eat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a life supply of candy. But then, maybe not. I'll inflate. HAHA&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/7426184857767746479-3555582440211497771?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/3555582440211497771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=3555582440211497771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/3555582440211497771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/3555582440211497771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/sugar-sugar-and-more-sugar.html' title='sugar, sugar and more sugar.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCjkD2nntiI/AAAAAAAAAI0/32IkbhzCdUk/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-4321986301553362455</id><published>2008-05-11T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:35:15.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>winter chills?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I know this sounds really stupid and random, but I wonder how frostbite works and feels. HAHA I mean I dont want to witness myself having my toes and bits of my finger falling off and rolling around on the ground but I've just got all these questions to ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;do your lips turn blue? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;can you feel your fingers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;how long until your limbs or fingers or toes fall off?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;do your muscles still work?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;can you still move your body?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;can you still blink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;or will you freeze with your eyes open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: tahoma;"&gt;Eee the last questions just creepy. Let me find a picture of someone with serious frostbite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCjd32nnthI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LG8-FfwQHg0/s1600-h/frostbite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCjd32nnthI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LG8-FfwQHg0/s400/frostbite.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199649721423476242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just disgusting. Tell you what, I've completely changed my mind. I dont want to see mutated Elephant fingers like those :/ Oh god.. Poor people! I hear it leaves scars or marks. Like, the affected areas stay black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now I wonder how snowcones taste like. I've never had one, have you?&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/7426184857767746479-4321986301553362455?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/4321986301553362455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=4321986301553362455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4321986301553362455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4321986301553362455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/winter-chills.html' title='winter chills?'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCjd32nnthI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LG8-FfwQHg0/s72-c/frostbite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-7239198839523452873</id><published>2008-05-09T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:35:58.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>anyone looking forward to the 'prom'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I cant believe we've got an actual prom that sounds really decent. I'm honestly not looking forward to it, the prom itself I mean. Loads of girls are still fussing about their dresses, stuck on what kind of jewelry to wear, people are deciding what to do after the prom. To the afterparty? or not to. To sheraton? or to empire. Same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was marshall's birthday on friday so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Very Belated Birthday to Marshall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched What Happens in Vegas with Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kutcher. And I really cant decide whether they look good together or if its just weird. The plot is so predictable though. Guy hates girl, girl hates guy. Guy fall in loves with girl, vice versa. Both leave, both get back together in the end. Happy Ending. Its funny at certain parts though. Typical romantic comedy. I cant say its good. I'll say its average, a feel good movie. I imagine Ashton with Demi, and yet I think Cameron and Ashton look great together. After a while. They looked great individually. I liked some of Cameron's outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know whose outfits I'm in love with? You must know, but anyway take a wild guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Gossip Girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the outfits in Gossip Girl had to be good. Blair's a fashionista. Queen of the Queen Bees. Of course she has to look chic. She's easily got the best style out of all the girls. Serena's more of the 'throw-on-whatever-you-see-and-still-look-good' kind. I'd love to be tall like she is but not THAT tall. She's like 5"10 or something. She should share her height. Sheesh. Hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCZ_qUxYXfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mFhFQQ2HQTA/s1600-h/1263410634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCZ_qUxYXfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mFhFQQ2HQTA/s400/1263410634.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198983184952876530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCZ_qUxYXgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/z3Ob7WPp4vA/s1600-h/gglorickhf2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCZ_qUxYXgI/AAAAAAAAAIM/z3Ob7WPp4vA/s400/gglorickhf2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198983184952876546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I LOVE these dresses, they're from Blair's mom's collection, the Eleanor Waldorf Collection. The designer's Abigail Lorick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCZ_qkxYXhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZxlgIE6nT_c/s1600-h/pink_gossip_girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCZ_qkxYXhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/ZxlgIE6nT_c/s400/pink_gossip_girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198983189247843858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCZ_qkxYXiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vOlZ-hxSVo4/s1600-h/st_gossipgirls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCZ_qkxYXiI/AAAAAAAAAIc/vOlZ-hxSVo4/s400/st_gossipgirls1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198983189247843874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCZ_qkxYXjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xG3FASMiXck/s1600-h/set27-060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCZ_qkxYXjI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xG3FASMiXck/s400/set27-060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198983189247843890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God, I'd love to have Blair's closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-7239198839523452873?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/7239198839523452873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=7239198839523452873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/7239198839523452873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/7239198839523452873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/anyone-looking-forward-to-prom.html' title='anyone looking forward to the &apos;prom&apos;?'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCZ_qUxYXfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/mFhFQQ2HQTA/s72-c/1263410634.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-8700034884556082255</id><published>2008-05-07T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:12:09.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the eye of the beholder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:8pt;"&gt;Okay, there's this thing thats mentioned in the Shopaholic books (I'm sure you girls read it) and it's called a Manhattan Onceover. Its funny how nowadays loads of people do the "Manhattan Onceover" and then say hi to you or smile, but why should it be called the &lt;i&gt;Manhattan&lt;/i&gt; Onceover when it happens in Brunei as well? So why not the &lt;u&gt;Brunei&lt;/u&gt; Onceover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole 'Onceover' thing is weird, makes you wonder why people do it. It makes you self-conscious sometimes. Is it, because you've committed some fashion faux-pas? Or do you have some sort of food or something stain on your clothes? Should you stare back? Or should you just walk on. We all do it sometimes, but why? I have no idea. It does happen a lot in Brunei though. Whether there's a sense of hostility or envy or just plain fascination, it happens. In Gadong, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:8pt;"&gt;Anyway, even though school's meant to be a better place for me to study without the distraction of technology at home, I'm too busy browsing online for clothes, shoes and accesories. I mean, you have to get a few ideas for our upcoming 'Soiree Enchante'! So these are what I've found so far. Its not really relevant to our outfits for the prom but I still love these looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197831292427556642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCJoBWuN1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/p6MDDmoAv5E/s400/Bottega+Veneta+Accesories.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:8pt;"&gt;These are from Bottega Veneta. I love the clutch on the bottom right, the details (if you could only see up close) are gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197832138536113970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCJoymuN1zI/AAAAAAAAAHU/qMA8aWK_P8M/s400/Ralph+Lauren+Two+Piece,+top+and+a+floral+skirt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:8pt;"&gt;This is from Ralph Lauren, one of their spring looks. Its a two piece, a top and a floral swishy skirt. Not so big about the headpiece but I love the outfit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:8pt;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197832155715983186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCJozmuN11I/AAAAAAAAAHk/OckbfqYJtFs/s400/Ralph+Lauren+Dress+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197832151421015874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCJozWuN10I/AAAAAAAAAHc/C_pG2H8OSpc/s400/Ralph+Lauren+Ruffled+Dress+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I loove the print of this one. All three of these looks are from Ralph Lauren. I love how they paired this paler tangerine yellow or a pale mustard yellow colour with black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:8pt;"&gt;I really need to start studying now. Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7426184857767746479-8700034884556082255?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/8700034884556082255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=8700034884556082255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8700034884556082255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/8700034884556082255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/eye-of-beholder.html' title='the eye of the beholder.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCJoBWuN1yI/AAAAAAAAAHM/p6MDDmoAv5E/s72-c/Bottega+Veneta+Accesories.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7426184857767746479.post-4552413777087945093</id><published>2008-05-07T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:12:37.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>third time's the charm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;So I guess I'm back again with blogging. For the millionth time. But I'm hoping this time's gonna work out. I was watching American Idol today, God I love the two David's, and I just had this sudden urge to blog about today's episode. So I will :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;David Cook sang Hungry Like the Wolf - Duran Duran and Teenage Wasteland - The Who. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Syesha was alright, I liked her second performance better. The first performance just seemed really short. Jason Castro was just not good today. Poor him. David Archuleta sang Stand By Me and Love Me Tender. I swear, you could sense all the emotions in his voice. I'm rooting for the two David's. :D I hope to see you two in the finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197622587081742098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCGqNGuN1xI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bxZFmIx4eP8/s400/Untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Anyway, I have another reason for this certain post. I've had friends tell me things and their own stories and experiences. And I must say, I'm sick of how some guys are just so pretentious. They make out that they're some sweet, thoughtful guy. It makes the girls think, oh wow it must finally be my turn to find my guy. Soon into the relationship and the guy turns out to have about more than 15 ex's and hasnt cared about more than half of those. Not only that, they flirt with other girls and the girlfriend has to take the blame. Honestly, what bullshit is this. How come us girls have to take the blame when its the guy's friggin fault that he doesnt know how to be a boyfriend. You know what? You guys can just go be a friggin' wanker and leave those poor girls alone. &lt;strong&gt;JEEZ,&lt;/strong&gt; guys like that suck. No girl is worth your time. These are just a few cases, other cases are where boy and girl 'supposedly' love each other and yet they're cheating on each other. What kind of relationship is this. Whats the point of even staying together? If you want to makeout or get off with some other person, gee just break up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm just so glad that not all guys are like that. :) I still like guys. But I only love one guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;I'm done for today. I've got some Mandarin studying to do!&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/7426184857767746479-4552413777087945093?l=differenceis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/feeds/4552413777087945093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7426184857767746479&amp;postID=4552413777087945093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4552413777087945093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7426184857767746479/posts/default/4552413777087945093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://differenceis.blogspot.com/2008/05/third-times-charm.html' title='third time&apos;s the charm.'/><author><name>Yesmean.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11222041046227509652</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_leVSYipiNNU/SCGqNGuN1xI/AAAAAAAAAHE/bxZFmIx4eP8/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
