<?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-9095719978293291841</id><updated>2011-08-16T04:57:25.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bottle-dstars</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-1209721483049297394</id><published>2010-10-21T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T00:52:55.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, September was indeed a long and awful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the very day after the previous post was posted,&lt;br /&gt;bad news on management issues had been told.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, it is still a 50-50 thingy now.&lt;br /&gt;If it all work out, it would be great!&lt;br /&gt;Else, I really have no idea what should I do.&lt;br /&gt;I had been really looking forward to next year,&lt;br /&gt;as I can follow up my current batch of kiddos,&lt;br /&gt;and I can take them for kinder twos next year.&lt;br /&gt;And Michael love would be in my class too.&lt;br /&gt;From N2s to kinderones and then, kinder twos;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't that be nice and complete?&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt I can survive through the management issues if it don't turn out as how I wished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell terribly sick for quite a couple of days due to food poisoning.&lt;br /&gt;Was 'bedridden' and down with MC for 4 days before my trip to Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I would only move out from my bed whenever I needed the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;And I was having diarrhea during that point of time.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I was kinda getting well for Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;If not, I doubt mummy would let me go.&lt;br /&gt;All's fine when I got back from Phuket and headed to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Then, at night, this time,&lt;br /&gt;I started to vomit again.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctor and the idiotic doctor wouldn't give me a jab to ease the&amp;nbsp;vomitings,&lt;br /&gt;uh huh, I was that desperate to stop vomiting as I had been&amp;nbsp;vomiting&amp;nbsp;throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;Same reason, food poisoning. Boohoho. :(&lt;br /&gt;This time, MC for 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;So, except for a day and a half at work,&lt;br /&gt;I had been absent from work for about 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT IS FRIGGIN' LONG!&lt;br /&gt;I miss my kiddos HELL LOTSA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concert's over and Im super proud of my K Boys dance.&lt;br /&gt;As 4-6 years olds, they had managed to bring out the cool style in hiphop dance.&lt;br /&gt;And we got&amp;nbsp;whistling&amp;nbsp;for that. WEE!&lt;br /&gt;They totally rock the hall!&lt;br /&gt;Looking at Shane graduating, the only boy left from my first class,&lt;br /&gt;it is definitely not easy.&lt;br /&gt;Although I know that it is part and parcel of my job to deal with children graduating,&lt;br /&gt;this would be the FIRST time that a kid whom I had taught (two years outta my 2 1/2 years of teaching) is leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Used to be sucha stubborn spoilt brat,&lt;br /&gt;now, he is a big kor kor and the sweetest gentle&lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; boy on earth.&lt;br /&gt;He would def melt countless girls' heart when he grows up.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss miss miss miss miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcomings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Cousin's wedding over the weekend&lt;br /&gt;2. Two research papers due in November and had tons of readings to do as I would need it for my literature.&lt;br /&gt;3. Joanne and Qatar&lt;br /&gt;4. Management Final Results&lt;br /&gt;5. I wanna go Halloween @ Night Safari!&lt;br /&gt;6. I wanna go Halloween Partyy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-1209721483049297394?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1209721483049297394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1209721483049297394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/10/right-september-was-indeed-long-and.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-5469992329135992725</id><published>2010-09-15T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:55:15.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So many things, so little time.&lt;/div&gt;It is only mid September and Im dead beat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;So far, this September has been so eventful;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from birthdays to Barney show with Asher love,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;upcoming Hari Raya visitings to my colleagues' place and dinner out with Cayden love who's back for visit after migrating to Perth last December,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;learning of baking mooncakes from my aunt,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE assignments due in Sept and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joanne leaving to Qatar with her hubby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, the best thing which is gonna happen in Sept is Cayden love's visit from Perth on the 17th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't seen that boy for close to a year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His mommy is gonna bring him back to learning seeds for a day care to catch up with his friends and Im gonna bring him for dinner thereafter along with the other two musketeers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next best thing is bringing Asher out for Barney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awww. Sept is a month to be with my babies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should bring Michael love out sooon!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work's been a total shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Responsibilities and workload have been piling up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so does the stress level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But why ain't the pay going up? Haa, trying to be funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Concert in October, and tons of stuffs to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joanne's resignation is gonna bring us more&amp;nbsp;unnecessary&amp;nbsp;work by boss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parents' trust in me, even thou' the child ain't in my class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caught in between tasks given by boss and complaints from colleagues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Severely under-paid without complaints was cus' we had a good leader.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I can get paid a few hundreds more or even a k more if I were to venture elsewhere with my given qualifications and experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna see my kinderones off to kindertwos, and then to primary level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to cus' I get to take my kinderones for kindertwos next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But but but, with the given stress and workload which is def gonna pile up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wonder how far I can go in this centre,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how long more I can be here when I dont see any potential future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, Sept turns out to be good,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and with the upcoming deadlines for my assignment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I doubt so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-5469992329135992725?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5469992329135992725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5469992329135992725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/09/so-many-things-so-little-time.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3847749516178760247</id><published>2010-09-13T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:58:04.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought, it would be different. Seems like I'm wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cayden love would be the best thing that happen. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-3847749516178760247?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3847749516178760247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3847749516178760247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-thought-it-would-be-different.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-7097570960325804982</id><published>2010-08-31T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T21:20:47.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, Mommy. I'm your baby. You don't know me yet, I'm only a few weeks old. You're going to find out about me soon, though, I promise. Let me tell you some things about me. My name is John, and I've got beautiful brown eyes and black hair. Well, I don't have it yet, but I will when I'm born. I'm going to be your only child, and you'll call me your one and only. I'm going to grow up without a daddy mostly, but we have each other. We'll help each other, and love each other. I want to be a doctor when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found out about me today, Mommy! You were so excited, you couldn't wait to tell everyone. All you could do all day was smile, and life was perfect. You have a beautiful smile, Mommy. It will be the first face I will see in my life, and it will be the best thing I see in my life. I know it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the day you told Daddy. You were so excited to tell him about me! ...He wasn't happy, Mommy. He kind of got angry. I don't think that you noticed, but he did. He started to talk about something call wedlock, and money, and bills, and stuff I don't think I understand yet. You were still happy, though, so it was okay. Then he did something scary, Mommy. He hit you. I could feel you fall backward, and your hands flying up to protect me. I was okay... but I was very sad for you. You were crying then, Mommy. That's a sound I don't like. It doesn't make me feel good. It made me cry, too. He said sorry after, and he hugged you again. You forgave him, Mommy, but I'm not sure if I do. It wasn't right. You say he loves you... why would he hurt you? I don't like it, Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, you can see me! Your stomach is a little bit bigger, and you're so proud of me! You went out with your mommy to buy new clothes, and you were so so so happy. You sing to me, too. You have the most beautiful voice in the whole wide world. When you sing is when I'm happiest. And you talk to me, and I feel safe. So safe. You just wait and see, Mommy. When I am born I will be perfect just for you. I will make you proud, and I will love you with all of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can move my hands and feet now, Mommy. I do it because you put your hands on your belly to feel me, and I giggle. You giggle, too. I love you, Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came to see you today, Mommy. I got really scared. He was acting funny and he wasn't talking right. He said he didn't want you. I don't know why, but that's what he said. And he hit you again. I got angry, Mommy. When I grow up I promise I won't let you get hurt! I promise to protect you. Daddy is bad. I don't care if you think that he is a good person, I think he's bad. But he hit you, and he said he didn't want us. He doesn't like me. Why doesn't he like me, Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didn't talk to me tonight, Mommy. Is everything okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been three days since you saw Daddy. You haven't talked to me or touched me or anything since that. Don't you still love me, Mommy? I still love you. I think you feel sad. The only time I feel you is when you sleep. You sleep funny, kind of curled up on your side. And you hug me with your arms, and I feel safe and warm again. Why don't you do that when you're awake, any more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 21 weeks old today, Mommy. Aren't you proud of me? We're going somewhere today, and it's somewhere new. I'm excited. It looks like a hospital, too. I want to be a doctor when I grow up, Mommy. Did I tell you that? I hope you're as excited as I am. I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Mommy, I'm getting scared. Your heart is beating, but I don't know what you are thinking. The doctor is talking to you. I think something's going to happen soon. I'm really, really, really scared, Mommy. Please tell me you love me. Then I will feel safe again. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, what are they doing to me!? It hurts! Please make them stop! It feels bad! Please, Mommy, please please help me! Make them stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Mommy, I'm safe. I'm in heaven with the angels now. They told me what you did, and they said it's called an abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, Mommy? Why did you do it? Don't you love me any more? Why did you get rid of me? I'm really, really, really sorry if I did something wrong, Mommy. I love you, Mommy! I love you will all of my heart. Why don't you love me? What did I do to deserve what they did to me? I want to live, Mommy! Please! It really, really hurts to see you not care about me, and not talk to me. Didn't I love you enough? Please say you'll keep me, Mommy! I want to live smile and watch the clouds and see your face and grow up and be a doctor. I don't want to be here, I want you to love me again! I'm really really really sorry if I did something wrong. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every abortion is just...&lt;br /&gt;One more heart that was stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Two more eyes that will never see.&lt;br /&gt;Two more hands that will never touch.&lt;br /&gt;Two more legs that will never run.&lt;br /&gt;One more mouth that will never speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from: http://www.iloveyoumommy-abortion.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-7097570960325804982?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/7097570960325804982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/7097570960325804982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/08/hi-mommy_6806.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-901577712730929247</id><published>2010-08-30T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:38:27.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh. It feels like a little girl with her puppy love thingy once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Somehow, it feels like old times aye? Heheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I do find this re-acquaintance&amp;nbsp;quite interesting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I can't stop laughing over it and thinking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;After trying so hard for two years,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;your puppy heart was broken in less than two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It was all puppy love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;but it ended rather nastily.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And now, purely friends once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;How interesting and cool it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yep, it was just puppy love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;but the feeling of being re-acquainted with X still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;its amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&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/9095719978293291841-901577712730929247?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/901577712730929247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/901577712730929247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/08/gosh_30.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-5687150727791375909</id><published>2010-08-16T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T23:47:54.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>madness.&lt;br /&gt;the work just cant stop piling up.&lt;br /&gt;done with this, another module in a few days time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for a break.&lt;br /&gt;plans in mind:&lt;br /&gt;1) resorts world sentosa&lt;br /&gt;2) one degree, suggested by G's dad.&lt;br /&gt;3) phuket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANT WAIT! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-5687150727791375909?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5687150727791375909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5687150727791375909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/08/madness.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-5269882811076802073</id><published>2010-08-11T06:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T06:00:20.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tm, wdistoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-5269882811076802073?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5269882811076802073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5269882811076802073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/08/tm-wdistoy-posted-using-blogpress-from.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-7128726792474334287</id><published>2010-07-28T03:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T03:09:35.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be selfish but why just can't I?&lt;br /&gt;Despite d unsettledness which I have, I will still hafta pacify you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in the world will I learn my lesson?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-7128726792474334287?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/7128726792474334287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/7128726792474334287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-wanna-be-selfish-but-why-just-cant-i.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2691989973288119831</id><published>2010-07-26T01:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T01:42:41.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have no idea if the decision made was the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;If I would turn back time,&lt;br /&gt;you might be what I wanted, &lt;br /&gt;everything that I had wished for,&lt;br /&gt;and everything might be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had loved and been hurt,&lt;br /&gt;it had changed me.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a good or a bad thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I ain't a turning twenty with a mentality of a forty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2691989973288119831?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2691989973288119831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2691989973288119831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-have-no-idea-if-decision-made-was.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-5102122783993292678</id><published>2010-07-21T02:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T02:31:41.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A mistake which was made,&lt;br /&gt;it is now my own responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;Such a jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry hun,&lt;br /&gt;that you hafta go thru' all these with me.&lt;br /&gt;You mean a lot more to me than you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-5102122783993292678?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5102122783993292678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5102122783993292678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/07/mistake-which-was-made-it-is-now-my-own.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-5279298621934656233</id><published>2010-05-17T02:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T02:24:44.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're unpredictable,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;i really can't figure out what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you really give, or do you even know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're sweet and sensitive, i know,&lt;br /&gt;and it is really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe im expecting again,&lt;br /&gt;you're just a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the greater the expectations are,&lt;br /&gt;the higher one falls;&lt;br /&gt;thus, i learn not to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-5279298621934656233?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5279298621934656233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5279298621934656233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-unpredictable-sometimes-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-7114382394840815053</id><published>2010-05-11T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:33:33.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it feels so right,&lt;br /&gt;it feels so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i thinking too much,&lt;br /&gt;or things are as simple as it seems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont believe that such things exist,&lt;br /&gt;its hard to not to believe.&lt;br /&gt;it just seems so real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-7114382394840815053?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/7114382394840815053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/7114382394840815053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-feels-so-right-it-feels-so-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-7236902440245343920</id><published>2010-05-06T22:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:14:34.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy and contented, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-7236902440245343920?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/7236902440245343920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/7236902440245343920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-and-contented-i-guess.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-7692814461172743172</id><published>2010-04-23T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T02:15:29.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What's e rules for the game?&lt;br /&gt;Fancy a turning twenty ve no idea;&lt;br /&gt;imagine a turning twenty thinking so much in the LR, e way he called it.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't any girl of my age is capable of going into a new relationship without any second thoughts and doubts?&lt;br /&gt;How's the role of a girlfriend is played?&lt;br /&gt;Things that are running in my head now is all for the LR.&lt;br /&gt;Commitments, 100%, assurances, capability of giving...&lt;br /&gt;What's fun? &lt;br /&gt;It's too early for all these talks, I know.&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, adoring, silly, sensitive, oversensitive, emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can lead my life like any other turning twenties..&lt;br /&gt;I wish I ain't serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-7692814461172743172?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/7692814461172743172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/7692814461172743172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-e-rules-for-game-fancy-turning.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-9073612336237749907</id><published>2010-04-14T02:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T02:34:07.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>complicated, and lost;&lt;br /&gt;mixed up, and fickle-minded;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all too good to be true,&lt;br /&gt;its all too complicated to be good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-9073612336237749907?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/9073612336237749907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/9073612336237749907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/complicated-and-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3299814518323198771</id><published>2010-04-07T14:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:09:43.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying so hard not to hate one whom I loved,&lt;br /&gt;Cus I had told him so, and I wanna live up to what I had said.&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard not to, when I know so much more now..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I had wasted 19 months and had been w one so selfish and selfcentered without knowing what's going on, all this while.&lt;br /&gt;The only happy moments were the times before it all happens,&lt;br /&gt;before you show ya true colours..&lt;br /&gt;Nah, I don't blame ya for it.&lt;br /&gt;And to think that I had allowed myself to be affected so badly by you. &lt;br /&gt;It's simply unbelievable and now, I truly understand why none says it's worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time;&lt;br /&gt;I feel truly thankful that this boy, is no longer in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I feel truly thankful that he chose to leave,&lt;br /&gt;I realized i'm much more happier without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these dawn on me a lil late aye? &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, somethings, &lt;br /&gt;it's better to be late than never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Post From My iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-3299814518323198771?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3299814518323198771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3299814518323198771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-trying-so-hard-not-to-hate-one-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3261904065354528583</id><published>2010-03-23T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:27:07.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been ages since i last blogged yeh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a piece of news today,&lt;br /&gt;im much better,&lt;br /&gt;some sorta enlightenment for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be back to update more,&lt;br /&gt;when i hafta sort out everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; there's a slight change in the picture stuffs, i still like the layout.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i can't believe that the world is THAT small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-4310807332787692812</id><published>2010-01-12T00:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:35:46.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything seems so easy,&lt;br /&gt;ive been trying hard everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im beginning to see the full picture,&lt;br /&gt;able to analyze the change.&lt;br /&gt;i had so many disbeliefs,&lt;br /&gt;but now i know and i understand;&lt;br /&gt;why is that so easy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason of me loving you,&lt;br /&gt;is no longer meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter to you anymore, i know.&lt;br /&gt;but&amp;nbsp;im sorry, im born&amp;nbsp;human,&lt;br /&gt;one with feelings and emotions.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought you would be like this,&lt;br /&gt;im sorry,&lt;br /&gt;but i cant bring myself to blame you,&lt;br /&gt;though im utterly disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;i still believed and trust you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this had showed me i was right about one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel thankful that you let me go&amp;nbsp;now,&lt;br /&gt;though its hard, for me i&amp;nbsp;must add,&lt;br /&gt;im still coping, well i guess i hope i could say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never regret, never once blamed ya, &lt;br /&gt;for&amp;nbsp;all the things&amp;nbsp;that we had went through.&lt;br /&gt;never before and i never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you changed.&lt;br /&gt;no, you didnt.&lt;br /&gt;you was right,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt know you well enough.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i know you all this while,&lt;br /&gt;i thought i do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-4310807332787692812?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4310807332787692812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4310807332787692812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-seems-so-easy-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2657635275010379721</id><published>2009-12-28T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:10:19.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seeing ya being yourself, being so happy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for you too.&lt;br /&gt;And it also makes me see that ya can lead a happier and better life, without me.&lt;br /&gt;People tells me ya stressed up, ya confused,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna hope, I can't.&lt;br /&gt;But I know, ya no longer feels the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that ya happy now,&lt;br /&gt;and I no longer matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for causing ya life stressful and miserable for the past two and the half years.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I'm never an understanding girlf,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not being a caring and thoughtful girlf.&lt;br /&gt;If I could say,&lt;br /&gt;I would say I miss ya so bad, so much.&lt;br /&gt;If I could tell ya how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;I would tell ya that I really love you so,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would love you that much.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know, and when I realized,&lt;br /&gt;It's all too late..&lt;br /&gt;It's all too late for anything,&lt;br /&gt;It's all too late to salvage.&lt;br /&gt;It's already gone.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was always the one trying,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was always the one feeling and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong, very very wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Im sorry for taking you for granted,&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly sorry cause,&lt;br /&gt;little had I thought that this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a laughing stock in every eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;I had given it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart when I know that I can no longer call ya 'baby', feel ya care, ya lips, ya body warmth and can no longer tell you how much I love you and miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell anyone in this world,&lt;br /&gt;as nobody seems to really understand how I feel..&lt;br /&gt;I feel lifeless and souless,&lt;br /&gt;wandering around alone..&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here, where I am now,&lt;br /&gt;It's caused I promise you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2657635275010379721?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2657635275010379721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2657635275010379721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/seeing-ya-being-yourself-being-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-937109009886624572</id><published>2009-12-28T00:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T00:34:53.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost without you</title><content type='html'>everywhere and anywhere that i seems to be,&lt;br /&gt;seems to have the memories of you and me.&lt;br /&gt;simple memories like the movies we watched, and the dinner that we had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i sat down there,&lt;br /&gt;and think about how we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;and looking at us now,&lt;br /&gt;something had really went very wrong which leads us to where we are now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i didnt hope for anything,&lt;br /&gt;you bring me up high and&amp;nbsp;show me hope.&lt;br /&gt;when i learn to hope,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left for me to.&lt;br /&gt;when im unsure,&lt;br /&gt;you assured and showed me light.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so right, and i really thought,&lt;br /&gt;things will change for the better this time&amp;nbsp;round.&lt;br /&gt;my fears and my worries,&lt;br /&gt;were all gone right after we talked.&lt;br /&gt;i trust, i believe.&lt;br /&gt;but with just a snap of ya fingers, i fell;&lt;br /&gt;i fall bad, real bad this time.&lt;br /&gt;nothing of the past could be compared to how i feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i aint allowed to hope,&lt;br /&gt;i dont even have the courage to.&lt;br /&gt;my&amp;nbsp;future is empty, without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="40" width="250"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/lost-without-you.html' title='lost without you'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-6394678254923256438</id><published>2009-12-21T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:45:45.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we spoke peacefully about the parting, i thought you understand all.&lt;br /&gt;after hours on the phone,&lt;br /&gt;nothing seems to get inside you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to give up everything, for you,&lt;br /&gt;i changed for the better, for you.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna do this anymore,&lt;br /&gt;feelings aint been understood nor appreciated;&lt;br /&gt;cause thats what i ought to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who knew bout' us,&lt;br /&gt;people who bother bout' how i feel,&lt;br /&gt;i had told these people everything which i had told you.&lt;br /&gt;i told them only once,&lt;br /&gt;and i hafta told you more than once.&lt;br /&gt;its not&amp;nbsp;a problem at all, i dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;the only negative comment which i received was that&amp;nbsp;i had looked too far ahead,&lt;br /&gt;nothing but&amp;nbsp;cause 'my feelings are fading'.&lt;br /&gt;if what you said was true,&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt even fear, when the thought comes across my head.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldnt even make the decision, which i hate to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-6394678254923256438?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6394678254923256438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6394678254923256438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-spoke-peacefully-about-parting-i.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-9005306524157645712</id><published>2009-12-18T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:16:17.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just not meant to be, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wants, our characters just differ from what we expect in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking, and missing you thou,&lt;br /&gt;when I know that we won't have a happy future.&lt;br /&gt;We had spoke and hidden feelings were all told,&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is gonna be real,&lt;br /&gt;cause we can't compromise,&lt;br /&gt;or should I say, we no longer want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went easy this time, &lt;br /&gt;maybe it's all cause we no longer love and feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;I feel myself being foolish, for pinning on the hope to still see ya, nothing more but just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I know it's impossible, cause that's not how you would react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just don't wanna waste time,&lt;br /&gt;and I dunno how long it may take,&lt;br /&gt;But I know, time will heal all the wounds,&lt;br /&gt;I hope the time is soon, i wanna be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wounds may heal, scars will remain,&lt;br /&gt;and I will never ever forget what had happened during these two years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Happy and sad, sweet and disappointment,&lt;br /&gt;I will remember everything about us.&lt;br /&gt;At least I still believe, that our love was true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't make the world go round,&lt;br /&gt;loving ya, it does.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just not practical enough to last for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-9005306524157645712?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/9005306524157645712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/9005306524157645712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-just-not-meant-to-be-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-6374063978876357290</id><published>2009-12-14T01:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T02:01:31.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it seems like im a souless creature,&lt;br /&gt;im less bothered bout' anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the irritating and sickening pretenders around me,&lt;br /&gt;ive so much t bitch.&lt;br /&gt;but i can't find any appropriate descriptive words to let it all out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all those things that i know of and hear,&lt;br /&gt;im wary, and trying v hard to be cautious.&lt;br /&gt;its all cause i dont wanna risk any ifs as ive experienced them, seen them and feel them.&lt;br /&gt;its tiring to be sooooo self-conscious,&lt;br /&gt;and i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yikes at the thoughts of those smiles, laughters, everything in all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt, i tried to keep up,&lt;br /&gt;being a pretender.&lt;br /&gt;its hard and i thought,&lt;br /&gt;an impossible task for me.&lt;br /&gt;but well, i think i did it?&lt;br /&gt;i long for the day when im capable of being immune to those feelings; guilt, disgusted w self, lousy, bad and all those nasty feelings ya can think of.&lt;br /&gt;but, will i like myself then, &lt;br /&gt;when im alr starting to detest for being who i am now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i did nothing,&lt;br /&gt;you wanna me to try.&lt;br /&gt;when i try,&lt;br /&gt;you wanna me to try harder.&lt;br /&gt;and when i had tried harder,&lt;br /&gt;its still not enough.&lt;br /&gt;it will never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no longer know me.&lt;br /&gt;but i know you love &lt;b&gt;what&lt;/b&gt; you had created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-6374063978876357290?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6374063978876357290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6374063978876357290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-seems-like-im-souless-creature-im.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-152151713882381221</id><published>2009-12-01T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T16:36:36.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive no idea whats going on with me recently,&lt;br /&gt;am i being insensitive or too sensitive?&amp;nbsp;lol.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying very hard not to be bothered or affected bout' it.&lt;br /&gt;im sorry but i care, so i cant.&lt;br /&gt;it had always been so easy to tell you everything,&lt;br /&gt;but its getting harder now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just let it go,&lt;br /&gt;dont be too bothered bout' it. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye, anyway,&lt;br /&gt;my babies are leaving one by one. :(&lt;br /&gt;asher's gone in a new school,&lt;br /&gt;and now cayden love and baby anson&amp;nbsp;are gonna migrate to perth.&lt;br /&gt;its better for the kiddos though,&lt;br /&gt;they would def be in better hands when they're in perth.&lt;br /&gt;but well, missessss!! &lt;br /&gt;maybe aisha is right, &lt;br /&gt;as time goes by, i will be used to having my babies leaving..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, i will be taking the new batch of kinderones next year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-152151713882381221?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/152151713882381221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/152151713882381221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-no-idea-whats-going-on-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2790362276654255790</id><published>2009-11-18T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:40:32.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrighty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive no idea why am i so up high,&lt;br /&gt;when today hve been sucha tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;and without any idea,&lt;br /&gt;idk why i cant stop smiling to myself. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2790362276654255790?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2790362276654255790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2790362276654255790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/alrighty.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3272588622280277943</id><published>2009-11-12T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:47:47.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was feeling so much.&lt;br /&gt;right here, right now,&lt;br /&gt;when i wanna let it all out,&lt;br /&gt;simply speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna live,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be back in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing&amp;nbsp;those bitching sessions,&lt;br /&gt;and&amp;nbsp;those all dressed up days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont need ya to appreciate,&lt;br /&gt;i dont expect ya to be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;a lil bit of understanding,&lt;br /&gt;is it too much to give?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;all random, totally no idea wtf am i ranting bout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; go away irritating flu bug. &lt;br /&gt;this is def not the time to be down; year end concert coming up on sat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-3272588622280277943?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3272588622280277943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3272588622280277943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-feeling-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-6847485094812843047</id><published>2009-11-04T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:19:17.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eveything's gone,&lt;br /&gt;its not possible to salvage it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gone, lost.&lt;br /&gt;a better me, i hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-6847485094812843047?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6847485094812843047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6847485094812843047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/11/eveythings-gone-its-not-possible-to.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3689267186255340813</id><published>2009-10-31T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T01:59:58.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy eli!</title><content type='html'>hohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;eli is a happy girl today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. my friday started out good with a morning call from bby,&lt;br /&gt;as i decided that well, maybe,&lt;br /&gt;i should bus to work instead of cabbing every morning.&lt;br /&gt;laze on my bed for a minute or two,&lt;br /&gt;and off i went to prepare myself!&lt;br /&gt;oooh! i even make my own breakfast- bread w skippy chunky peanut butter&amp;nbsp;and glass of ribena [must-have every morning]!&lt;br /&gt;as i would always take my breakfast when im otw to work [on the cab, duh!],&lt;br /&gt;i had my breakfast at home today!&lt;br /&gt;im not in a rush at alll!! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;super proud of myself! -beams around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. i get to see my precious asher baby after like donkey years [m exaggerating, its three weeks].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. asher remembers us and still feels comfortable being around in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. bby and i went suntec for shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i wore heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. dinner, shopping and movie -'jennifer's body' with bby love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple lil things yet im sooooo contented.&lt;br /&gt;everything adds up to perfection! hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;enjoyed myself today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SusnZ9GEsUI/AAAAAAAABNw/fx0y-KIuqbQ/s1600-h/img7946.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SusnZ9GEsUI/AAAAAAAABNw/fx0y-KIuqbQ/s400/img7946.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: wingdings; font-size: large;"&gt;««¶¶¶&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. megan foxx starrs the movie.&lt;br /&gt;2. i like it that the movie shows the innoncence and feelings that one could have in teenage years.&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/9095719978293291841-3689267186255340813?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3689267186255340813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3689267186255340813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-eli.html' title='happy eli!'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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/&gt;and this precious baby of mine changed to a new school eversince the start of oct,&lt;br /&gt;as the parents shifted house to west,&lt;br /&gt;and the mummy just gave birth to his lil brother, issac,&lt;br /&gt;thus, the change of a new school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;asher's mummy is bringing him back today to visit us!&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to see my asher baby!&lt;br /&gt;i told bby last night,&lt;br /&gt;before asher's mummy says she's coming during the kiddos naptime,&lt;br /&gt;that ive no idea what time will i leave work,&lt;br /&gt;as i will def wait for them to come and see the little one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; as im typing this post, i can't help looking at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss that lil kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/eli.hllew/B0ttledstars#5398259071325312130'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ckYbftzw3Wg/Sup4Bi_gFII/AAAAAAAAACc/Ce0cbHusk6Y/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-1772512958874902815?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1772512958874902815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1772512958874902815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/asher-visit.html' title='Asher&amp;#39;s visit'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ckYbftzw3Wg/Sup4Bi_gFII/AAAAAAAAACc/Ce0cbHusk6Y/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-5139047133113036797</id><published>2009-10-26T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:41:03.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another heart to heart talk,&lt;br /&gt;will things change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive no idea at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the position that i hold,&lt;br /&gt;the priorities that you had,&lt;br /&gt;i know very well,&lt;br /&gt;and i can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least, for a second,&lt;br /&gt;i believed that you care,&lt;br /&gt;for us.&lt;br /&gt;at least, i choose to believe that,&lt;br /&gt;you were conned into the decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i deserved it,&lt;br /&gt;for i stood by my principles.&lt;br /&gt;is this my karma, i wonder.&lt;br /&gt;i led sucha good and princessy life before i knew love,&lt;br /&gt;and nobody's life is perfect,&lt;br /&gt;nobody's life is forever princessy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fairytales dont exist in my life,&lt;br /&gt;and will never happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;im not a troubled princess,&lt;br /&gt;as im lucky to be pampered since young.&lt;br /&gt;thus, i dont need a prince riding on a horse of white,&lt;br /&gt;to rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;that's life, and the karma which i always believe in.&lt;br /&gt;and that's destiny,&lt;br /&gt;which nobody can change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-5139047133113036797?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' 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you wanna me to wait,&lt;br /&gt;but dear, &lt;br /&gt;show it to me that it's all worthy.&lt;br /&gt;tiring and sick, i may get.&lt;br /&gt;prove to me that you're worthy of the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart aches at every single arguments,&lt;br /&gt;its all cause I love, &lt;br /&gt;thus I chose silence.&lt;br /&gt;im not afraid, at all.&lt;br /&gt;no, not at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry, is not outta fear.&lt;br /&gt;silence, is not outta guilt.&lt;br /&gt;everything has a reason,&lt;br /&gt;and mine has only one.&lt;br /&gt;its because in this world,&lt;br /&gt;there is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love does not make the world go round,&lt;br /&gt;but loving you does.&lt;br /&gt;loving you, makes my world go round.&lt;br /&gt;a simple act fr ya,&lt;br /&gt;or a sweet thought fr ya,&lt;br /&gt;its good enough to make my day.&lt;br /&gt;a sigh fr ya,&lt;br /&gt;a frown fr ya,&lt;br /&gt;it's good enough to pull me down all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta admit,&lt;br /&gt;im weak,&lt;br /&gt;for i love you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do you still remember how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't be like a bomb, &lt;br /&gt;ticking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/eli.hllew/B0ttledstars#5394736701864931346'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ckYbftzw3Wg/St30cqNr8BI/AAAAAAAAACU/kcgyr3n3Nr0/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-7673550989138759054?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/7673550989138759054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/7673550989138759054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/tell-me-why-am-i-still-here-gimme.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ckYbftzw3Wg/St30cqNr8BI/AAAAAAAAACU/kcgyr3n3Nr0/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-5870584984230616801</id><published>2009-10-18T20:40:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T20:56:12.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;and like always, i browse thru' yahoo news.&lt;br /&gt;here are some shocking and interesting news that i had read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;6 firefighters die in India, trapped in elevator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By RAJESH SHAH,Associated Press Writer - Sunday, October 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUMBAI, India – Six firefighters died early Sunday after they were trapped in a smoke-filled elevator while trying to reach a fire in a building in India's financial capital, an official said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The firefighters were on their way to a burning 14th floor apartment in Mumbai and apparently died from asphyxiation due to smoke, a city fire brigade official said on condition of anonymity as he was not authorized to talk to reporters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The elevator got stuck between two floors due to a mechanical failure, the official said, and efforts by other firefighters to rescue them failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remaining firefighters put out the fire, the official said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapted from: http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ap/20091018/tap-as-india-firefighters-dead-d3b07b8.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;the first thought that came to my mind was why in the first place they took the lift?&lt;br /&gt;every lift will always have that warning saying, 'IN CASE OF FIRE DO NOT TAKE LIFT'.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt make any sense outta it.&lt;br /&gt;public, untrained personnel like us, know that.&lt;br /&gt;moreover, they are firemen- trained!&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i dont understand why.&lt;br /&gt;still, RIP people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/myFi_1Fu3gM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/myFi_1Fu3gM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby OK after train hits stroller in Australia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AP - Saturday, October 17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELBOURNE, Australia – A 6-month-old baby has miraculously survived a train hitting his stroller, which rolled onto the tracks when his mother let go for an instant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The escape was captured on security camera footage that shows the red, three-wheeled stroller plunging off a station platform just as the commuter train pulls in, and the mother's panicked lunge to grab it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train pushed the stroller about 130 feet (40 meters) along the tracks before it stopped, but it did not go under the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby, who was strapped into the stroller, received only a bump on the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police said they released the video, which was captured last Thursday at a suburban station in the southern city of Melbourne, to underscore the need for people to be extra safety conscious when using the train system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dramatic footage led news bulletins across Australia and was shown internationally, and on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police have not identified the mother, who wished to remain anonymous, and say the incident was an accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's amazing how many people get too close to the tracks despite the dangers," Sgt. Michael Ferwerda told reporters. "We've had a lucky escape and it is a chance for commuters to heed warnings to be more careful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The security footage shows the mother stopping on the platform with the stroller facing the tracks. She lets go of the stroller's handle without applying the brake, and appears to hitch her pants with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stroller's front wheel drifts toward the track, and the stroller rolls toward the edge, flipping over as it hits the tracks. The mother spots it just before it pitches over the side, and lunges forward _ too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train pulls into the station, and the mother clutches her face in apparent panic and devastation. As the train stops, onlookers rush forward. The whole incident took about seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paramedic Jon Wright said the baby received only minor injuries and was returned to his mother within a few minutes of the accident occurring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apparently he needed a feed and a nap," Wright was quoted as saying by the Sun Herald newspaper. "Luckily he was strapped into his pram at the time, which probably saved his life. I think the child's extremely lucky,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connex, the privately owned train operator said the driver was being offered counseling for possible trauma caused by the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapted from: http://sg.news.yahoo.com/ap/20091017/tap-as-australia-train-hits-baby-2nd-ld-79704af.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGG I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I TOTALLY FREAK OUT WHEN I SAW THE VIDEO!&lt;br /&gt;seriously, thank God that the baby is alive and only has a bump on his head.&lt;br /&gt;goodness, i cant imagine how it would be if the baby is not strapped to his pram.&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is, which i cant understand,&lt;br /&gt;why would the pram move by itself?&lt;br /&gt;yeh, the mom did not use the brakes for the pram.&lt;br /&gt;the pram would def not move by itself, if the&amp;nbsp;platform is 180 degrees straight.&lt;br /&gt;and from the video, the pram seems to be rolling off quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;let's say, if the platform is not exactly 180 degrees straight,&lt;br /&gt;give it a plus minus, but still a flat platform,&lt;br /&gt;the pram may roll off, but not at that speed right?&lt;br /&gt;unless, the platform is a slope,&lt;br /&gt;which i think, will be quite dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;kids maybe wearing those shoes w wheels [whatever you call that],&lt;br /&gt;and may roll down the tracks just liddat too.&lt;br /&gt;comments were saying how the mom should have used brakes,&lt;br /&gt;yes, i agree; that will def prevent accidents from happening.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder, what's the structure of the platform like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mum stressed by video of baby surviving train crush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFP - Sunday, October 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MELBOURNE (AFP) - – The mother of an Australian baby which miraculously survived a collision with a train is still recovering from the experience and becomes upset by footage of the accident, a report said Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The six-month-old boy, who has not been named, was strapped into a pram which rolled away from his mother and into the path of an oncoming train at Melbourne's Ashburton station on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train driver slammed on the brakes but was unable to avoid hitting the stroller which was pushed about 35 metres (yards) along the tracks before coming to a stop. The baby escaped with only a bump to the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident was captured by a surveillance camera and the video has been shown around the world, sparking the interest of US talkshow queen Oprah Winfrey whose producers have contacted Victoria Police to interview the mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby's father said his wife had seen the footage, which shows her slipping as she attempts to grab the pram as it rolls away and then almost getting hit by the train herself in a bid to save the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My wife has seen the footage, but every time she sees it she gets very upset," the 20-something man, who asked not to be identified, told Melbourne's Sunday Herald Sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My wife is very stressed. We are all OK -- my wife and my baby are OK -- but we really just need some time to get over this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parademics said the fact that the baby was properly strapped into the pram at the time of the accident probably saved his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adapted from: http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20091018/tap-australia-transport-baby-offbeat-5a1703c.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;sometimes, media can really be annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-5870584984230616801?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5870584984230616801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5870584984230616801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/was-surfing-net.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2909773265656931888</id><published>2009-10-17T05:04:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T05:54:25.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>totally crazy, totally absurd me.</title><content type='html'>good morning.&lt;br /&gt;oh god and yes,&lt;br /&gt;im still up at this unearthly hour despite the lack of sleep for the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;my eyes can barely open yet i still dont wanna head to bed.&lt;br /&gt;despite heading to bed at 3 in the morning and an early day at 8,&lt;br /&gt;its hard falling asleep.&lt;br /&gt;this had been the cycle recently,&lt;br /&gt;and i totally ve no idea whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not in my best of moods,&lt;br /&gt;i get upset at the slightest thing.&lt;br /&gt;yeh, upset; angry, sad, disappointed, frustrated, pissed.&lt;br /&gt;i thought, maybe, for the first time,&lt;br /&gt;i was pmsing.&lt;br /&gt;this had been going on for a while,&lt;br /&gt;and im def too young to have menopause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those crazy thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;those absurd dreams, or nightmares,&lt;br /&gt;brought me tears and fears.&lt;br /&gt;waking up with tears,&lt;br /&gt;it def dont sound pleasing t anyone's ears.&lt;br /&gt;its scary, really.&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be going haywire for me,&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing makes sense,&lt;br /&gt;nothing sounds logical.&lt;br /&gt;i cant piece it out, word by word.&lt;br /&gt;i cant phrase it, i cant explain it.&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how, i really dont.&lt;br /&gt;i wished i knew.&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt control my tears and my fears,&lt;br /&gt;for i dont even know the roots of it.&lt;br /&gt;everything dont piece up,&lt;br /&gt;its all random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wished,&lt;br /&gt;i could piece everything out.&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to,&lt;br /&gt;as there seems to be tons of stuffs bottling up,&lt;br /&gt;inside me, in my heart, i can feel.&lt;br /&gt;but i just cant.&lt;br /&gt;every breath that i take,&lt;br /&gt;is heavy and with difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend A dumped his girlf,&lt;br /&gt;and that had invited trouble.&lt;br /&gt;the only way to resolved this,&lt;br /&gt;was that Friend B hafta die in A's behalf.&lt;br /&gt;B helped A.&lt;br /&gt;B is alive in the coffin,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that he's gonna be cremated the next day.&lt;br /&gt;there we were,&lt;br /&gt;sitting around the coffin,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that B is alive in there.&lt;br /&gt;all those while, i kept my head low,&lt;br /&gt;fearing to look up.&lt;br /&gt;C was B's girlf,&lt;br /&gt;C was there too,&lt;br /&gt;and she appeared to be the normal her.&lt;br /&gt;deep down, i wondered how she felt.&lt;br /&gt;deep down, i hate A,&lt;br /&gt;for B took up the responsibility for A's actions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was what i dreamt of earlier during my nap.&lt;br /&gt;im &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; kidding!&lt;br /&gt;and i have random and weird dreams liddat.&lt;br /&gt;when i say random,&lt;br /&gt;it really means random as things dont piece up when i put everything together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going crazy, am i?&lt;br /&gt;tell me whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;its scaryy.&lt;br /&gt;no joke, im scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2909773265656931888?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2909773265656931888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2909773265656931888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/totally-crazy-totally-absurd-me.html' title='totally crazy, totally absurd me.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-82463901014383552</id><published>2009-10-13T22:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T23:30:32.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everything feels so messed up.&lt;br /&gt;october worksheets are yet to be done,&lt;br /&gt;something is wrong with my ms word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont ask for anything much,&lt;br /&gt;its just the basis of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i asking for too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needa break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you, effing bitch.&lt;br /&gt;im sucha hater.&lt;br /&gt;no, im being soooo negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring me a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything adds up,&lt;br /&gt;does not make any effing sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, im happy.&lt;br /&gt;its like finally i gotta see sw today,&lt;br /&gt;for that short while at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;insanityy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im pmsing,&lt;br /&gt;i never do.&lt;br /&gt;wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-82463901014383552?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/82463901014383552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/82463901014383552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-feels-so-messed-up.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-8666674376447091341</id><published>2009-10-11T19:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T19:30:09.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/eli.hllew/B0ttledstars#5391303262479182722'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ckYbftzw3Wg/StHBwLx564I/AAAAAAAAACM/ctl6wK5AEbw/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time here. I had meatball spaghetti and rate it 2/10. It's that bad. The cakes look tempting but I had already lost my appetite. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-8666674376447091341?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8666674376447091341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8666674376447091341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-time-here.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ckYbftzw3Wg/StHBwLx564I/AAAAAAAAACM/ctl6wK5AEbw/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-1480673115511527804</id><published>2009-10-10T17:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:19:54.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zooo</title><content type='html'>wooooo! &lt;br&gt; finally I'm back in the cooling place. &lt;br&gt; a really tiring day but it's all worth it as I finally watch e whole of d elephant show! &lt;br&gt; cheers for Bby as that's his purpose of bringing me t the zoo tday! Loveeees! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; now we are on our way for steamboat! hoooorrayy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-1480673115511527804?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1480673115511527804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1480673115511527804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/zooo.html' title='Zooo'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3235201874129510054</id><published>2009-10-08T00:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:35:06.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so dead right now.&lt;br /&gt;my deadline for my folder is over like ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was 10 working days from the last day of practicum.&lt;br /&gt;hell noooooooo! its 7 working days.&lt;br /&gt;how nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss joyce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop crapping and i really gotta finish all of these by today and hand in tmr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-3235201874129510054?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3235201874129510054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3235201874129510054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-dead-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3114337186747863316</id><published>2009-10-07T20:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:14:32.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrighty.&lt;div&gt;as i was saying bout' how i would hafta finish my practicum folder the other day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im still stuck at the same point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im supposed to get started doing it now, RIGHT NOW AT THIS VERY MOMENT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ha! but y'know what im doing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its just one more lesson plan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its just one more portfolio on the learning corners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what's taking me so long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive been stuck for days and weeeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not that i dont know, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well i guess, im lazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;practicum visit is looooooooong over; 16 sept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now, is oct 7 and my folder still contains the same documents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally shitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotta really get started now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sokwei is already doing her degree and im still stuck with my dip assignment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i finish my dip earlier than her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tell me bout' it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; i got myself a new iphone in whiteeee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;simply loveee the games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but well, work first girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-3114337186747863316?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3114337186747863316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3114337186747863316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/alrighty.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-6513099613004841340</id><published>2009-10-06T18:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:53:39.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some sweet retard is sitting beside me.&lt;br /&gt;as i was showing this retard the compability report,&lt;br /&gt;i showed him the candid shots that i had taken.&lt;br /&gt;he wanna sue me,&lt;br /&gt;too bad, i got disclaimer.&lt;br /&gt;hohohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for this singtel operator, vija something to call me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my boyf is irritating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-6513099613004841340?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6513099613004841340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6513099613004841340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-sweet-retard-is-sitting-beside-me.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2838177003929077870</id><published>2009-10-04T15:23:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:12:41.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MIXED FEELINGS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked around me,&lt;br /&gt;i listen and i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the many things that you cant say in a relationship,&lt;br /&gt;one would share w their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant you tell your partner honestly?&lt;br /&gt;i believe that in every relationship,&lt;br /&gt;you will need to have an open communication.&lt;br /&gt;not just pretending what it does not seem to be.&lt;br /&gt;you never voice out, s/he will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the things that i had heard,&lt;br /&gt;were indeed very scary.&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to help, wanted to tell.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna judge,&lt;br /&gt;nature will take its own course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder,&lt;br /&gt;what are the things that you had shared w em,&lt;br /&gt;and the things that i will never know?&lt;br /&gt;what are the things that they will share w others,&lt;br /&gt;and will the listeners react, or feel like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, knowing too much just kills.&lt;br /&gt;i rather not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its scaryy,&lt;br /&gt;knowing too much of boys' stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;at this moment,&lt;br /&gt;i chose silence.&lt;br /&gt;the thought bout' it,&lt;br /&gt;makes my heart skipped a beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sucha useless fool.&lt;br /&gt;even a superman has feelings, has a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;so boy, ya just a human, a man.&lt;br /&gt;bottling things up, is miserable.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna you to be a happy man.&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou, bby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought of finding our compatibility report. weeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Virgo and Virgo Compatibility - October 4, 2009&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When two Virgos join together in a love match, they are likely to structure their lives in beautiful conjunction. The merging of two incredibly practical, industrious sorts such as these creates an incredibly devoted and doting couple although public displays of affection will be rare. Though their shared perfectionism and skepticism could lead to conflict, the level-headed Virgo duo will quickly resolve any disputes and move on to more pleasant times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Virgo-Virgo relationship runs like a well-oiled machine, particularly for couples who live together or have children. There is never any confusion over the delegation of responsibility, and both partners feel quite comfortable with this arrangement. Making lists, balancing accounts and keeping the house and affairs in order are second nature to both partners.&lt;br /&gt;They share a discriminating palette and exquisite taste. As long as they aren't too harsh with one another, their relationship will be fulfilling in every way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Virgo is ruled by the Planet Mercury. This Planet represents communication,&lt;br /&gt;and indeed this is Virgo's shtick. As a romantic couple, both are tuned in to one another's frequencies. Virgo is often able to read the nuances of words and gestures and take in an analytical meaning. One of the strongest points of the relationship is open and honest communication. Also, the reasoning and logical abilities of two Virgos together can quite possibly solve all the world's problems. They are a versatile and brilliant team. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Virgo is an Earth Sign, thus indicating a practical nature. Also, they are a couple who likes to be surrounded by and own elegant things, and who won't settle for second best. It is worth it to hold out for something perfect, rather than to allow for anything less. Virgo exercises caution before moving forward, and they are the first to determine the best action for everyone to -- even if it involves sacrifice. Pickiness makes the Virgo-Virgo team a wonderful romantic couple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Virgo is a Mutable Sign. They are easily adaptable to any situation or any social setting. There is rarely conflict between them, but when it does arise it is quickly brushed over. Neither is too pushy or domineering, and they share an equal enthusiasm for one another's pursuits. Virgo always follows through, and two of them together doubles this energy and makes a very happy couple. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What's the best aspect of the Virgo-Virgo relationship? It's their levelheaded and structured approach to life, work, fun and commitment.&lt;br /&gt;They're incredibly compatible, and this obvious to them and to their friends. Together, they make a wonderful pair for pleasing one another and&lt;br /&gt;working on the perfect relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;practicum visit is over long agooo.&lt;br /&gt;and ive yet finish my practicum folder.&lt;br /&gt;i ve not been concentrating on my work,&lt;br /&gt;i gotta finish it by today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2838177003929077870?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2838177003929077870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2838177003929077870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/mixed-feelings-i-looked-around-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-1448492004601389020</id><published>2009-10-03T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T20:28:53.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>condition: hyper mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prayed for good weather condition later at ecp.&lt;br /&gt;bby is gonna bring me there to play candles, fire sparkles and lanterns! hoooooorraayyy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go to dress myself up now!!&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;gonna take pictures def! loveeeeees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. bby just crashed his car.&lt;br /&gt;he says its at the driver seat there.&lt;br /&gt;the other party is gonna compensate him for the damage.&lt;br /&gt;lucky he's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-1448492004601389020?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1448492004601389020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1448492004601389020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/condition-hyper-mode-i-prayed-for-good.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-8474236349174385347</id><published>2009-10-01T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T19:49:22.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had a long, eventful, fun, expensive day.&lt;br /&gt;long day as everything began last night; stayover at the center w some kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;eventful day as we had mac breakfast w the children in the center together,&lt;br /&gt;headed to the zoo, jurong point for lunch and vivocity for toysrus shopping.&lt;br /&gt;fun day as outing w the beloveds. shane boy, michael darling and joven precious are really entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;credits t the three lil devils for making me smile despite every muscle just wanna to remain still.&lt;br /&gt;expensive day as we took maxicab, cab from center t redhill, redhill to center, center to zoo, zoo to jurong point, jurong point to center, center to vivo, vivo to strathmore and redhill.&lt;br /&gt;imagine the cab fare humans.&lt;br /&gt;ooooh yeh, i BUS home from redhill today. praise me!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im soooooooooooooooooooo tired!&lt;br /&gt;im soooooooooooooooooooo tired!&lt;br /&gt;im soooooooooooooooooooo tired!&lt;br /&gt;im soooooooooooo sooooooooooooo sooooooooooooooo tired!&lt;br /&gt;physically, intellectually, emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;i know of envies, i know of disgusts.&lt;br /&gt;its tiring when ive gotta try.&lt;br /&gt;every living soul in this world will know draw their own lines, know the dos and the donts, fight for oneself when the line is crossed.&lt;br /&gt;every living soul will do that.&lt;br /&gt;and for G sake, im a fcuking human being.&lt;br /&gt;i have my logics, thinkings, reasons and rules.&lt;br /&gt;when i find things outrageous,&lt;br /&gt;i get blamed for my logics, thinkings, reasons and rules.&lt;br /&gt;once bitten, twice shy. I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;the feeling aint good so stop rubbing salt into my wound.&lt;br /&gt;if im gonna live the way people wanna me to live,&lt;br /&gt;i believe i do make a wonderful puppet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im trying effing hard, so dont push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously wtf.&lt;br /&gt;idk what am i ranting about or what triggers it.&lt;br /&gt;totally random but this is how i feel at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;shitty ayee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe, im just feeling tired in all ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; outing pics will be uploaded sooon.&lt;br /&gt;happy children's day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-8474236349174385347?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8474236349174385347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8474236349174385347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/10/had-long-eventful-fun-expensive-day.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-5337994815254104814</id><published>2009-09-28T21:36:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:39:39.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bby picked me up after work today and we headed t queensway to collect the teachers' tees which we're gonna wear on the coming wednesday; sports day.&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a really tiring day, with a combination of other 5 centers.&lt;br /&gt;they will be heading down to our center as the event is gonna be conducted at the field @ psa.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward t the fun that we're gonna have but it is gonna be a super duper tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;the next day will be zoo out with the little precious.&lt;br /&gt;happy yet i think i will have lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;gonna pick up cherie and codey @ bukit permi and michael darling @ redhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, back t d topic-queensway.&lt;br /&gt;after lunch at mac due to my craving of mcspicy,&lt;br /&gt;we headed to collect the tees and bby wanted to look at shades.&lt;br /&gt;so we walked around and headed into this opticial shop, 'western vision',&lt;br /&gt;as they seemed to ve alot of oakley shades.&lt;br /&gt;initially bby wanted to get the lenses which is customized with degree.&lt;br /&gt;however, its gonna cost $400+ plus and told bby to go for contacts as it will be much more convenient and its gonna be more worthy.&lt;br /&gt;surprisngly, he really got the contacts as he was quite persistent in getting shades w degree lenses.&lt;br /&gt;so, he was learning how to put it on and take it off. cuteeee. (: [pictures below]&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, i do not like the service, not professional at all and i feel rather cheapo.&lt;br /&gt;if i know bby is gonna go for contacts, i will def bring him to paris miki and introduce him my optometrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. they did not washed their hands w water and merely just used the saline solution to handle the contacts.&lt;br /&gt;though saline solution is meant to disinfect the germs and stuffs, i still think its rather unhygenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. when bby failed to put the contacts in and one of the contacts dropped on the carpet on the floor, they took it up and just rinsed it through with the saline solution.&lt;br /&gt;it is still dirty and its bby's first time trying it.&lt;br /&gt;who knows will bby's eyes be sensitive or what?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; when bby put that contacts in, his eyes feel irritated.&lt;br /&gt;as they wanna bby to compare two brands; biomedics and acuvue,&lt;br /&gt;they got acuvue for bby's left eye and biomedics for bby's right.&lt;br /&gt;when bby's eyes get irritated, they said his eyes are sensitive towards acuvue.&lt;br /&gt;if he did not drop it on the floor, i may believe it.&lt;br /&gt;but he had already dropped it on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;when my contacts dropped on the floor or the basin [home is much cleaner than public common areas right?], despite washing it thoroughly, my eyes will still feel a little irritated.&lt;br /&gt;it totally piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;bby still can agree with their retarded logics, which leave me speechless. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. despite them washing their hands with the saline solution, they get in contact with many surfaces and then touch the contacts again.&lt;br /&gt;defits the purpose, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. when bby is trying hard to put the contacts in his eyes [as a first-timer, you would always blink right?],&lt;br /&gt;they pushed his fingers. wont they caused him to panic more?&lt;br /&gt;the staffs claimed that their boss got the most outstanding optometrist award and i expected her to be more professional. but hell no!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. when you get contacts, it usually comes with the container and a small bottle of contacts solution right?&lt;br /&gt;know what's their excuse for not having any?&lt;br /&gt;'people keep asking us to give then we give until no more alr.' it is super wtf.&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna us to buy, just say.&lt;br /&gt;dont gimme lame excuses, im not a 3 years old kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in conclusion, i really hate the service over there.&lt;br /&gt;bby likes the oakley over there and im gonna get it for him next month.&lt;br /&gt;STILL, i will look around if there's any better place.&lt;br /&gt;i mean wearing of contacts and maintaining the hygenic of it is critcally important.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how could that lady get the most outstanding award,&lt;br /&gt;or that's what they claimed as i dont remember seeing the award in the shop.&lt;br /&gt;cooooooooooldown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after queensway, went back to the center to pass the tees.&lt;br /&gt;i ordered 's' and its too short!&lt;br /&gt;lucky ive a sweeeet colleague who will change w me as she's smaller in size.&lt;br /&gt;headed home for a shower and to chill thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;then! we headed to vivo for modestos.&lt;br /&gt;my first time at modestos and the spag is gooooood! [ive my reason. hehehe.]&lt;br /&gt;as usual, bby had his carbonara and i had vongoloe this time round. (:&lt;br /&gt;the atmosphere is nice, the food is fine and the price is reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;the staffs over there should learn about table manners and dining etiquette though.&lt;br /&gt;oooooooooohmygod! check out the plates that they used over there!!!! ULTIMATE LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;i was telling bby that i wanna buy the plates from them.&lt;br /&gt;bby asked me not to embarass him so i just shut up. :( lmao.&lt;br /&gt;all in all, the dining experience over there is fine.&lt;br /&gt;will def head there for dinner again.&lt;br /&gt;cheeeeeers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsDBkhWRa2I/AAAAAAAABNI/dP9UsaQ90Vk/s1600-h/DSC01214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386517987506350946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsDBkhWRa2I/AAAAAAAABNI/dP9UsaQ90Vk/s400/DSC01214.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsDApApotVI/AAAAAAAABNA/qebxXmc6Vd8/s1600-h/DSC01210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386516965116917074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsDApApotVI/AAAAAAAABNA/qebxXmc6Vd8/s400/DSC01210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsDAE9srdpI/AAAAAAAABM4/JCxxDeH_Q6U/s1600-h/DSC01208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386516345849083538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsDAE9srdpI/AAAAAAAABM4/JCxxDeH_Q6U/s400/DSC01208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC_G5V1pnI/AAAAAAAABMw/NNgt3p0eBPk/s1600-h/Photo0938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386515279527650930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC_G5V1pnI/AAAAAAAABMw/NNgt3p0eBPk/s400/Photo0938.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC-n34rqjI/AAAAAAAABMo/DB3nM8Q04jQ/s1600-h/Photo0940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386514746560981554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC-n34rqjI/AAAAAAAABMo/DB3nM8Q04jQ/s400/Photo0940.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC-LY1gFJI/AAAAAAAABMg/gRQXssQ4M6o/s1600-h/Photo0942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386514257189803154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC-LY1gFJI/AAAAAAAABMg/gRQXssQ4M6o/s400/Photo0942.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC9-cUj-wI/AAAAAAAABMY/aHuvqU4646A/s1600-h/Photo0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386514034787089154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC9-cUj-wI/AAAAAAAABMY/aHuvqU4646A/s400/Photo0943.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC9dFG5KvI/AAAAAAAABMQ/dZvs72s4Y3U/s1600-h/Photo0944.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386513461620058866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC9dFG5KvI/AAAAAAAABMQ/dZvs72s4Y3U/s400/Photo0944.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC9GiPtBDI/AAAAAAAABMI/yYyNfcXuNlQ/s1600-h/Photo0945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386513074304648242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC9GiPtBDI/AAAAAAAABMI/yYyNfcXuNlQ/s400/Photo0945.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC8-YWSSsI/AAAAAAAABMA/ci_ccOAGi1Y/s1600-h/Photo0946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386512934208948930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC8-YWSSsI/AAAAAAAABMA/ci_ccOAGi1Y/s400/Photo0946.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC8Q7gxhAI/AAAAAAAABL4/fcG2BAcNIH8/s1600-h/Photo0947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386512153374196738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC8Q7gxhAI/AAAAAAAABL4/fcG2BAcNIH8/s400/Photo0947.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC8I951UoI/AAAAAAAABLw/Ot1oB_2tSeI/s1600-h/Photo0948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386512016577221250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC8I951UoI/AAAAAAAABLw/Ot1oB_2tSeI/s400/Photo0948.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC7_st7CWI/AAAAAAAABLo/HJYVbxKboAE/s1600-h/Photo0949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386511857345038690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsC7_st7CWI/AAAAAAAABLo/HJYVbxKboAE/s400/Photo0949.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these are candid shots.&lt;br /&gt;tell me, who can look good in all the candid shots?&lt;br /&gt;at the very least, i cant.&lt;br /&gt;i just loveeeeeeeee my bby boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-5337994815254104814?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5337994815254104814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5337994815254104814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/bby-picked-me-up-after-work-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SsDBkhWRa2I/AAAAAAAABNI/dP9UsaQ90Vk/s72-c/DSC01214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2168433378736439573</id><published>2009-09-26T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T00:28:01.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>for the past year, ive been keeping quiet t avoid squabblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can a forty years old (or fifty) hag talk like this?&lt;br /&gt;you're just jealous of how young we are,&lt;br /&gt;you just cant take it that despite many years of sloggin',&lt;br /&gt;you're still just a TEACHER!&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i think i know how you feel,&lt;br /&gt;who will fancy a mid-twenties lady to be telling you what to do when you're twice the age?&lt;br /&gt;all i hafta say is you gotta see if you've what it takes.&lt;br /&gt;'see, that's why you get for employing youngsters!' EFF.&lt;br /&gt;so what you have the fcuking qualification and years of experience?&lt;br /&gt;you're old, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;you're 4 times my age and we both hold the same level of qualification in ECE.&lt;br /&gt;think bout' it.&lt;br /&gt;you're just one of the stereotypes in the ECE field but give a second thought hag,&lt;br /&gt;all the staffs here are YOUNG.&lt;br /&gt;go back to your motherland and dont whine like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, every adult will have a child inside them.&lt;br /&gt;can ya imagine, a hag is trying to win a nineteen years old, yours truly, in an argument? OH GOD.&lt;br /&gt;i admit, there're many things which i would LOVE to argue back but i hold it back.&lt;br /&gt;WHY? because i learn to constrain my own feelings and by rational and objective rather than subjective.&lt;br /&gt;from a squabble like this and then link to your whole work complaints?&lt;br /&gt;and fancy raising your voice at me?&lt;br /&gt;c'mon! you're not my mom and nobody even does that to me at home. so who do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;and telling my how religious you're and that you're a christian and god ve ears?&lt;br /&gt;and claiming bout' how we bitch behind ya back?&lt;br /&gt;if we bitch, we bitch together and from what you had claimed, it did not happen.&lt;br /&gt;ha! im a religious freak thou' we come from different religious background.&lt;br /&gt;check with my friends around me, how curious i am about other religions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're twisting stories and claiming things that i did not say?&lt;br /&gt;sue me to court hag, if thats what you wanna argue about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i worked late, its all simply cause im waiting for sw to end work.&lt;br /&gt;i dont get paid, so i dont see any point which i cant put on make up at work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i wanna be really bitchy here;&lt;br /&gt;unlike ya, i do not need to avoid work as to avoid perspiring and fearing that nobody will wanna propose to me!&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooh. thank god im only nineteen. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2168433378736439573?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2168433378736439573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2168433378736439573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/for-past-year-ive-been-keeping-quiet-t.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2128533137913237327</id><published>2009-09-21T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:23:43.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i thought i know you.&lt;br /&gt;at times, i really dont know what you're up to.&lt;br /&gt;recently, ya being contradicting; your own words and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once bitten, twice shy.&lt;br /&gt;im afraid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2128533137913237327?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2128533137913237327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2128533137913237327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-thought-i-know-you.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2677924084497175765</id><published>2009-09-20T05:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T05:02:21.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ive nothing to blog at all.&lt;br /&gt;and im just taking up some space for september post. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sw love is going bangkok and im so gonna miss her. awwww! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2677924084497175765?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2677924084497175765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2677924084497175765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-nothing-to-blog-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-4357431766580916874</id><published>2009-08-28T00:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:38:10.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointment</title><content type='html'>i thought i was thinking too much,&lt;br /&gt;i still have the trust.&lt;br /&gt;things have proven me wrong that day,&lt;br /&gt;and despite so, it still keeps me wondering.&lt;br /&gt;at least, ive seen the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappointed, not the first time.&lt;br /&gt;trust? not so easy eli.&lt;br /&gt;capable of coping with this kinda things now.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;its just a thin fine line between honor and shame,&lt;br /&gt;its nothing but just a line drawing tales and truth apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank god that ive my dearest with me.&lt;br /&gt;today was a wonderful yet tiring [due to the lack of sleep] day with bby love!&lt;br /&gt;movies, roaming around and simple dinner.&lt;br /&gt;simple lil things which makes me complete.&lt;br /&gt;ilove!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-4357431766580916874?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4357431766580916874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4357431766580916874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/disappointment.html' title='disappointment'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-8404838747785280712</id><published>2009-08-26T16:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T17:01:47.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise bday planning.</title><content type='html'>there are so many birthdays coming up,&lt;br /&gt;and one is really giving me a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought everything is settled, arranged and done.&lt;br /&gt;while im on the net browsing for the stuffs,&lt;br /&gt;i realized i had missed out a call.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna make this year a perfect one,&lt;br /&gt;by reaching out to everyone, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;everything is already confirmed and planned.&lt;br /&gt;or at the very least, i thought it was.&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;now the concern is that if i were to make that call,&lt;br /&gt;im afraid that there will be space constraint.&lt;br /&gt;yet i wanna reach out to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arghhhhhh. damn it.&lt;br /&gt;this turns out to be harder than i thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-8404838747785280712?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8404838747785280712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8404838747785280712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprise-bday-planning.html' title='surprise bday planning.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-8038314335979436808</id><published>2009-08-22T16:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:01:52.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pract 2</title><content type='html'>some kiddos parents thought that im no longer working as they seldom see me when they drop and pick their kiddos from school.&lt;br /&gt;im working fullday, 9 to 6, at the center,&lt;br /&gt;clocking in the hours for my practicum.&lt;br /&gt;im on the midst of it but ive yet to create and prep the activities at the learning corners,&lt;br /&gt;my lesson plans, reflections are not done up yet,&lt;br /&gt;and worst, im indecisive bout' which class i should take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been ages since i conducted and had class with the nursery,&lt;br /&gt;as i have been having class with the kinderones.&lt;br /&gt;kinderones are no longer bout' abcs or 123s,&lt;br /&gt;they learn vocab, grammar, vowels, addition, subtraction etc.&lt;br /&gt;and i enjoy teaching these.&lt;br /&gt;as i was taking another half of the nursery,&lt;br /&gt;i was doing on small letter 't' w them and its just bout tracing of dotted lines.&lt;br /&gt;no doubt its an achievement when i took the nursery last year,&lt;br /&gt;and that from knowing not how to write their names,&lt;br /&gt;to writing their own names with the dotted lines.&lt;br /&gt;the sense of seeing them doing what you'd taught,&lt;br /&gt;and capable of understanding,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling is great!&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to take nursery for my prac but the feeling is just different,&lt;br /&gt;maybe its a lost of touch for quite sometime.&lt;br /&gt;i helped them with their everyday life,&lt;br /&gt;taught them self-help skills.&lt;br /&gt;when it comes to academic, it feels different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if i were to take kinderones,&lt;br /&gt;there's only four kiddos that i can take.&lt;br /&gt;the rest are not at kinderone standard,&lt;br /&gt;and the minimum of kiddos i should take is 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to do my lesson plan for my prac,&lt;br /&gt;but i left my notebook in the center.&lt;br /&gt;gotta wait till monday. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received a message from bby the other day;&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;baby sorry to inform you that no more swimming session for you till further notice cos seven month started. muack :)&lt;/span&gt;' -everything is quoted word for word.&lt;br /&gt;he sounds like he's making some serious announcement.&lt;br /&gt;sweeeeeeet lil bby boy! tons of lovess!! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;gotta get back to my assignments as bby is also over my place preparing for his exams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-8038314335979436808?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8038314335979436808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8038314335979436808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/pract-2.html' title='pract 2'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-1252737727223107477</id><published>2009-08-19T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:06:13.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend stayover @ gna's!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;17 August 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-this post was published a lil late.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ignore this post if you wish, its just bout' my weekend. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a weekend stayover over my cousin place;&lt;br /&gt;and its really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby kezman wanna me to do everything for him instead of his parents,&lt;br /&gt;yiyi, shower for me. yiyi, i wanna drink milk etc.&lt;br /&gt;luckily i was trained by my center and i can make milk up to 30 bottles at a go!&lt;br /&gt;and will always wake me up at 11+/12 when he's awake.&lt;br /&gt;he was really sad that im going home on sunday and even asked me not to go home.&lt;br /&gt;what a sweet little boy he is. ultimate loves!&lt;br /&gt;he's the enjoyment of my stayover.&lt;br /&gt;tiring, it is but he's sucha sweet lil boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another enjoyment of stayover: cooking!&lt;br /&gt;cang bro called us over for dinner for sat,&lt;br /&gt;as his parents are overseas.&lt;br /&gt;then i suggested that each one prepare a dish and..&lt;br /&gt;off we go to sheng siong supermarket to get the groceries needed!&lt;br /&gt;hmm, there isnt really a theme planned for the dinner,&lt;br /&gt;but reflecting back; its when the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;east meets the west and go thai!&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;fang prepared tom yam soup,&lt;br /&gt;cang prepared rice, fried chicken, hotdogs, sausages and french fries,&lt;br /&gt;gna prepared pizza,&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least, the spaghetti prepared by me! hohoo.&lt;br /&gt;kenny, jinghui and calvin didnt prepare anything though,&lt;br /&gt;they just eat!&lt;br /&gt;jinghui was complaining that why didnt we wake him up earlier so that he can cook too. hehhee.&lt;br /&gt;as it is such a last min thing, heng and family missed the fun! :(&lt;br /&gt;still, sucha small lil things will stay memorable forever!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy with such a simple life,&lt;br /&gt;if only bby could be there, it will be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERRRFECT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna go out for a swim;&lt;br /&gt;ive been swimming recently.&lt;br /&gt;last wednesday, yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;well, an exercise that i love to get rid of all the fats!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370887383564785970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok5noIBmTI/AAAAAAAABIQ/vvVeVPrT5wA/s400/Photo0788.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok5o--ETHI/AAAAAAAABIg/hnLp1Phz46o/s1600-h/Photo0792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370887406876904562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok5o--ETHI/AAAAAAAABIg/hnLp1Phz46o/s400/Photo0792.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok5pZ_FlVI/AAAAAAAABIo/OKVxfRr7P1w/s1600-h/Photo0795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370887414128940370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok5pZ_FlVI/AAAAAAAABIo/OKVxfRr7P1w/s400/Photo0795.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6F9QKTJI/AAAAAAAABIw/5gdR_h-tLlU/s1600-h/Photo0796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370887904632130706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6F9QKTJI/AAAAAAAABIw/5gdR_h-tLlU/s400/Photo0796.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6GTsx-qI/AAAAAAAABI4/wjtbVMqn-Lc/s1600-h/Photo0797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370887910657751714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6GTsx-qI/AAAAAAAABI4/wjtbVMqn-Lc/s400/Photo0797.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6G0HzFhI/AAAAAAAABJA/PfNe6JVneuY/s1600-h/Photo0799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370887919361005074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6G0HzFhI/AAAAAAAABJA/PfNe6JVneuY/s400/Photo0799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6HKOCuzI/AAAAAAAABJI/qjyFyq2vveo/s1600-h/Photo0801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370887925292776242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6HKOCuzI/AAAAAAAABJI/qjyFyq2vveo/s400/Photo0801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6HshAFEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/um8nc8eP6Dw/s1600-h/Photo0802.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370887934499099714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6HshAFEI/AAAAAAAABJQ/um8nc8eP6Dw/s400/Photo0802.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6mEUq9AI/AAAAAAAABJY/6zbHJRXZSds/s1600-h/Photo0803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370888456285910018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6mEUq9AI/AAAAAAAABJY/6zbHJRXZSds/s400/Photo0803.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;below are the pictures taken by baby kez! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6msACsMI/AAAAAAAABJg/4gg7UprYvcg/s1600-h/Photo0805.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370888466936803522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6msACsMI/AAAAAAAABJg/4gg7UprYvcg/s400/Photo0805.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6nAkgNfI/AAAAAAAABJo/0R5tQZY-3FI/s1600-h/Photo0807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370888472458442226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6nAkgNfI/AAAAAAAABJo/0R5tQZY-3FI/s400/Photo0807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6nsrhGDI/AAAAAAAABJw/4hVrWYKlm-E/s1600-h/Photo0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370888484299020338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok6nsrhGDI/AAAAAAAABJw/4hVrWYKlm-E/s400/Photo0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok7PIAQveI/AAAAAAAABKY/iyjh8zCREN8/s1600-h/Photo0810.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370889161648684514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok7PIAQveI/AAAAAAAABKY/iyjh8zCREN8/s400/Photo0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok7OohrSOI/AAAAAAAABKQ/okMn9Awsllk/s1600-h/Photo0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370889153198901474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok7OohrSOI/AAAAAAAABKQ/okMn9Awsllk/s400/Photo0811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok7OFU8RhI/AAAAAAAABKI/2Z-H64bWRHo/s1600-h/Photo0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370889143750247954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok7OFU8RhI/AAAAAAAABKI/2Z-H64bWRHo/s400/Photo0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lastly, the meal! [i aint good at taking brilliant or artistic pictures and im using the lousy camera from my phone. still, it tastes awesomeeeeeeeee!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok7NBOcf1I/AAAAAAAABJ4/hR0B7mbWDc0/s1600-h/Photo0787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370889125469388626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok7NBOcf1I/AAAAAAAABJ4/hR0B7mbWDc0/s400/Photo0787.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-1252737727223107477?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1252737727223107477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1252737727223107477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-stayover-gnas.html' title='weekend stayover @ gna&apos;s!'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sok5noIBmTI/AAAAAAAABIQ/vvVeVPrT5wA/s72-c/Photo0788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-4745480836886116084</id><published>2009-08-13T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:03:54.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently i'm using bby iphone t blog for fun. &lt;br&gt; work gonna be a killer tmr, family day carnival. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &amp;  cayden love ain't gonna b there. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-4745480836886116084?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4745480836886116084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4745480836886116084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/currently-im-using-bby-iphone-t-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-6426982452971401822</id><published>2009-08-10T21:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:24:52.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>struggling with my individual assignment which is gonna be due tmr.&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel like doing it totally!&lt;br /&gt;but but but, joyce is on maternity leave..&lt;br /&gt;so the new student admin, hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;and group assignment is due tmr and ive yet to receive the pictutes from the babes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;DEAD TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cherish, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: batam totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;will update more rgd the trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-6426982452971401822?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6426982452971401822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6426982452971401822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/08/struggling-with-my-individual.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-8681615646258629602</id><published>2009-07-30T01:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T02:40:24.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it has got me thinking and wondering again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having my doubts,&lt;br /&gt;and you encouraged me to.&lt;br /&gt;telling me all the logic and theories of life,&lt;br /&gt;nagging at me for my silliness.&lt;br /&gt;i always pay 101% of attention when you spoke,&lt;br /&gt;and listen attentively to what you had to say.&lt;br /&gt;i remembered that phone call which i dont expect,&lt;br /&gt;caring for me when we knew each other only for months.&lt;br /&gt;i thought you, my friend, was true,&lt;br /&gt;i thought you meant every single word.&lt;br /&gt;i thought and i thought..&lt;br /&gt;i seem t be wrong, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every moment flashes thru' my mind,&lt;br /&gt;i can remember each and every one clearly.&lt;br /&gt;time passes, wounds recovered.&lt;br /&gt;still, scars remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was once such a happy girl,&lt;br /&gt;with a wonderful family, loving hot girlfriends and an understanding boyf.&lt;br /&gt;i realized the many changes in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can never be as pure as how i used to be,&lt;br /&gt;i cant be a simple girl again.&lt;br /&gt;im never as lively,&lt;br /&gt;im never as cheerful,&lt;br /&gt;im never as friendly,&lt;br /&gt;im no longer the happygolucky kinda sort.&lt;br /&gt;there seems to be many hidden feelings within me which i dont even know,&lt;br /&gt;its seems like i can never be true again; im stained.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like im so affected and influenced by the society,&lt;br /&gt;the cruel, harsh and realistic world.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so much of a pretender myself now,&lt;br /&gt;i feel insecure.&lt;br /&gt;i feel pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;i feel a total bitch in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a period in my life,&lt;br /&gt;i was forced to face this practical and realistic world.&lt;br /&gt;it was def a killer for me,&lt;br /&gt;and i really thank god that im still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; im def blessed with a real bff, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sokwei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;she's always there when im living my life to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;she will still be there when im having lows.&lt;br /&gt;she will slap me if im a stupid bitch,&lt;br /&gt;she will kiss me if im good.&lt;br /&gt;she's the simplest girl ive ever met.&lt;br /&gt;i strongly believe,&lt;br /&gt;and sincerely wish,&lt;br /&gt;both of us will treasure this special affinity, this special friendship.&lt;br /&gt;sokwei, if youre reading this,&lt;br /&gt;im so glad that you stole my gtech pen. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363952730970445362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SnCWluF61jI/AAAAAAAABII/cM8RKRlsnb4/s400/1_706896881l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon me for the long lost pic, im using my lappy and peeks are on my desktop! (: &lt;p&gt;i cant wait for work tmr..&lt;br /&gt;with the kiddos, im never a pretender.&lt;br /&gt;thats why i love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; sokwei, hope everything goes fine for ya. its really worrying..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-8681615646258629602?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8681615646258629602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8681615646258629602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-has-got-me-thinking-and-wondering.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SnCWluF61jI/AAAAAAAABII/cM8RKRlsnb4/s72-c/1_706896881l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-82263642350082278</id><published>2009-07-28T21:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T23:25:38.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>current situation:&lt;br /&gt;on my lappy in a comfy air-conditioned room,&lt;br /&gt;tuning in to 987fm listening to fave dj prog; muttons to midnight,&lt;br /&gt;and sitting on my just delivered seahorse bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposedly to do my individual presentation which is gonna to be due on next wed.&lt;br /&gt;how am i gonna concentrate on my work when everything is so comfy that i just wanna slack thru' the night?&lt;br /&gt;especially the muttons blabbing and fooling around?&lt;br /&gt;i'd started my ms ppt,&lt;br /&gt;trying real hard to get some work done.&lt;br /&gt;but but but, how can eli ever multi-task? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;WISHLIST&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) if my wish comes true for my bday this yr,&lt;br /&gt;i will definitely be the luckiest bitch on earth.&lt;br /&gt;but i know very well that this wish of mine will just turn to a dream,&lt;br /&gt;a dream that will take.. who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; years to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) within the next two years,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to langkawi, bali, redang and tioman!!&lt;br /&gt;plan: two beach getaways/year.&lt;br /&gt;if possible and mummy wont kill me for travelling&lt;br /&gt;to beach places so much,&lt;br /&gt;travel to all the four places in a year! wooooooooohooooo~&lt;br /&gt;mummy never like me to go to beach resorts,&lt;br /&gt;she will rather me travel to shop.&lt;br /&gt;and i really wanna learn scuba-diving and get a bloody license for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;my fate or not, mummy will never allow me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) be really tan.&lt;br /&gt;really wanna try those apply-on indoor tanning cream,&lt;br /&gt;literally speaking, you will be tan without going under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;worry for the side effects that it may cause my skin to have,&lt;br /&gt;and worse, scars or unpleasant marks for a lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;or try out at those tanning salons.&lt;br /&gt;heard that tanning salons dont really work,&lt;br /&gt;you just hafta keep going for the sessions and,&lt;br /&gt;one full package shows just a lil tan?&lt;br /&gt;waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;but come to think of it,&lt;br /&gt;if i do it in either of the ways,&lt;br /&gt;it meant that i cant wear and flaunt my nice bikinis!&lt;br /&gt;CONTRADICTING!&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) get more lingerie and bikinis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) victoria secrets to be in town? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) for wish 1 to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) for all wishes&lt;br /&gt;and priority; wish 1 to come true!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have plenty of time to write a bday wishlist!&lt;br /&gt;ages since i wrote a bday wishlist,&lt;br /&gt;i rmbr how i used to do it when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;writing and drawing it down on a piece of paper,&lt;br /&gt;and give it to mummy.&lt;br /&gt;now, i just tell her. lol.&lt;br /&gt;so wishlist, wishlist..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i should lengthen my wishlist,&lt;br /&gt;assignment to be done beforehand!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: finally sokwei is back. misses soooooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-82263642350082278?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/82263642350082278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/82263642350082278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/current-situation-on-my-lappy-in-comfy.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-1922067227152890356</id><published>2009-07-27T17:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T17:57:33.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to love, or to hate?</title><content type='html'>i hate slacking thru my noon and,&lt;br /&gt;having gotta waste my evening away for night class; 630 till 930.&lt;br /&gt;however, the earliest the class will start is at 7,&lt;br /&gt;and the latest it will end at 9.&lt;br /&gt;last friday was 7 till 830.&lt;br /&gt;to love or to hate? lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooohright.&lt;br /&gt;will be away during the national day weekend for a getaway as a celebration for teachers' day.&lt;br /&gt;as muslims will be fasting during the actual day,&lt;br /&gt;so we bring it forward to national day as its kinda a long weekend?&lt;br /&gt;destination: batam.&lt;br /&gt;i will not go to the beach for the watersports or whatsoever,&lt;br /&gt;it will dirty my precious bikinis. !!!!&lt;br /&gt;i will just be by the pool, sun-tanning and swim,&lt;br /&gt;and ohhhh, their indonesian massage.&lt;br /&gt;i missed the one at bintan; 'princess therapy'.&lt;br /&gt;when i called up the resort at batam,&lt;br /&gt;i was asking for the star rating.&lt;br /&gt;answer: we're under singapore marine yacht club.&lt;br /&gt;good enough, and gonna have a seaview room with balcony.&lt;br /&gt;hillview? no way, bye mozzies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna pack up for school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-1922067227152890356?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1922067227152890356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1922067227152890356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-love-or-to-hate.html' title='to love, or to hate?'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-1731068261895847218</id><published>2009-07-21T20:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T20:40:24.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im really totally lost for words;&lt;br /&gt;its neither cause im guilty,&lt;br /&gt;nor that i needa cast a protective charm.&lt;br /&gt;it is the merry-go-round that makes my jaws drop,&lt;br /&gt;the spinning wheel that leaves me speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really meant it when i said nothing.&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be meticulous,&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna be a paranoia.&lt;br /&gt;i only try to let the positive overpower the negative,&lt;br /&gt;and i allow it to happen.&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;things are really as simple as it seem.&lt;br /&gt;nature of human being,&lt;br /&gt;overlook the simplest idea,&lt;br /&gt;and make allowances for complications to take place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-1731068261895847218?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1731068261895847218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1731068261895847218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-really-totally-lost-for-words-its.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-5610872118682718238</id><published>2009-07-19T23:26:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:08:29.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you had got me thinking,&lt;br /&gt;bout' what you had said last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it will be easier and that it will be possible,&lt;br /&gt;to clear those thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;if i just keep myself occupied and,&lt;br /&gt;to be around with lovely souls.&lt;br /&gt;i was totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hours, minutes and seconds it had been,&lt;br /&gt;im still a lifeless being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those words that you had said,&lt;br /&gt;cant stop flashing thru' my head and,&lt;br /&gt;i cant believe you said those.&lt;br /&gt;i'd tried to discuss and to share,&lt;br /&gt;it seems like it will lead to quarrels in the end.&lt;br /&gt;you seems so full of yourself,&lt;br /&gt;you thoughts, ideas and logic,&lt;br /&gt;are always right and are forever the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that lil conversation that we had,&lt;br /&gt;had really got me thinking real and hard;&lt;br /&gt;from the attitude to the tone,&lt;br /&gt;from the tone, to the words,&lt;br /&gt;from the words, to the actions,&lt;br /&gt;and every other things.&lt;br /&gt;i can anticipate you reactions;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking too much,&lt;br /&gt;and i will hafta live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening ear, shoulder to lean on,&lt;br /&gt;assurance and comfort,&lt;br /&gt;its impossible.&lt;br /&gt;you speak only for yourself,&lt;br /&gt;but you never know how much these lil actions can help.&lt;br /&gt;you cant feel and understand.&lt;br /&gt;i know, its none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;but you never try to feel.&lt;br /&gt;as you always perceive,&lt;br /&gt;im always the faulty one.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i had you with me,&lt;br /&gt;i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;im all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;you aint like this at all.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, im no longer the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obsessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-5610872118682718238?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5610872118682718238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5610872118682718238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-had-got-me-thinking-bout-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2200193777009497913</id><published>2009-07-17T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T16:28:29.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its finally friday, the long awaited weekend is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im rushing thru' my course and had completed all my modules except one;&lt;br /&gt;one that gonna make me stay back till 930 later, on a friday. nice.&lt;br /&gt;its the last module and as i will be taking it during the night,&lt;br /&gt;no more afternoon classes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to come back home for a nap earliler,&lt;br /&gt;had meeting that ended at 3.&lt;br /&gt;family day, teacher's day planning.&lt;br /&gt;dead tired now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a smoke before i go for my shower.&lt;br /&gt;and brazillian at 530 and class at 630 later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2200193777009497913?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2200193777009497913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2200193777009497913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-finally-friday-long-awaited-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-7784803542257448858</id><published>2009-07-14T03:37:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T04:03:37.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evian roller babies advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Check this out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="330"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J7x_rh4-ruk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J7x_rh4-ruk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-7784803542257448858?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/7784803542257448858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/7784803542257448858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_14.html' title='evian roller babies advertisement'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2605296265772894655</id><published>2009-07-14T01:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T01:35:22.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im so so disappointed!!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch half-blood prince on its first day of release!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna watch it in gold class.&lt;br /&gt;but if i were to watch it in gold class,&lt;br /&gt;the earliest will be 20 jul, which is next monday.&lt;br /&gt;BUT I CANT WAIT!&lt;br /&gt;damn it, i should ve booked it earlier!!!!&lt;br /&gt;what should i do now?&lt;br /&gt;gold class or first day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can watch gold class w jun thou..&lt;br /&gt;as i will be catching its first w bby.&lt;br /&gt;but i wanna go gold class w bby too!!&lt;br /&gt;HOW?&lt;br /&gt;and bby is sleeping now,&lt;br /&gt;so gotta wait till later to decide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the normal theatres are almost full too.&lt;br /&gt;its really sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2605296265772894655?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2605296265772894655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2605296265772894655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-so-so-disappointed-i-wanna-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-1500225595669943156</id><published>2009-07-13T21:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:55:11.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>they are among the lowest paid.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SltOZhjy9pI/AAAAAAAABH4/cvFAmw0VW6g/s1600-h/Untitled01-----.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 50px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357962382099543698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SltOZhjy9pI/AAAAAAAABH4/cvFAmw0VW6g/s400/Untitled01-----.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SltOictp_3I/AAAAAAAABIA/4aPX2vniEuw/s1600-h/NP_IMAGES_ECPRE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 142px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357962535417544562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SltOictp_3I/AAAAAAAABIA/4aPX2vniEuw/s400/NP_IMAGES_ECPRE.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;-- ST FILE PICTURE&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUICK, who's paid less?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-school teacher or lorry attendant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed lorry attendant, you got it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your children's early education is in the hands of teachers who are paid less than lorry attendants and pest exterminators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's according to Ministry of Manpower figures released on 30Jun. Pre-school teachers are among the 10 lowest paid at about $1,100. (See table.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Jessie Chang, 38, who teaches the nursery class in a kindergarten, said she earns barely that much, despite six years of experience. Her starting salary was only $800.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The New Paper on Sunday spoke to pre-school teachers and principals and learnt that on average those with a diploma in pre-school teaching earn between $1,500 and $2,600.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike teachers with the Ministry of Education, a pre-school teacher's pay is determined by the school. The less business it has, the less it pays teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking on condition of anonymity, a kindergarten principal with 10 years' experience said a pre-school teacher's pay depends on the teacher's educational qualifications and experience, with performance in school also being considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She added: 'Eventually, when we have teachers with degrees, fees will go up as parents will understand that they are paying for the quality of teachers.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Chang, who holds a diploma in early childhood education, said: 'Our salary increment is really like a tortoise crawling. Even part-time salesgirls earn more than us.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was drawing a salary of $1,600 as a secretary in a computer firm, but quit when her husband was posted overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went into pre-school teaching as it let her have more time with her children. It turned out to be tougher than she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'You have to teach them how to hold the pencil, clean the children up when they soil themselves, organise concerts, deal with their anxiety after they are separated from their parents, and gain their trust,' said MrsChang, who takes care of 24 children.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little recognition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We are the ones laying the foundation for their education in primary school, but we rarely get the recognition for our work. Sometimes, I feel like quitting.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she chooses to stay on because of the happiness she brings to her little wards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents like Mr C H Ong are calling for higher pay, of at least $1,500 for pre-school teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ong, 34, whose daughter is turning 3 years old, said he felt that a starting pay of $1,100 is 'crazy'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: 'It's not right that the teachers are paid so little. They are like second mothers to the children. They should be rewarded, and their efforts should be recognised through their pay.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the nub, though. He's not prepared to pay more in school fees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some parents do pay a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While a PAP Community Foundation kindergarten charges about $100 a month for a half-day programme, private kindergartens charge anywhere from $200 to more than $1,000 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Housewife Belinda Poh, 45, a mother of three children, aged between 8 and 13, said she would pay more for better teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: 'You'd be surprised at how important the work of pre-school teachers is. If they are not well-trained, they cannot detect symptoms of autism and sensory processing disorder in children, and will not be able to do early intervention.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem of low pay for early childhood educators is a 'universal' problem, noted Mr John Cooley, 60, the executive principal of EtonHouse School Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that while many people now view pre-schools as providing only child-minding services, this is slowly changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'It is gaining recognition, and people are starting to realise the critical importance in giving their children a head start through a learning environment that stimulates their curiosity and sense of wonderment, and turns them into life-long learners. This requires very competent, well educated and reflective teachers,' he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To attract teachers of such calibre, said MrCooley, schools have to be willing to pay a reasonable salary, perhaps even matching those who teach at primary and secondary levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he declined to reveal how much his pre-school teachers earn, he said they are paid higher than the industry standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the pay is no good, they leave. Parents, teachers and principals said pre-school teachers often quit after a short time on the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan Hwee Yong, 35, a technical officer who sends his daughter to a pre-school, said: 'Passion for the job is important, but it only gets you so far. We should pay higher salaries to attract good teachers.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Worst paid jobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Office cleaner $600&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Manufacturing labourer and related worker $760&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Kitchen assistant $991&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Plastic product machine operator $994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hospital attendant $1,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Travel agency and related clerk $1,016&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Waiter $1,080&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Pre-primary education teachers $1,100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lorry attendant $1,102&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Pest exterminator $1,106&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Based on median starting salary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Career development may help: govt panel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEMBERS of Parliament have asked the Government to consider being more involved in training pre-school teachers. But 'it is not a commitment MOE can make lightly', said Mrs Josephine Teo, who chairs the Government Parliamentary Committee for education .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focusing on career development for the teachers may help, she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'In the old days, the Ministry of Education saw many good teachers leaving the profession. But over the last 10 years, after career development was given more priority, the quality of teachers has improved a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Now, the early education sector is also moving in that direction as people have higher expectations of early childhood educators.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Teo was hoping to see the Government committing resources to early childhood education by providing the training that these teachers need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: 'This way, we can... help these teachers move up the professional ladder. Hopefully, with these measures in place, the quality of teachers and their pay will improve.' &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taken from: http://tnp.sg/news/story/0,4136,207589,00.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at gna sis place ytd and saw a copy of newpaper.&lt;br /&gt;so i read it and tada! look at the above mentioned article.&lt;br /&gt;it speaks the truth in the field of early childhood education!!&lt;br /&gt;like what mrs chang had said, at times preschool teachers do feel like quitting!&lt;br /&gt;and ive friends and people telling me that working with young children is an easy job as we just hafta play with children.&lt;br /&gt;but mind you people, its more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im gonna state the points and so, THINK!&lt;br /&gt;as a preschool teacher:&lt;br /&gt;we will need to change and shower em,&lt;br /&gt;educate them academically,&lt;br /&gt;guide them physically/intellectually/emotionally and socially,&lt;br /&gt;beware of their developmental changes and progress developments,&lt;br /&gt;having a pair of eyes on a class of many children to ensure their behaviors will not lead to any dangers [eg; climbing of shelves],&lt;br /&gt;be inclusive of every single child in the class,&lt;br /&gt;dealing and coping with new children who may cry for the whole week, 24/7 when they're in school,&lt;br /&gt;maintaining a good, effective and positive communication with parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are just the basis that must be met and done everyday by the preschool teachers.&lt;br /&gt;and preschool teachers are among the lowest paid?&lt;br /&gt;i believe that teaching is a respectable career and most importantly,&lt;br /&gt;preschool teachers build the child's foundation,&lt;br /&gt;we not only prepare them for their primary schools,&lt;br /&gt;we lay the foundation of a life time.&lt;br /&gt;research and theories had shown that the most crucial time of the child is the first 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will opt for studying in ece in a private school rather than taking up business or other better courses in poly is because i feel that working with children,&lt;br /&gt;i will be facing new challenges, surprises and will have different experiences every day.&lt;br /&gt;and i like it this way rather than dressing up nicely and sitting in the office facing the same computer, same kinda documents everyday.&lt;br /&gt;although as a preschool teacher, i do not really have the chance to doll up and needa be appropriate in dressing, i dont mind it at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these kinda issues, talks, articles and etc that speaks the heart of preschool teachers had appeared before.&lt;br /&gt;the qualifications needed for working in this line is rising,&lt;br /&gt;so stop imagining that with a n' level now,&lt;br /&gt;you are capable of working in this line.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the govt is paying more attention on us,&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully things will be better for preschool teachers as time pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-1500225595669943156?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1500225595669943156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1500225595669943156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/quick-whos-paid-less-pre-school-teacher.html' title='they are among the lowest paid.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SltOZhjy9pI/AAAAAAAABH4/cvFAmw0VW6g/s72-c/Untitled01-----.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-114327959881465481</id><published>2009-07-13T18:57:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:31:54.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend out.</title><content type='html'>i wonder what's wrong with my IE recently that i hafta use safari to surf the net. &lt;div&gt;oh! and realized that my fonts on my blog looks different in the two browser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mc is due tmr and means,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work and school will resume on wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will be heading back to school tmr though;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as im allowed to sign the attendance since im covered under mc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hafta to make up the mc days and the signed hours by attending night classes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without doing the night class assignments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in another words, i just hafta clock in the hours that i had signed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;without doing anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clever or retarded? idk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;presentation on wednesday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i have yet to research on my part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as i didnt know which class will i be in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was till last friday that everything bout' my school stuffs is confirmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;despite the long mc and had stayed at home on the most of the days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had made a really good use of my weekends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bby, girls and family! lovess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;friday had ended early with bby sending me home @ 11pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so called up sokwei and surprisingly, she didnt meet her boyf too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as we met up and on our way to st james, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i called jun and coincidently, she ended her day early with her boyf too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so, we met up in st james in an hour time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talked, drank and chilled; just like the good old days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bby is being understanding as i promised to be good. iloveyou bby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its hard for the girls to meet up on weekends as we're always with our boyfs on weekends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but just last friday itself, the girls met up and were not with their boyfs. cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;bby came over my place for awhile to watch the series drama that he'd recommended me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thereafter, accompanied bby to woodlands to get his rc drift car parts and headed to uncle steven place as he's gonna help bby to assemble or check bby's rc car parts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bby was sweet enough to ignore me for 2 hours over uncle steven's place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and guess what's showing on channel 5 that day at that time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;harry potter and the chamber of secrets part 1!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im definitely gonna catch half-blood prince this thurs, the first release!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, dinner at s'rgoon garden/north [im always confused] and met his mercs club at dam thereafter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went rounding;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;old cck road, ntu campus, b road and supper at cheese prata @ pasir panjang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;reached home around 4 and was dead tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up at 10 as the planning was to go for seafood and shopping in m'sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;three cars drove in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seafood was at this place, which was alike to kelong @ bintan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, shopping at Bukit Indah shopping centre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looks awesome and friggin' big from the outside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but nothing much and typical m'sian wear in the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i didnt buy much-- still prefer sunway though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;two sets of pjs, one beach dress, two decent look dress and a face product from skinfood [thou its available in sg too. lmao]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and dinner in this stonegrill place at the shopping centre itself; thumbs up up up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good interior, nice food at &lt;s&gt;affordable&lt;/s&gt; a very low price!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our jaws dropped when in total its only less than 300 ringgit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's 10 pax and in dollars, its less than $150. comment on that eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will def go back for the awesome food!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so dont ya agree?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GREAT WEEKEND!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awesome girls, loving bby and wonderful family!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-114327959881465481?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/114327959881465481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/114327959881465481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/weekend-out.html' title='weekend out.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-4600683958739940469</id><published>2009-07-10T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T23:44:09.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i can feel the fast beating of my heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;i can hear the heavy breathing within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything is just beautiful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reupdated: im feeling tons better now, i love you bby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-4600683958739940469?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4600683958739940469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4600683958739940469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-feel-fast-beating-of-my-heartbeat.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-4001645376526099934</id><published>2009-07-07T06:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:11:21.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gickr.com/results/anim_6624f7d2-6314-67f4-09e0-7d8828283c8c.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355487294761819650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SlKDUetlXgI/AAAAAAAABHg/Dg1eXvOn9kw/s400/collage2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355487289707395874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SlKDUL4g-yI/AAAAAAAABHY/8jtduNDto9E/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ain't these three pictures beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;bby is definitely gonna kill me when im going to text him before i sleep;&lt;br /&gt;look at the friggin' time - good morning!&lt;br /&gt;yesterday he was a lil pissed but i really gotta do assignment.&lt;br /&gt;well, really gotta go and get my beauty sleep.&lt;br /&gt;before all the nonsensical things starts to appear all over my body.&lt;br /&gt;at least i sleep at this timing,&lt;br /&gt;i can skip medication as i wouldnt need it,&lt;br /&gt;since i will definitely sleep like a pig later.&lt;br /&gt;sweeeet dreams!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-4001645376526099934?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4001645376526099934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4001645376526099934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title='cool!'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SlKDUetlXgI/AAAAAAAABHg/Dg1eXvOn9kw/s72-c/collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-4237076379306809189</id><published>2009-07-07T02:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T02:58:14.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alright!&lt;br /&gt;oh yeh, as i was mentioning just ytd,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna create an icon or something liddat to make it as my signoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason 1: it just comes to my mind suddenly!&lt;br /&gt;reason 2: it is better than those typical signoff.&lt;br /&gt;reason 3: i wanna create it for a change as for ALL of my post, i always literally typed out 'loves, eli.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, just these simple reasons.&lt;br /&gt;uh uh, im not obliged t blog bout it, i just wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was such in a mood to blog bout random stuffs..&lt;br /&gt;but heard sth from sokwei and its making me mad like a mad woman now.&lt;br /&gt;though im not her mom or have no rights to interfere,&lt;br /&gt;but fucking hell, i cant see my BFF go thru' that man!&lt;br /&gt;in my eyes, she's just like my sister.&lt;br /&gt;one whom i can talk to, bitch together with, drink together with, cry together with and everything!!&lt;br /&gt;I CANT IMAGINE THIS IS GONNA HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of sw's privacy,&lt;br /&gt;i shall not blog bout' it here but conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FREAKING FUCKING MAD!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; chill eli, chill. i cant be overboard.&lt;br /&gt;but i really feel like slapping somebody's face right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sokwei, i still lovee!! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-4237076379306809189?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4237076379306809189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4237076379306809189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/alright-oh-yeh-as-i-was-mentioning-just.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3117923002133336883</id><published>2009-07-06T07:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T07:35:40.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emotions.</title><content type='html'>i'd posted and wrote about this story before.&lt;br /&gt;was reading thru' my life and found it meaning to post it again.&lt;br /&gt;on december 4, 2007, i posted it cause i'd nothing to do and trying to crap.&lt;br /&gt;reading it for the second time, idk why but im just gonna post it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once upon a time,&lt;br /&gt;there was an island where all the feelings lived;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge and all others, including Love.&lt;br /&gt;the island was called Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;one day, Knowledge announced to all the other feelings that Emotions will be sinking to the bottom of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;so, all the feelings built their own boats and prepared to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Love stayed on Emotions,&lt;br /&gt;she wanted to preserve the island till' the last possible moment.&lt;br /&gt;when Emotions was almost totally under the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Love decided that it was time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness passed by and Love said, "Sadness, please let me go with you."&lt;br /&gt;"Love, i'm sorry. i need to be alone now," replied Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Love saw Happiness next and she cried,"Happiness, please take me with you."&lt;br /&gt;however, Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn't hear Love calling to him.&lt;br /&gt;Love began to cry.&lt;br /&gt;"come Love, i'll take you with me."&lt;br /&gt;Love was overjoyed and felt so blessed that she forgot to ask for his name.&lt;br /&gt;when they arrived on land, he went his way.&lt;br /&gt;Love realised that she did not know who her benefactor was.&lt;br /&gt;just then, Love saw Knowledge and asked,"who was it that helped me?"&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge replied," it was time."&lt;br /&gt;"but why will he helped me when no one else would?"&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom, he answered,&lt;br /&gt;"because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;1. Love is to be faithful.&lt;br /&gt;2. Love is emotional.&lt;br /&gt;3. No matter what happens, love will be the last and the only one to be by one side.&lt;br /&gt;4. Love is great.&lt;br /&gt;5. Love is daring.&lt;br /&gt;6. Love is courage.&lt;br /&gt;7. Love is patience.&lt;br /&gt;8. Love is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355121669781411026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SlE2yThRVNI/AAAAAAAABHI/siexdxxsq4c/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to me,&lt;br /&gt;love is to trust,&lt;br /&gt;love is to respect,&lt;br /&gt;love is to care,&lt;br /&gt;love is to pamper,&lt;br /&gt;love is to be child-like,&lt;br /&gt;love is everything,&lt;br /&gt;love is just love,&lt;br /&gt;love is to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;without you in my life,&lt;br /&gt;love ain't possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason to keep me thru' the night,&lt;br /&gt;you're the reason for my every single smile and tear.&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou tons x infinity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sokwei!! i was reading thru' all the happy and crazy shopping and tanning days! i know you will be reading this. when is the next time?! obviously, after i recover. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; pardon my dark circles for the pics. its without makeup man!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; finally, finished my overdue assignments!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; omg, i was just reading thru' my reasons of love, i realized the no its the same as the morale that i'd stated, totally unintentional! its simply love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i love my bby boy lotsa x infinity!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i just love being child-like in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-3117923002133336883?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3117923002133336883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3117923002133336883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/emotions.html' title='emotions.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SlE2yThRVNI/AAAAAAAABHI/siexdxxsq4c/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-416220875292343818</id><published>2009-07-06T03:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T03:22:06.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wee hours of the night, assignment.</title><content type='html'>oh yeh, in the wee hours of the night,&lt;br /&gt;im still up, awake,&lt;br /&gt;trying to do my pathetic assignment which was due last friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was monday [later on] all the while,&lt;br /&gt;but never mind.&lt;br /&gt;despite i know that its gonna be last friday,&lt;br /&gt;i would leave it and do it when im in the better mood to.&lt;br /&gt;its the first time anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got pathetic hangover for 2 days,&lt;br /&gt;with work and school following.&lt;br /&gt;im really a lousy drinker now who can get high with just 2 bottles of e.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, it doesnt bother me.&lt;br /&gt;im not into drinking and clubs now anyway.&lt;br /&gt;and drinking to me now,&lt;br /&gt;is purely i wanna get drunk and eff away all the unhappiness.&lt;br /&gt;at least i can get drunk quick now, easy way out. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;ignore me, you cant expect me to be sane at this hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be happy or not, be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;i got mc for 10 days,&lt;br /&gt;and i hafta somehow or rather, to be quarantine at home.&lt;br /&gt;cause i wouldnt wanna go out.&lt;br /&gt;have been throwing tantrums and whining like a baby for 2 nights eversince i got my mc since friday.&lt;br /&gt;and bby had been laughing at me, for crying over 10 days mc.&lt;br /&gt;HOW SWEET AND THOUGHTFUL IS THAT HUH!&lt;br /&gt;but im better now [emotionally more stable], and bby better stop laughing over me and being happy!&lt;br /&gt;dont worry, eli is not having swine,&lt;br /&gt;neither is she hiv positive.&lt;br /&gt;its just some sickness which she feels that its an embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;kinda too old for this kinda illness. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ultimate cravings when im physically sick;&lt;br /&gt;cakes, chocolates, prima deli peanut waffles, chips and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;im just a sucker for junk food when im sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; tons of pictures to be uploaded. anytime but not now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; im thinking of creating something like an icon for my sign off. hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-416220875292343818?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/416220875292343818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/416220875292343818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/07/wee-hours-of-night-assignment.html' title='wee hours of the night, assignment.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3652565427971407596</id><published>2009-06-13T16:50:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:58:51.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bintan trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;GETAWAY PICTURES ARE UP! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im lazy to blog bout the whole trip.&lt;br /&gt;pictures will do the talking,&lt;br /&gt;and i will point out the interesting stuffs. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the hello kitty sweet is from bby before i leave.&lt;br /&gt;he says, 'if you miss me, then eat the sweet. i know you can't stop missing me. so, in case you finish all the sweet, one day can only eat twice.'&lt;br /&gt;sweeett? (:&lt;br /&gt;and then he added, 'i know you will keep calling me, thats why buy sweet to distract you!'&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. wanted to go elephant riding but sw insisted on horse riding first.&lt;br /&gt;anyway horse riding is SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;i think the horse that im riding on is CRAZY.&lt;br /&gt;i was friggin' scared and i told the horse that i love you.&lt;br /&gt;and halfway thru', it just neighed its way.&lt;br /&gt;right, i paid for 3 rounds but hell no,&lt;br /&gt;i took one round and its good enough!!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the spa that we went was good!&lt;br /&gt;and the ladies who served us are crazy, just like me and sw.&lt;br /&gt;we took the couple room whereas the rest took a room each.&lt;br /&gt;luckily we took the couple room, we're together.&lt;br /&gt;we crap, joke and yes, had our first time together wearing disposable undies. hohooho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. had dinner at kelong during the second night,&lt;br /&gt;and there's this funny fish [ive never seen before] served on the table.&lt;br /&gt;i asked in chinese [on purpose not for the waiter to hear], what fish is that?&lt;br /&gt;and the waiter just answer me in ENGLISH.&lt;br /&gt;fuck, super embarrassed. =/&lt;br /&gt;lesson learnt: there're indos who understand chinese too, despite their looks and their super long names.&lt;br /&gt;ps: the fish is called, 'black groupa'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. their flaming lambo are assembled like waterfall. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; the dont have the sweet shot thingy after that, it burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. and i drove the burgee [its that how its spelled?] from the beach club back t our resort!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNvjcG_pDI/AAAAAAAABGw/ykB2iyI0Nz4/s1600-h/DSC00511--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346739837250544690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNvjcG_pDI/AAAAAAAABGw/ykB2iyI0Nz4/s400/DSC00511--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNvJ2pTp0I/AAAAAAAABGg/mxFjkXcvYew/s1600-h/DSC00516--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346739397697185602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNvJ2pTp0I/AAAAAAAABGg/mxFjkXcvYew/s400/DSC00516--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNvJv-lu6I/AAAAAAAABGY/-ipl-D3dtew/s1600-h/DSC00519--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346739395907402658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNvJv-lu6I/AAAAAAAABGY/-ipl-D3dtew/s400/DSC00519--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNvJffWLnI/AAAAAAAABGQ/X4sEviqeWmc/s1600-h/DSC00530--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346739391481392754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNvJffWLnI/AAAAAAAABGQ/X4sEviqeWmc/s400/DSC00530--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNvJF5vIII/AAAAAAAABGI/v8_mbrsdyxQ/s1600-h/DSC00529--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346739384612757634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNvJF5vIII/AAAAAAAABGI/v8_mbrsdyxQ/s400/DSC00529--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346739379395871618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNvIyd7w4I/AAAAAAAABGA/_9k2t3yn-_w/s400/DSC00523--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNut_SLF-I/AAAAAAAABF4/LhWgQ2HWZUM/s1600-h/DSC00520--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346738918979737570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNut_SLF-I/AAAAAAAABF4/LhWgQ2HWZUM/s400/DSC00520--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNuthlnlSI/AAAAAAAABFw/8A9Go8dtRio/s1600-h/DSC00536--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346738911008232738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNuthlnlSI/AAAAAAAABFw/8A9Go8dtRio/s400/DSC00536--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNutYaBqWI/AAAAAAAABFo/80lVOui0PQQ/s1600-h/DSC00544--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346738908543691106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNutYaBqWI/AAAAAAAABFo/80lVOui0PQQ/s400/DSC00544--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNutLNQYTI/AAAAAAAABFg/6_9Y-FoeLgY/s1600-h/DSC00546--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346738905000468786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNutLNQYTI/AAAAAAAABFg/6_9Y-FoeLgY/s400/DSC00546--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNusypKVDI/AAAAAAAABFY/g4DGyBqYEPs/s1600-h/DSC00547--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346738898406626354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNusypKVDI/AAAAAAAABFY/g4DGyBqYEPs/s400/DSC00547--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346737838296906898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNtvFbTvJI/AAAAAAAABEw/m7K357dvENs/s400/DSC00549--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346737844261834578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNtvbpdT1I/AAAAAAAABE4/7QJnvL0qp7U/s400/DSC00551--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346737852919362482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNtv75ks7I/AAAAAAAABFA/sq8EmwyxWWQ/s400/DSC00554--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346739826753293186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNvi1AQS4I/AAAAAAAABGo/Ye8f__rtlXs/s400/DSC00555--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNtwRxDn1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/lJHAMt8AJ4k/s1600-h/DSC00557--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346737858789220178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNtwRxDn1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/lJHAMt8AJ4k/s400/DSC00557--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNtwFT7s9I/AAAAAAAABFI/a5hqeLIb8K8/s1600-h/DSC00556--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346737855445840850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNtwFT7s9I/AAAAAAAABFI/a5hqeLIb8K8/s400/DSC00556--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNs8Ff8rgI/AAAAAAAABEo/8nlKY_ysj4U/s1600-h/DSC00569--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346736962143038978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNs8Ff8rgI/AAAAAAAABEo/8nlKY_ysj4U/s400/DSC00569--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNs8FUXK0I/AAAAAAAABEg/A3a-x_TVC6s/s1600-h/DSC00568--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346736962094443330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNs8FUXK0I/AAAAAAAABEg/A3a-x_TVC6s/s400/DSC00568--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNs709mvJI/AAAAAAAABEY/X3tWKoJ4cHQ/s1600-h/DSC00567--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346736957704027282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNs709mvJI/AAAAAAAABEY/X3tWKoJ4cHQ/s400/DSC00567--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNs7rVosHI/AAAAAAAABEQ/1xB3dd-fkxQ/s1600-h/DSC00566--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346736955120463986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNs7rVosHI/AAAAAAAABEQ/1xB3dd-fkxQ/s400/DSC00566--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNs7uUkH5I/AAAAAAAABEI/qdDYamXRicc/s1600-h/DSC00560--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346736955921276818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNs7uUkH5I/AAAAAAAABEI/qdDYamXRicc/s400/DSC00560--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNsVBJQb9I/AAAAAAAABEA/_AHBOBNPMcg/s1600-h/DSC00570--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346736290959224786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNsVBJQb9I/AAAAAAAABEA/_AHBOBNPMcg/s400/DSC00570--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNsVLaUCEI/AAAAAAAABD4/bkt7VfnQSso/s1600-h/DSC00571--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346736293715118146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNsVLaUCEI/AAAAAAAABD4/bkt7VfnQSso/s400/DSC00571--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNsU36U_xI/AAAAAAAABDw/DJsYmUAevH0/s1600-h/DSC00572--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346736288480689938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNsU36U_xI/AAAAAAAABDw/DJsYmUAevH0/s400/DSC00572--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNsUqHmk_I/AAAAAAAABDo/QwFNYYo_ljc/s1600-h/DSC00573--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346736284778271730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNsUqHmk_I/AAAAAAAABDo/QwFNYYo_ljc/s400/DSC00573--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNsUULSseI/AAAAAAAABDg/g3eKoT53UAU/s1600-h/DSC00574--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346736278888165858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNsUULSseI/AAAAAAAABDg/g3eKoT53UAU/s400/DSC00574--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNr-TC3xVI/AAAAAAAABDY/r_XxNbGgIIg/s1600-h/DSC00576--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346735900627289426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNr-TC3xVI/AAAAAAAABDY/r_XxNbGgIIg/s400/DSC00576--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNr-D9JVqI/AAAAAAAABDQ/DWtoFJKr4Ys/s1600-h/DSC00577--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346735896576743074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNr-D9JVqI/AAAAAAAABDQ/DWtoFJKr4Ys/s400/DSC00577--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNr92GVxNI/AAAAAAAABDI/2b08O3Nn1SU/s1600-h/DSC00580--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346735892857210066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNr92GVxNI/AAAAAAAABDI/2b08O3Nn1SU/s400/DSC00580--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNr9omgKYI/AAAAAAAABDA/aXexu6PmV94/s1600-h/DSC00581--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346735889234012546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNr9omgKYI/AAAAAAAABDA/aXexu6PmV94/s400/DSC00581--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNr9Q0XmII/AAAAAAAABC4/ibvXpRU0TiU/s1600-h/DSC00585--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346735882849720450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNr9Q0XmII/AAAAAAAABC4/ibvXpRU0TiU/s400/DSC00585--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346735226059056850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNrXCFRZtI/AAAAAAAABCw/0V9E3J68NMo/s400/DSC00605--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNrPrZSFzI/AAAAAAAABCo/JysH7RneMVQ/s1600-h/DSC00591--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346735099709888306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNrPrZSFzI/AAAAAAAABCo/JysH7RneMVQ/s400/DSC00591--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNrPW1FjMI/AAAAAAAABCg/3T2bvtVpsi0/s1600-h/DSC00603--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346735094189362370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNrPW1FjMI/AAAAAAAABCg/3T2bvtVpsi0/s400/DSC00603--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNrPJOKX6I/AAAAAAAABCY/eIE8uWBBPQM/s1600-h/DSC00587--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346735090536439714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNrPJOKX6I/AAAAAAAABCY/eIE8uWBBPQM/s400/DSC00587--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNrO_d-BhI/AAAAAAAABCQ/p-CTyTTzGms/s1600-h/DSC00601--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346735087918384658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNrO_d-BhI/AAAAAAAABCQ/p-CTyTTzGms/s400/DSC00601--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNrOt2c0bI/AAAAAAAABCI/hwX0KL9S3gk/s1600-h/DSC00602--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346735083189227954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNrOt2c0bI/AAAAAAAABCI/hwX0KL9S3gk/s400/DSC00602--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346734557041418274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNqwFzCYCI/AAAAAAAABBo/mRu9Gp4UNtg/s400/DSC00595--.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346734555041558338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNqv-WO70I/AAAAAAAABBg/FiCvnm9H50s/s400/DSC00594--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNqwkawEXI/AAAAAAAABCA/yDnP0v5qUGc/s1600-h/DSC00598--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346734565261054322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNqwkawEXI/AAAAAAAABCA/yDnP0v5qUGc/s400/DSC00598--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNqwSSABhI/AAAAAAAABB4/2Sxp83OfCXg/s1600-h/DSC00597--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346734560392513042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNqwSSABhI/AAAAAAAABB4/2Sxp83OfCXg/s400/DSC00597--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNqwRdnjfI/AAAAAAAABBw/SNxc4DP-gXo/s1600-h/DSC00596--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346734560172805618" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNpK5jORiI/AAAAAAAAA_4/ps3bwbDGP8Q/s400/DSC00629--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNpKXKfkrI/AAAAAAAAA_w/uT0N-mKe3yI/s1600-h/DSC00628--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346732809356546738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNpKXKfkrI/AAAAAAAAA_w/uT0N-mKe3yI/s400/DSC00628--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNpKWsW-MI/AAAAAAAAA_o/F42iTC1fD1o/s1600-h/DSC00627--.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346732809230153922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNpKWsW-MI/AAAAAAAAA_o/F42iTC1fD1o/s400/DSC00627--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;day three: last pic before we head back to sg! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346732824154580722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNpLOSnpvI/AAAAAAAABAI/G2lTKAI7Fss/s400/DSC00634--.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; watersports peeks are in the waterproof disposable camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we've not yet developed the pictures. hhehe. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves, eli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-3652565427971407596?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3652565427971407596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3652565427971407596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/06/bintan-trip.html' title='bintan trip'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SjNvjcG_pDI/AAAAAAAABGw/ykB2iyI0Nz4/s72-c/DSC00511--.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3629964600676259816</id><published>2009-06-13T14:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:36:54.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marcus leaving.</title><content type='html'>'i just know only tmr night. need your printer for the last time.'&lt;br /&gt;i'd just received it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pending and awaiting for your confirmation,&lt;br /&gt;and the day finally came- tmr night.&lt;br /&gt;although i knew it long ago,&lt;br /&gt;its a sonner or later thing.&lt;br /&gt;although i knew it,&lt;br /&gt;that most likely it would be this week.&lt;br /&gt;i was praying that it would be next,&lt;br /&gt;but its tmr night, its terror.&lt;br /&gt;we had spent almost the whole of last week hanging out,&lt;br /&gt;and i thought, we could spend this week liddat too.&lt;br /&gt;but i was down with a fever since last sat,&lt;br /&gt;and pathetically, losing my voice since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;meeting up would be ideal, but i cant speak.&lt;br /&gt;i know you wont be gone forever,&lt;br /&gt;but its fcuking looooooooong; 2 years 8 months to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll be back in december,&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll welcome me over anytime for holiday,&lt;br /&gt;i know you will.&lt;br /&gt;and i know its not like we meet up everytime when ya in town,&lt;br /&gt;i know you always complain im never free to meet up,&lt;br /&gt;and when things like this happen,&lt;br /&gt;im always free and meeting up frequently.&lt;br /&gt;i know all these, i know!&lt;br /&gt;i just hate this kinda feeling, of not having a &lt;s&gt;friend&lt;/s&gt;, brother there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back to how we gotta know each other;&lt;br /&gt;when i wear that pathetic round frame spectacles,&lt;br /&gt;with my curly hair all bun up, fringe-less, in a wavy ponytail,&lt;br /&gt;in my white and grey uniform.&lt;br /&gt;when you were a lil bigger size than now,&lt;br /&gt;indulging in basketball at west coast community,&lt;br /&gt;in your all green uniform.&lt;br /&gt;i remember how good you were at your basketball,&lt;br /&gt;how you taught a skinny freak like me [once] to do three-pointers.&lt;br /&gt;how in the past, the three of us hung out,&lt;br /&gt;and the 7eleven mashed potato was my only meal for d day,&lt;br /&gt;how you guys tried to scare me at the playground till i almost cried,&lt;br /&gt;how you guys carry and swing me to the shallow pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough, stop emoing. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;least, you're going away for your own good,&lt;br /&gt;and im definitely happy bout that.&lt;br /&gt;without a brother around to call me a clumsy ass,&lt;br /&gt;to drive and do normal turns at sharp degree,&lt;br /&gt;and disturbing my babytalks,&lt;br /&gt;im smiling. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, your parents are going over w ya.&lt;br /&gt;you'd not yet find a place to stay.&lt;br /&gt;w the visa just confirmed,&lt;br /&gt;and that the term is starting this month,&lt;br /&gt;its definitely a rush.&lt;br /&gt;hope ya'll be fine and wont be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;definitely, i will miss you, m.&lt;br /&gt;5 years of bro and sis, loves.&lt;br /&gt;seeya in december!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; be careful of swine!! heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-3629964600676259816?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3629964600676259816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3629964600676259816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/06/marcus-leaving.html' title='marcus leaving.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2044686016316945029</id><published>2009-06-11T16:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:35:31.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>eli is turning VOICELESS soon.&lt;br /&gt;bby is in camp, doing his reservice.&lt;br /&gt;which adds up to me, having a terrible time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. throat hurts&lt;br /&gt;2. can't even have a short chat with bby&lt;br /&gt;3. throat is killing me&lt;br /&gt;4. i feel like a mute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more elaboration on pt 4;&lt;br /&gt;i was cabbing home from work earlier.&lt;br /&gt;and while directing the uncle halfway,&lt;br /&gt;my voicebox ran away.&lt;br /&gt;i can only point left/right.&lt;br /&gt;retarded, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quotes from the kiddos today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first: DYLAN -mr handsome [like 90% ivan lookalike? behavior too.]&lt;br /&gt;dylan: tchr, what happen to your voice?&lt;br /&gt;i smiled.&lt;br /&gt;d: isit cause you talk too much? must drink more water.&lt;br /&gt;me: cause i always shout!&lt;br /&gt;d: must drink more water ok [he keeps repeating].&lt;br /&gt;me: yes ok. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;d: later you go home sleep and at night, go and catch your voice back.&lt;br /&gt;trust me, my reaction is the same as anyone of you now. ?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second: DENIS - looks like pris when she's sleeping. lol.&lt;br /&gt;denis: what happen to your voice?&lt;br /&gt;me: missing.&lt;br /&gt;denis: huh?&lt;br /&gt;me: my voice went missing.&lt;br /&gt;denis: why? how your voice went missing?&lt;br /&gt;me: i dont know. go asked dylan. he asked me to catch my voice when im asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint they awesome and swweeeet?&lt;br /&gt;the k2s keep offering to help me and looking after the young ones.&lt;br /&gt;cause i cant really speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before this terrible voiceless thingy,&lt;br /&gt;i was down w all the symptoms of swine.&lt;br /&gt;bby brought me to s'rgoon north/garden [i always got confused] to this 24 hr clinic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doc: how are you?&lt;br /&gt;me: sick, terrible flu.&lt;br /&gt;doc: cough?&lt;br /&gt;me: yes.&lt;br /&gt;doc: sorethroat?&lt;br /&gt;me: on the way.&lt;br /&gt;doc: fever?&lt;br /&gt;me: i donno.&lt;br /&gt;he used the thermometer and waited for it to beep after placing it in my earhole.&lt;br /&gt;BEEP and he literally exclaimed upon looking at the temperature: 38.6 °C and you dont even know you're having a fever?!&lt;br /&gt;me: am i having swine?&lt;br /&gt;doc: did you travel recently?&lt;br /&gt;me: a month ago, indo.&lt;br /&gt;doc: in touch w sick person?&lt;br /&gt;me: so far im the first among all.&lt;br /&gt;doc: oh. dont worry. shouldnt be, just a very bad flu.&lt;br /&gt;he then checked my heartbeat etc and said: its all normal. dont worry.&lt;br /&gt;the medicine i got for fever and cough is terrible.&lt;br /&gt;he gave me cough syrup; like those you can easily get from the pharmacist.&lt;br /&gt;he gave me paracetamol pills for fever. might as well take my panadols from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ps: i'd finished my cough syrup and im still not well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going back to my doc, who knows i dont tk cough syrup.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; i'd been sick eversince saturday!! kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; ive tons of pictures to upload.&lt;br /&gt;1. getaway peeks.&lt;br /&gt;2. all other random peeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will promise this blog aint gonna be wordy any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2044686016316945029?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2044686016316945029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2044686016316945029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/06/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-6929465127680177895</id><published>2009-06-04T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T22:18:28.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEZUAL (:</title><content type='html'>as i'd said in one of my earlier posts, im addicted to online shopping.&lt;br /&gt;well, i came by this blogshop; &lt;a href="http://kezual.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;KEZUAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;it offers different variety, style which i believe, caters to different categories of babes [cutie pies, casual wear, youngsters, office ladies, formal wear, party animals].&lt;br /&gt;it has tops, bottoms, jackets/sweaters and my favorite? DRESSES! of course! eli is a dressy girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;omg, i tell you. i liked 85% of their dresses!&lt;br /&gt;from the formal wear to the office style, from the clubbing clothes to the casual wear!!&lt;br /&gt;sad enough, if i bought all the clothes that i liked without thinking bout' practicability,&lt;br /&gt;practicability as in; im no longer a clubbing freak and those silky top, i just can't get a chance to wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; im no longer a heels girl- slippers, sandals, birks. [though i cant simply take my eyes off those gorgeous heels when i happened to see and how do i resist the temptation? lingerie! (: clever eli.]&lt;br /&gt;so if i bought them, the destiny of the clothes will be like my collection on heels.&lt;br /&gt;in the shoe cabinet, collecting dust.&lt;br /&gt;and that's not the destiny i wanna these clothes to have.&lt;br /&gt;they're too pretty and i just cant bear to allow them to collect dust. thoughtful eli! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my choice? CASUAL WEAR!!&lt;br /&gt;ive bought 3 dresses from this blogshop.&lt;br /&gt;and all had arrived in a good state. (:&lt;br /&gt;honestly speaking, i like the service, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD SERVICE I SAY&lt;/span&gt; and the promises that they made. the bonus that top off the items that i liked [which explains this recommendation!]&lt;br /&gt;peeps who know me knows that i go for SERVICE.&lt;br /&gt;and what's left to say? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;it has it all.&lt;/span&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, talking bout' this, ive just bought, on the behalf of sw, a vs bag.&lt;br /&gt;and the girl left me her contact no.&lt;br /&gt;emailed her, text her, called her. NO REPLY AT ALL!!!&lt;br /&gt;or well, to be fair to her, REPLY ONCE IN A BLOODY BLUE MOON!!&lt;br /&gt;irritating or not? fcuking freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends, it doesnt harm you by just checking out the blogshop.&lt;br /&gt;its really cool, esp the service. THUMBS UP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-6929465127680177895?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6929465127680177895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6929465127680177895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/05/kezual.html' title='KEZUAL (:'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-8590695647383509652</id><published>2009-06-03T19:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:39:48.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jo e pig.</title><content type='html'>i just blogged like minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;but i gotta blog bout' my new pet; jo e pig. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: this is like literally e 85% of our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says:if i tell u what we will be doing, u will be super tempted.&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says:cause we'll be heading to lido i think for canele cakes!&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: OMG RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: both you and me have sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: tempted or not?&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: heheheh. im so evil.&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: babe?&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: haha&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: sorry babw&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: was away&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: a colleague came back&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: oh.&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: omg&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: you wanna come? come la..&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: CANELE&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: my favvvvvvvvvvvvvvv&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: hahah&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: omg omg omg&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: SEE IM RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: i smell a pig.&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: COME LAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You have just sent a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: u smell a WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: hahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: kns&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: how about, im talking to a pid?&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: *Pig&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: haha&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: so evil&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: how can tempt ppl like that&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: hahah&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: okok&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: i msg u to confirm&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: dont gimme that la&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: i lock up the office first&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: forever one.&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: haha&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: OEI&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: YOU CALL ME WHEN YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR OFFICE IMMEDIATELY&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: I DONT CARE.&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: HAHAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: wah&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: like that ah&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: YES.&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: haha&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: okok&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: ok!&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: NO MSG AH&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: CALL&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: i go shut comps and check the office&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: haha&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: PRESS ******** and DIAL&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: hahha&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: yes my dear AH NIA&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: kns&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: hahha&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: lol&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: k&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: lol&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: byebye, tk care!!&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: loggin off !&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: ok dok&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: tata ah nia dearest&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: LOL&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ winks: Play "Pig"&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: see yourself dancing?&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: lol&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: EH last warning for the pig&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: k la, go and lock ur office and call me quick!&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: haha&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: okay!&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: will be waiting for your call, pig.&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: bye babe&lt;br /&gt;b0ttledstårs™ says: loves&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: EH&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: bye evil&lt;br /&gt;Jolene says: bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wanna do assignment.&lt;br /&gt;stop whining eli, GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-8590695647383509652?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8590695647383509652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8590695647383509652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/06/jo-e-pig.html' title='jo e pig.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-6544684310300340819</id><published>2009-06-03T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T19:12:59.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>im trying to do the individual term paper for the module; educational psychology.&lt;br /&gt;the deadline is friday, 5 june.&lt;br /&gt;and here i am blogging away.&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont even feel like doing the bloody term paper.&lt;br /&gt;can i just copy what i had in my prev post and submit?&lt;br /&gt;im outta my mind.&lt;br /&gt;ive been dilly-dallying bout doing this assignment.&lt;br /&gt;from the sunday before, to last sunday.&lt;br /&gt;and told bby that i have the whole week to do.&lt;br /&gt;and from monday to ytd, and to now.&lt;br /&gt;pathetic or not, i totally have no mood at all!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just or at least, finish half of d assignment,&lt;br /&gt;and will deal with the remaining half tmr.&lt;br /&gt;im just thinking aloud, so pardon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be off later for a sweet treat later!&lt;br /&gt;-insert my super wide greedy smile- HOHOHOHO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish you'll be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-6544684310300340819?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6544684310300340819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6544684310300340819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-9206030210524336976</id><published>2009-06-03T01:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:36:22.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misses dearly</title><content type='html'>10 things running in my head now;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. your voice.&lt;br /&gt;2. your hugs.&lt;br /&gt;3. your kisses.&lt;br /&gt;4. the gentleness you used to share.&lt;br /&gt;5. the shyness i used to detest.&lt;br /&gt;6. that retarded yet cute cheeky smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;7. the way you care.&lt;br /&gt;8. your touch.&lt;br /&gt;9. your smell.&lt;br /&gt;10. the ultimate cheese which you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im thinking of someone right now, at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;GUESS! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bby, i miss you so bad; i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having breakouts.&lt;br /&gt;my upper lips seems to be getting thinner each day.&lt;br /&gt;my nose seems to be getting flatter.&lt;br /&gt;my face is getting rounder.&lt;br /&gt;and im getting FATTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-9206030210524336976?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/9206030210524336976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/9206030210524336976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/06/misses-dearly.html' title='misses dearly'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-8028682091204773043</id><published>2009-06-02T16:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:47:24.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>verbal diarrhea; a prayer for the stressed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;FYI: A POST OF VERBAL DIARRHEA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is just not perfect;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or just cause im a perfectionist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;seems like nothing has all been smoothsailing for me, recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im totally&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stressed out&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ive yet marked my april worksheets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. the april worksheets are not ready to send home for d parents,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. ive not completed my may worksheets,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. i havent been doing my lesson plans since march,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. ive yet prepared the worksheets for this month,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. june is the end of term 2 and portfolios for 2 classes.,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. i hafta do developmental checklist for 2 classes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. i hafta do progress checklist for 2 classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hafta do the work of a form teacher for k1 when im just a subject teacher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it leaves me no time for my form class; N2 !(HRY#$(@#&amp;amp;(!)#*$)@!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luckily ive sokwei with me, and she's helping me out without any complains; thanks lovee! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there're like DOZENS of assignments to be done for one friggin' module; educational psychology.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. individual assignment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gotta write a term paper on any one to three topics that i'd learnt in this module or any one or three readings that i had done in this module; and hafta answer some of the qns stated on the paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- the only thing i can remember is bitching bout other lecturers and collecting money from students[des, if you're reading this, don't curse me. lol].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- complimenting oneself and wanting people to kiss your ass.&lt;img class="gl_bold" alt="Bold" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: How has this topic or have these topics informed you as a practitioner in the ECH field?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A: Im sad to say that in this ECH field, there're bitches like you who bitch round ALL DAY. To me, nothing matters more than the interest of the children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: Why is/are this topics of significance to you as a trainee teacher now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A: Are you implying that bitching is significant or necessary for a teacher? I believe in portraying myself in a professional image in front of both parents and children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do I have to gain in bitching bout' my other colleagues in front of parents or children? To curry favor? Kiss my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh please! Pathetic image of self and the school is seen in the eyes of the parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; it proves that ive no sense of security and confident bout' myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: What are some of the implications of such a topic/s for you in terms of your practice?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A: To keep my mouth shut and smile, just like how you can never judge a book by its cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q: How will this new knowledge impact you now and in future?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A: Not to bitch bout' anyone in my own profession. People will see how pathetic and insecure I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;Group Presentation&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [its over, so i'll not complain nor talk bout' it.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Group Project: Academic Term Paper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its all bout' doing a video critique. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not as thou' im doing my bachelors nor a critic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'd just done a killer art critique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why does the presentation has a pathetic 15% of the overall marks and since its only 15%, why must we present it? worst, ROLEPLAY! yeh, fuck man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just put all the marks in the term paper man! or just put all the marks in the god damn pathetic presentation!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, i dont wanna complain bout the presentation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;next thing, involvin' parents and community is next. [same lecturer, bloody hell!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the two babes are deferring their module, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its either i stay or i defer the module w em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i choose to stay cause 1, i dont wanna waste my time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2, night classes will kill me. i will kill myself during DAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since its the same lecturer, tons of assignments too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;right, something cool that i'd got in school that day to end my rantings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A Prayer for the Stressed!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grant me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the courage to change the things i cannot accept,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the wisdom to hide the bodies of those people i had to kill today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because they pissed my off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and also, help me to be careful of the toes i step on today, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as they may be connected to the ass that i may have to kiss tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;help me to always give 100% at work;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12% on mondays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23% on tuesdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40% on wednesdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20% on thursdays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and 50% on fridays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And help me to remember,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when im having a really bad day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it seems that people are trying to piss me off,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that it takes 42 muscles to frown and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only 4 muscles to extend my middle finger and tell em to bite me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342663392906635554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SiT0DJiu6SI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/X5ZE7vzOlko/s400/Middle-Finger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves, eli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-8028682091204773043?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8028682091204773043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8028682091204773043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/06/verbal-diarrhea-prayer-for-stressed.html' title='verbal diarrhea; a prayer for the stressed.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SiT0DJiu6SI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/X5ZE7vzOlko/s72-c/Middle-Finger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3401650645983433576</id><published>2009-05-30T17:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:27:50.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;/3</title><content type='html'>im trying, and im tired.&lt;br /&gt;its nothing.&lt;br /&gt;im trying hard, harder,&lt;br /&gt;im tired,&lt;br /&gt;it changes nothing,&lt;br /&gt;you thought im still the same.&lt;br /&gt;ive tried to hide d choking voice,&lt;br /&gt;with tears in those weary eyes,&lt;br /&gt;still, it ends with a nasty bye.&lt;br /&gt;my phone lies beside, as quiet as can be,&lt;br /&gt;a call back that awaits, i thought,&lt;br /&gt;but i know, we'd long kissed the good old days goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;so, with a fluttery heart and mind,&lt;br /&gt;closed my eyes and prayed to get some sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like my mind can't stop,&lt;br /&gt;memories and tears last me thru' the night.&lt;br /&gt;finally when i managed to have some peace,&lt;br /&gt;its a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always thinking too much,&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;i just can't help it,&lt;br /&gt;im sorry, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-3401650645983433576?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3401650645983433576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3401650645983433576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/05/3.html' title='&lt;/3'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-98369254344453265</id><published>2009-05-17T23:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:44:32.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;16 May 2009&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, this post is meant for yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;wanna blog bout' my beloved bby!&lt;br /&gt;cause he has been a really sweet and thoughtful love. (:&lt;br /&gt;he accompanied me till real late ytd [2+]; which explains why i didnt blog and i was too tired to on my lappy/desktop. so just typed everything out in hp and literally copy it in here now!&lt;br /&gt;to some people, it maybe still early,&lt;br /&gt;but for me, its late!&lt;br /&gt;WHY? cause bby gotta wake up early the next day and go to punggol to fly his heli.&lt;br /&gt;and he needa get enough sleep if not, lose of concentration will risk his chances of colliding his heli, which will costs mini 100 for the repair and damages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, went ps to shop around with bby.&lt;br /&gt;went la senza and quite disappointed; cause amongst all the lingerie,&lt;br /&gt;i think there's only one piece that looks good.&lt;br /&gt;the rest looks rather sloppy and auntie, or should i say,&lt;br /&gt;not the kind i would like.&lt;br /&gt;bought a stitch photo album [got cheated!].&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that,&lt;br /&gt;went to pick rufus and jo up and headed to jln kayu for beancurd.&lt;br /&gt;efren came down and went fishing at upp seletar reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;like the first time i'd been there,&lt;br /&gt;it turns out to be macdonald supper picnic!&lt;br /&gt;we ate like hungry hamsters. (:&lt;br /&gt;don't be surprised that mac actually delivers there cause it delivers there before too.&lt;br /&gt;when ros [if that's how its spelled] was there and caught a cricket?&lt;br /&gt;and the dudes used that as a bait? lol.&lt;br /&gt;even though the bag of baits dropped into the water,&lt;br /&gt;they used the lure [lightstick can be a lure too, according to efren. but it didnt managed to lure any fish] and seems like there's a fish on bait [when the bell rings],&lt;br /&gt;by the time rufus reached for efren's fishing rod and to reel it back, which is just in front of us,&lt;br /&gt;the fish swam away. see what i mean by hungry hamsters? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;and im happily singing all the nursery rhymes, [1, 2, 3, 4, 5; fishes, fishes in the sea, twinkle twinkle lil star etc]&lt;br /&gt;a 24/7 preschool teacher yeh? *wide grins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right, linked to work.&lt;br /&gt;my beloved asher boy fell in school last friday!!&lt;br /&gt;and had a terrible wound on his lips!&lt;br /&gt;SUPER HEARTPAIN!! :(&lt;br /&gt;when the bleeding stops, i can visibily see the wound [like part of the lips had fell out].&lt;br /&gt;almost cried when i saw that.&lt;br /&gt;well, i did- in bby's car when he picked me up from work.&lt;br /&gt;can't help worrying and wondering how's he, sighs.&lt;br /&gt;the hope of him promoting to playgroup is slight.&lt;br /&gt;wonder what the parents' reaction will be when they saw the wound.&lt;br /&gt;i left before the parents came cause bby was waiting for me outside my work.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, he will be fine and see him back in school on monday!&lt;br /&gt;FYI: ASHER IS ONLY 17 MONTHS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; appreciate bby's effort to stay up late cause i know he's alr tired and still gotta wake up early for his heli the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; happy that bby gonna download games for me to play on his iphone! [his iphone is still in the same condition when you'd just bought it, the boring functions. and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; no interest to do anything to his phone cause he believes that he can happily live with just msging and calling. after he had seen how engrossed i am playing with efren's iphone and telling him how i enjoyed myself when im playing my colleague's iphone, he agreed that he'll download games for me! HOOOORRRAYY!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt; i just love my bby boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: ive finally finished my art critiques!&lt;br /&gt;p.ps: thanks marcus for accompanying me for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;p.p.ps: getaway trip will be updated soon with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-98369254344453265?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/98369254344453265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/98369254344453265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday.html' title='saturday.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-1735318221314283809</id><published>2009-05-14T01:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:49:22.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetdream</title><content type='html'>i had a really sweet dream last night;&lt;br /&gt;and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;bless me w more tonight,&lt;br /&gt;seeyou in my dreams. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-1735318221314283809?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1735318221314283809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1735318221314283809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweetdream.html' title='sweetdream'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-4494930349933636871</id><published>2009-05-07T17:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T01:16:51.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>webcam w bby &lt;3</title><content type='html'>according to bby, TCS [talk cock session].&lt;br /&gt;its fun webcam-ing with bby love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;irritating bby put me on webcam with the cow coinbank that i'd bought for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SgK0E_8FrMI/AAAAAAAAA-g/DHE8YJdtV9E/s1600-h/webcam+1-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333022906736028866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SgK0E_8FrMI/AAAAAAAAA-g/DHE8YJdtV9E/s400/webcam+1-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;up next was, 'talk to my hand' ironman. lol, it costs like 200+? lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335358393895285506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SgsAMPmG8wI/AAAAAAAAA_I/fisTII967Q8/s400/webcam2-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simply adorable.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335358127307446290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sgr_8uenWBI/AAAAAAAAA-4/6xpfxopl550/s400/webcam+3-.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;silly silly him. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335357913922949730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sgr_wTjyUmI/AAAAAAAAA-w/7XxNwvIKQdo/s400/webcam4-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happily clapping his hands while disturbing me. should i cry or laugh? lmao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335357650128451330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Sgr_g82RtwI/AAAAAAAAA-o/yMHpWCcOYFA/s400/webcam5-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ISNT THIS SUPER SUPER ADORABLE?? [THE PIC, NOT THE PIG] omg, it rhymes. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SgKz9m2hA1I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ypFogDeydKI/s1600-h/webcam6-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333022779742683986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SgKz9m2hA1I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ypFogDeydKI/s400/webcam6-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love my sweeeeeeeeet bby boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's simply adorable.. lovelove. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves, eli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-4494930349933636871?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4494930349933636871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4494930349933636871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/05/webcam-w-bby-3.html' title='webcam w bby &lt;3'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SgK0E_8FrMI/AAAAAAAAA-g/DHE8YJdtV9E/s72-c/webcam+1-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2649204131413235475</id><published>2009-05-07T01:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T01:10:49.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-bintan</title><content type='html'>if you've been paying attention to my previous post,&lt;br /&gt;i'd mentioned bout planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, its planned and its happening this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;the initial plan was sw and me.&lt;br /&gt;but colleagues are joining.&lt;br /&gt;better off with sw and me thou, we both agreed.&lt;br /&gt;afraid of restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish its a weekend with beloved.&lt;br /&gt;gonna miss him, i know i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2649204131413235475?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2649204131413235475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2649204131413235475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/05/pre-bintan.html' title='pre-bintan'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2279807821482733311</id><published>2009-05-04T23:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T00:09:35.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHOCKOFMYLIFE.</title><content type='html'>ha! ive got a SHOCK of my LIFE today and im SO gonna blog bout' it.&lt;br /&gt;fuck and scary, i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking to the main road after work today.&lt;br /&gt;as my center is located in a club, if you ever been to one,&lt;br /&gt;you've to walk a certain distance to the main road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was texting bby that ive just ended work and when i looked straight front ahead,&lt;br /&gt;within split second, i saw an aged uncle fell down, just like that; some distance away.&lt;br /&gt;i literally stood still, without moving.&lt;br /&gt;when ive realised the uncle had fell down, i thought that it was just a normal fall with bruises.&lt;br /&gt;thought that maybe i can just continue walking.&lt;br /&gt;but hell no! standing still, i saw the uncle having difficulty standing up, trying to use as much strength as he could- with his head, limbs etc.&lt;br /&gt;the poor uncle couldn't get up. i was like fuck, how?&lt;br /&gt;for a moment, i just wanna continue walking but i know i simply can't.&lt;br /&gt;i ran up to him, with a heavy shoulder bag, and lappy in my hands [HEAVY!] to check if he's alright.&lt;br /&gt;he's mumbling and i couldnt hear.&lt;br /&gt;i told him to lie down and not to move and i will get help.&lt;br /&gt;when i managed to see his face, fuck, its bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;BLOOD ON THE FLOOR WHERE HE FELL!&lt;br /&gt;shitty and i know i can't possibly have the strength to help him out,&lt;br /&gt;i ran to the club personnel, receptionist thingy,&lt;br /&gt;and was catching my breath while telling this club uncle about it.&lt;br /&gt;he was like, eh? then asked few qns, repeated myself and he turned to his colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;luckily there's this younger guy who's there and after i told him,&lt;br /&gt;he ran out of the counter and headed to the location.&lt;br /&gt;i was walking back to the court and the club uncle [whom ive spoke to earlier] was jogging,&lt;br /&gt;and i walked faster than him? lmao.&lt;br /&gt;when the younger looking guy saw the injuries, shouted to the club uncle for a first aid kit.&lt;br /&gt;he's still happily jogging towards the casualty and the guy looked pissed and shouted louder.&lt;br /&gt;the club uncle u-turned back and headed for the first aid kit, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;i approached them to see if they need any help, but the guy says its okay, they can handle it.&lt;br /&gt;so i just walked away and headed to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the way to school, i was thinking,&lt;br /&gt;hey! im bloody a first aid trained personnel and why didnt i stay and help?&lt;br /&gt;who knows if any of the club pple are trained in first aid or anyway?&lt;br /&gt;at least im trained! but its childcare first-aid trained. its still FIRST AID TRAINED.&lt;br /&gt;but on second thought, the trainer did not talk about what to do if the casualty's face is bleeding [except nosebleed].&lt;br /&gt;we hafta lift the bleeding limb to avoid loss of blood.&lt;br /&gt;am i supposed to tilt the head?&lt;br /&gt;shit, im retarded.&lt;br /&gt;luckily, i did not walk away.&lt;br /&gt;who knows what may happen? he is around his 60s-70s i think?&lt;br /&gt;fractured limbs or anything!&lt;br /&gt;nobody may walk in and he might not hve been found.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully, the uncle is well taken care of and had received the medical attention needed.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should called an ambulance? but what if those blood are just bruises?&lt;br /&gt;to be exact, i didnt manage to get a good look on his injuries.&lt;br /&gt;but for what i know, i saw a small puddle of blood on the floor!&lt;br /&gt;OMGOMGOMG.&lt;br /&gt;was bloody hell stun, shock, scared when i see the blood.&lt;br /&gt;im like ALONE?! looked around and there's practically NO ONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i be ashamed of myself that i did not help, given a first aider or be happy that ive managed to stay calm instead of fainting right beside the uncle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; school's getting better! with great companies, gorgeous ladies!&lt;br /&gt;damn, they just enjoy disturbing me. o.O&lt;br /&gt;when i told em' bout the accident, they gave me the omg face, ya trained?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; im indeed first aid trained, not during my red cross days but just received training this year.&lt;br /&gt;will scan the cert to prove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2279807821482733311?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2279807821482733311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2279807821482733311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/05/shockofmylife.html' title='SHOCKOFMYLIFE.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3673733449288403874</id><published>2009-04-27T22:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:48:11.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23months.</title><content type='html'>its weird talking with someone politely, as in, a friend.&lt;br /&gt;this primary school friend of mine suddenly start a conversation with me,&lt;br /&gt;asking me how life has been etc.&lt;br /&gt;the last time i saw her was like hmm, lemme think.. 9 bloody years ago? lol.&lt;br /&gt;well, australian chinese and its doing degree in commerce in perth, good for you girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;anyway, she hasn't changed a bit!&lt;br /&gt;from what i had seen in her dp on msn, she's still the tan, chubby looking girl that i knew 9 years back. sweet looking girl! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always enjoy shopping with sokwei, a really good shopping partner.&lt;br /&gt;and now, our new, or i say, my new addiction; online shopping. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;it eases my urge in the middle of the night. hoorrrayy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people are saying that im simply INSANE to spend money on lingerie when nobody can see it.&lt;br /&gt;but well, i love it and i simply cant wear cotton undies beneath my beautiful clothes.&lt;br /&gt;beautiful clothes as in, you dressed up when ya out.&lt;br /&gt;what's hiding beneath?&lt;br /&gt;your granny's bra, which simply can see your nippies even thou it has padding?&lt;br /&gt;and your granny's high cut cotton undies?&lt;br /&gt;IMPOSSIBLE!! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TOTALLY IMPOSSIBLE AND YUCKY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; my mummy is grumbling, you spend so much on your lingerie for what?&lt;br /&gt;also no one can tell that its branded or has super nice lace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; sokwei is complaining that im having too many sets of bikini,&lt;br /&gt;its like hmmm, all are been worn once only? lol.&lt;br /&gt;'buy so many for what? its not as though you go tanning/swimming everyday?'&lt;br /&gt;well, what matters most is that i see it, i like it and i love it!&lt;br /&gt;hey! its your boobs and well, puss.&lt;br /&gt;treasure it and pamper it! DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; a victoria secret leopard print bikini and a victoria secret bag were added in to my leopard prints collection! happyhappy eli. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329379253973586082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfXCMfpukKI/AAAAAAAAA9w/4bY_SLzkMqY/s400/cdd1_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;baby, you're my special one.&lt;br /&gt;there can never be another one like you.&lt;br /&gt;i need you, so that i can breathe.&lt;br /&gt;with you in my life, then i'll be able to live.&lt;br /&gt;you're my everything, my sweetheart, my darling.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for staying in my life for 23 months.&lt;br /&gt;there'll be many more months to come and,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna spend all my moments with you;&lt;br /&gt;my laughter and my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY 23 MONTHSARY SWEETHEART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-3673733449288403874?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3673733449288403874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3673733449288403874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/23months.html' title='23months.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfXCMfpukKI/AAAAAAAAA9w/4bY_SLzkMqY/s72-c/cdd1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2122748873598392246</id><published>2009-04-26T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T02:24:58.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overdue pictures.</title><content type='html'>all the overdue and notsooverdue random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;mostly are self-obsessions. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSWCix9xzI/AAAAAAAAA9o/enFOnri00pE/s1600-h/Photo0414ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329049229526419250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSWCix9xzI/AAAAAAAAA9o/enFOnri00pE/s400/Photo0414ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ivan is the cameraman! (: i looked retarded in this pic but i like it! lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSWCubGCoI/AAAAAAAAA9g/NbFThEq4eck/s1600-h/Photo0418ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329049232651717250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSWCubGCoI/AAAAAAAAA9g/NbFThEq4eck/s400/Photo0418ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVq3dJVXI/AAAAAAAAA9I/XtbfJIuz3ho/s1600-h/Photo0348ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329048822759380338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVq3dJVXI/AAAAAAAAA9I/XtbfJIuz3ho/s400/Photo0348ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;big small eye; lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVqvZuVuI/AAAAAAAAA9A/5266-P-I0bI/s1600-h/Photo0382ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329048820597544674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVqvZuVuI/AAAAAAAAA9A/5266-P-I0bI/s400/Photo0382ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVqRHzyHI/AAAAAAAAA84/F6CnOmTKrEs/s1600-h/Photo0392ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329048812469340274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVqRHzyHI/AAAAAAAAA84/F6CnOmTKrEs/s400/Photo0392ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying taking pictures at another view..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329048808812789778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVqDgBQBI/AAAAAAAAA8w/bXDFpxzMfMc/s400/Photo0397ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beloved cayden and pretty faith!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329049226855538578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSWCY1LX5I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/a-tKCyQP6V0/s400/Photo0337.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girls out @ marina square; ages ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVFjcEvAI/AAAAAAAAA8o/vzCjBAjBdZo/s1600-h/Photo0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329048181731015682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVFjcEvAI/AAAAAAAAA8o/vzCjBAjBdZo/s400/Photo0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVFS1XDII/AAAAAAAAA8g/ojHRF4mDvfw/s1600-h/Photo0043ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329048177273670786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVFS1XDII/AAAAAAAAA8g/ojHRF4mDvfw/s400/Photo0043ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;w/o makeup.. first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVFGhd_DI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/VIn9KJDmOhA/s1600-h/Photo0083ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329048173969013810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVFGhd_DI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/VIn9KJDmOhA/s400/Photo0083ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at hair saloon; soft rebonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVFHr1gQI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0Orl_DNjisk/s1600-h/Photo0345ed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329048174280933634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVFHr1gQI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/0Orl_DNjisk/s400/Photo0345ed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a dish at some restaurant @ vivo, forgot the restaurant name, its near the donut thingy though. ordered cause of its name; ps love. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;salad, corn, prawns, whipped, prawns wrapped w bacon and scallop wrapped with bacon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;scallop w bacon tasted weird though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVExa_YPI/AAAAAAAAA8I/MVg0NYxunMo/s1600-h/Photo0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329048168304697586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVExa_YPI/AAAAAAAAA8I/MVg0NYxunMo/s400/Photo0374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329048827038710290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSVrHZauhI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/0UGbyzJRLcE/s400/Photo0373.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves, eli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2122748873598392246?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2122748873598392246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2122748873598392246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/overdue-pictures.html' title='overdue pictures.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfSWCix9xzI/AAAAAAAAA9o/enFOnri00pE/s72-c/Photo0414ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3100040577599089454</id><published>2009-04-26T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:28:11.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328991257484169794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfRhUIGBkkI/AAAAAAAAA8A/AjPkNiu8-Rg/s400/www_globosapiens_net--indonesia--riau--id%3D13932.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&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/9095719978293291841-3100040577599089454?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3100040577599089454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3100040577599089454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/picture.html' title='picture'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SfRhUIGBkkI/AAAAAAAAA8A/AjPkNiu8-Rg/s72-c/www_globosapiens_net--indonesia--riau--id%3D13932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-5591382044055234077</id><published>2009-04-21T15:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:19:36.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random; hott test.</title><content type='html'>received this hott test mail,&lt;br /&gt;and decided to do it since ive like totally nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;uhm, well.. things to do but lazy. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What shade of hair do you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a) Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Out on a date, would you want to:&lt;br /&gt;a) Go to a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b) Go out to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What is your favorite color out of:&lt;br /&gt;a) Baby-Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b) Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Baby-Blue&lt;br /&gt;d) Turquoise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Pick your favorite hobby out of:&lt;br /&gt;a) Talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b) Dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) Taking Long Walks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite Store?&lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;s&gt;Louie&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Louis Vuitton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;b) coach&lt;br /&gt;c) againt all odds? (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite spot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a) hawaii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) London&lt;br /&gt;c) florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. During summer time, you would go to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a) The Beach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Somewhere Cooler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your birthday lies on?&lt;br /&gt;a) January&lt;br /&gt;b) February&lt;br /&gt;c) March&lt;br /&gt;d) April&lt;br /&gt;e) May&lt;br /&gt;f) June&lt;br /&gt;g) July&lt;br /&gt;h) August&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i) September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j) October&lt;br /&gt;k) November&lt;br /&gt;l) December&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Which will you prefer?&lt;br /&gt;a) Chill at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;b) Go out with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite instrument?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a) Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) Bass guitar&lt;br /&gt;c) Drums&lt;br /&gt;d) The Triangle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Name a person of the opposite gender:&lt;br /&gt;Who else but my boyfriend? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Results&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) sexy [5]&lt;br /&gt;2) romantic [5] b, see that? lol.&lt;br /&gt;3) loud [3]&lt;br /&gt;4) determined [2] wtf, determined lesser score than daring?&lt;br /&gt;5) tasteful [7] lol.&lt;br /&gt;6) like being around with people [2] yepyepyep.&lt;br /&gt;7) tan, likes the sun [5] totally TRUE!!!&lt;br /&gt;8) quiet [2] i thought im loud? oh yeh, im loud. quiet? LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;9) crazy [5]&lt;br /&gt;10) eye-catching [5]&lt;br /&gt;11) he's alr my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SCORE: 41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1) a. dark= sexy [5points]&lt;br /&gt;b. light = sweet [2 points]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) a. go&lt;br /&gt;to a&lt;br /&gt;party = playful [2 points]&lt;br /&gt;b. go out to eat = romantic [5 points]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) a. baby-pink = cute [2]&lt;br /&gt;b. yellow = loud [3]&lt;br /&gt;c. baby-blue =&lt;br /&gt;cool [5]&lt;br /&gt;d. turquoise = sexy [5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) a. Talking = active [2]&lt;br /&gt;b.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing =&lt;br /&gt;determined [2]&lt;br /&gt;c. Taking Long Walks = daring [5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) a.&lt;br /&gt;Louis Vuitton = tasteful [7]&lt;br /&gt;b. coach = laid back [2]&lt;br /&gt;c. againt all odds&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;stylish [5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) a. hawaii = you like being around with people [2]&lt;br /&gt;b. London = You are quiet, and like the cold [2]&lt;br /&gt;c. florida = You like&lt;br /&gt;to party! [5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) a. beach = tan, likes the sun [5]&lt;br /&gt;b. somewhere&lt;br /&gt;cooler = pale and original [2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) a. January = popular [5]&lt;br /&gt;b.&lt;br /&gt;February = lovely [2]&lt;br /&gt;c. March = rebellious [5]&lt;br /&gt;d. April = playful [5]&lt;br /&gt;e. May = happy [5]&lt;br /&gt;f. june = chills a lot [5]&lt;br /&gt;g. July = smooth [3]&lt;br /&gt;h. August = fun [5]&lt;br /&gt;i. September = quiet [2]&lt;br /&gt;j. October = out-going&lt;br /&gt;[3]&lt;br /&gt;k. November = pimpin' it [5]&lt;br /&gt;l. December = warm [3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) a.&lt;br /&gt;home = quiet, romantic [5]&lt;br /&gt;b. go out with friends =crazy [5]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) a.&lt;br /&gt;guitar = eye-catching [5]&lt;br /&gt;b. bass-guitar = mellow [2]&lt;br /&gt;c. Drums = crazy&lt;br /&gt;[5]&lt;br /&gt;d. Triangle = simple [2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. This person will fall in LOVE with&lt;br /&gt;you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;SCORES&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP TO 17= LOUSY GET A LIFE MAN&lt;br /&gt;18-20=OKAY&lt;br /&gt;21-35 = Rather HOTT&lt;br /&gt;36+ = ow u burn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;lol. i totally have no idea what kinda test is this.&lt;br /&gt;but i know, this is like once in a million years that i did a quiz like this from email. lol.&lt;br /&gt;-whatever. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; its kinda ridiculous; people less than 17? or even 18-20?&lt;br /&gt;i think they dont even exist, not in my world at least. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh. victoria secrets and leopard prints!&lt;br /&gt;rejoice people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-5591382044055234077?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5591382044055234077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5591382044055234077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/random-hott-test.html' title='random; hott test.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-8276602190528543776</id><published>2009-04-20T22:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:54:44.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bintan?</title><content type='html'>planning;&lt;br /&gt;step 1: successful&lt;br /&gt;step 2: successful&lt;br /&gt;step 3: successful&lt;br /&gt;step 4: successful&lt;br /&gt;last stage: yet to be confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;if its successful, will update more.&lt;br /&gt;praying hard, wohooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, HEADACHE!!&lt;br /&gt;surfing and browsing thru' the webbies,&lt;br /&gt;its totally challenging. =/ brain dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326780674271978514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SeyGzP5lpBI/AAAAAAAAA74/Cswh4Euhk1Y/s400/long_run.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not an easy task while doing a long run;&lt;br /&gt;you never know &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when nor where&lt;/span&gt; will be the finishing line.&lt;br /&gt;no, i will never know what lies within &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;hoping that the history will &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;shoooo negatives.&lt;br /&gt;yes, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt;. im trying;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;try harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im not complaining, just a letout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;still, im happy. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;anyway, went down to meet b for dinner at yck after bedok.&lt;br /&gt;had macdonald @ amk mac, the BIG place.&lt;br /&gt;lol, simple things yet feeling so sweeeeeeeet within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iloveyou, sweetheart!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-8276602190528543776?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8276602190528543776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8276602190528543776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/bintan.html' title='bintan?'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SeyGzP5lpBI/AAAAAAAAA74/Cswh4Euhk1Y/s72-c/long_run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3049878738677026812</id><published>2009-04-13T00:52:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:24:48.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i were a boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;disclaimer: skip this post if you want to;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-for my beloved boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the urge to blog and post this so bad.&lt;br /&gt;went kbox and heard this song randomly,&lt;br /&gt;yet the feelings are so overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="330" width="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8k45LCa72Cw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8k45LCa72Cw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i were a boy; beyonce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many problems, one issue, one sad song;&lt;br /&gt;sweetness within still, surpass everything.&lt;br /&gt;you're one sweet pretty boy ive got.&lt;br /&gt;sweet memories, bitter tears.&lt;br /&gt;people says love is magic,&lt;br /&gt;and with love,&lt;br /&gt;life is a sweet mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, love is magic.&lt;br /&gt;but love, is to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;with smiles and frowns,&lt;br /&gt;to listen and care,&lt;br /&gt;in tender loving ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, is to have you,&lt;br /&gt;one whom i can depend on,&lt;br /&gt;to share the laughter and those tears;&lt;br /&gt;as a partner, a friend, a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, is having memories of us,&lt;br /&gt;the good and the bad,&lt;br /&gt;what make us happy,&lt;br /&gt;and what make us sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with you, it is love,&lt;br /&gt;it is a dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;being in love, by being and loving with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, life will be a sweet mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my dearest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my sweetheart, my baby boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-3049878738677026812?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3049878738677026812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3049878738677026812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/disclaimer-skip-this-post-if-you-want.html' title='if i were a boy'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-5390136907029015799</id><published>2009-04-12T15:09:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:01:08.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TANNING@cafedelmar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;disclaimer: long and wordy post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day/bad day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to work for spring cleaning yesterday morning, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thou its aint my working saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and im gonna work next week too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;looking on the brighter side, aint gonna work on monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its not me trying to find excuse or what or go on mc etc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its no work for ev'ryone! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyway, drying out the toys outdoors etc and the sun was blazing hot, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sw and i can't wait to go TANNING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;jolene was supposed to join us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached sentosa around 2 and headed to cafe del mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to find a good tanning spot and stares all around;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause neither one of us look beach-ready,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all in working attire: no sleeveless and bottoms no shorter than knee-length. lmao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;settled down, ordered our drinks, changed out in the handicapped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ladies was closed and the handicapped toilet totally stink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idk how long we stayed in that stinky hole, and surprisingly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we went in, the sun was real hot and when we're out, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the clouds had blocked the sun. lmao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tanning oil and a stick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ready to tan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3 interesting things that happened during our tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) was told by sw the stares by the bed behind us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i turned over to look, i saw a guy with tattoo on his right side of his body.&lt;br /&gt;poor tattoo done, totally bengbeng. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;worse still, a nipple piercing on his right nipple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i almost threw up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i totally can't stand nipple piercing, esp on bengs. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)we spotted &lt;strong&gt;BANGALAS GAY&lt;/strong&gt;! 2 pairs of them in less than an hour. YUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first pair: hands over another shoulder, whispering to ears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the second pair: holding hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 big guys, hairy, tummy sticking out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;totally YUCK us out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)the bunch of guys beside us has brought a yorkshire!&lt;br /&gt;and the pup is really cute, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hair is all fluffy, guess it went for a swim. lmao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was lying with my back facing up,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted to check my phone for any text etc,&lt;br /&gt;then i saw the yorkshire right infront of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually, we saw the pup when we were smoking the first stick,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it didnt come over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that pup really likes to lick, esp face.&lt;br /&gt;sw agrees that its cute too and for the first time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she played with the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone who knows her knows that she's afraid of dogs.&lt;br /&gt;so the pup is really&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ATTRACTIVE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the owner was nice enough to pass me the leash so that i can play with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really a cute and sweet pup. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**b was so proud of his favorite breed when i told him that sw said its cute. o.O&lt;br /&gt;ahem, while we were walking to cafe del mar, we saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cavalier king charles spaniel&lt;/span&gt; too!&lt;br /&gt;she says it nice!! nannynanny poo poo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323712816872175026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SeGgmcfcNbI/AAAAAAAAA7w/QBs5H0yiFmA/s400/1470849413_0c5022df27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323712815875917266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SeGgmYx6hdI/AAAAAAAAA7o/25PHI3I17kc/s400/untitled00.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323712811262506146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SeGgmHl_dKI/AAAAAAAAA7g/UmY4WcFvj8s/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after tanning for bout 2 hours, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided that the sun is out and gonna go for a swim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mintues after we hit the pool, lightning and raindrops!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so went to rinse ourselves in the ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walked all the way to toilet (cafe del mar 's was closed),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't wanna rinse at cafe del mar cause its totally OPEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it started to rain, real heavy when we're on our way to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;decided not to shower there since my place is near,&lt;br /&gt;so just rinsing off the sand from the hair and bods will do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after rinsing, it was raining cats and dogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dashed out, with my big towel covering both of us and,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ive squeezed my shoulder-carry beach bag into sw's backpackers. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're all drenched!! and my sundress totally see through my bikini. [its white]&lt;br /&gt;water can be squeezed out from it ya know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tried to on-call cab when we're in the toilet but to no valid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surprisingly, nobody is on the cab stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so just board the cab and headed to my place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;showered together and sw nearly fell asleep on the toilet bowl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had a talk after shower, and after that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she went on to packet food for shaun and mom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i prepared to meet b!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dinner and home watching tv,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cause b's having bodyache. lovelove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;results after tan!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;grumbles**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive just turn dark a lil, difference not obvious,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and sw is obvious! and this girl happily rub salt into my wound by saying,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'you everytime tan also liddat one!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LEONG SOK WEI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;#($*!)($*$(&amp;amp;%(#$!)$(%)_#&amp;amp;%)#%(@!)#(@)#$*@!(#(!)(#&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway love, really enjoyed the tanning session w ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AGAIN AGAIN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;when one think that the whole world has fallen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;love gives hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;baby, you're my hope, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;you're really one HOT HOT sweetie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: no pictures were taken cause i forgot to bring my cam. my hand is full of tanning oil so didnt take it with phone also. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-5390136907029015799?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5390136907029015799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5390136907029015799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/tanningcafedelmar.html' title='TANNING@cafedelmar'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SeGgmcfcNbI/AAAAAAAAA7w/QBs5H0yiFmA/s72-c/1470849413_0c5022df27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-6113130260535126657</id><published>2009-04-07T20:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:07:55.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>afresh.</title><content type='html'>we've been through many changes,&lt;br /&gt;and now another change.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i had taken the right step,&lt;br /&gt;its not easy but i will try my very best,&lt;br /&gt;pray that the history will not repeat itself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history can't be erased,&lt;br /&gt;i'll move on as i promised.&lt;br /&gt;the scars that leaves deep marks,&lt;br /&gt;the past which bring nightmares,&lt;br /&gt;its all over as tomorrow will be a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll try and give ev'rything that you want,&lt;br /&gt;for i love you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321934719732661634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SdtPbkd7vYI/AAAAAAAAA7A/2ExYCeZiPUM/s400/Photo0351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ps: happy birthday to dearest mummy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.ps: my boobies are demanding for la senza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pp.ps: tanning soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-6113130260535126657?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6113130260535126657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6113130260535126657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/weve-been-through-many-changes-and-now.html' title='afresh.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SdtPbkd7vYI/AAAAAAAAA7A/2ExYCeZiPUM/s72-c/Photo0351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-6193373469769970577</id><published>2009-04-05T00:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:01:37.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to kill time</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are a Great Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouagoodgirlfriendquiz/great-girlfriend.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to your guy, you're very thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you also haven't stopped thinking of yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect blend of independent and caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a total catch - make sure your guy knows it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodgirlfriendquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Girlfriend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 36% Addicted to Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouaddictedtolovequiz/addicted-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might as well face it, you're a little addicted to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't do anything for love, but sometimes you do more than you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's worth losing your head for - because in the end you'll only lose your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't avoid falling in love. Just make sure you don't get too hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouaddictedtolovequiz/"&gt;Are You Addicted to Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love is Based on Commitment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/commitment.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that love is something that develops and grows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't believe in love at first sight, and you never mistake lust for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is about mutual devotion, respect, and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel comfortable in a relationship, unless you're both in it for the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can last: You don't take commitment lightly - or leave relationships easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why your love can fail: You're so committed, you often can't see the most obvious problems in your relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatisyourlovebasedonquiz/"&gt;What Is Your Love Based On?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Trusting In Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give and take equally in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love is Represented by a White Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatroserepresentsyourlovequiz/white.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you may or may not be totally naive, you do approach love with an eternal innocence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love like you've never been hurt. And you put all your faith in your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your philosophy on love is: be honest and be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatroserepresentsyourlovequiz/"&gt;What Rose Represents Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Would Do Most Things For Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wouldyoudoanythingforlovequiz/love-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to go pretty far for love - but not far enough to compromise your core values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a priority for you, and you'll go further than most people to hold on to someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;But killing for love? Probably out of the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;No matter what, you love yourself the most!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wouldyoudoanythingforlovequiz/"&gt;Would You Do Anything For Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Heart Craves Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;You think of marriage as something that will confine you. You are afraid of marriage.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Type: INFP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/love.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Idealist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you crave a long term, harmonious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;For you, sex doesn't come quickly - it takes time for you to open up.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are supportive, nurturing, and expressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: ENFJ and ESFJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Cappuccino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcoffeegirlareyouquiz/cappuccino.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're fun, outgoing, and you love to try anything new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to have strong opinions on what you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total girly girly at heart - and prefer your coffee with good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type that seems complex to outsiders, but in reality, you are easy to please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcoffeegirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Coffee Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Classic Bikini!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofbikiniareyouquiz/classic-bikini.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the type of gal who looks good in almost any bikini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for the understated look, you don't need a flashy bikini to turn heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbikiniareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bikini Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The PJ's You Are Most Like: Comfortable PJ's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofpjsgirlareyouquiz/comfortable-pjs.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit conservative, traditional, and tend to follow conventions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an understated, easy sexiness that men love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People instantly find comfort in you, and you're a "best friend" to many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofpjsgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of PJ's Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Lace Bra!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/lace-bra.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamy, romantic, and ultra-feminine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a womanly woman who makes guys feel like men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect guy is strong, determined, and handsome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a softer side that only you can draw out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bra Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your True Sign Is Cancer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsignwomanareyoureallyquiz/cancer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cozy&lt;br /&gt;Romantic&lt;br /&gt;Traditional&lt;br /&gt;Ultra-Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Unable to Let Go&lt;br /&gt;The Most Loving Ever&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive and Imaginative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignwomanareyoureallyquiz/"&gt;What Sign Woman Are You, Really?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-6193373469769970577?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6193373469769970577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/6193373469769970577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-kill-time.html' title='to kill time'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-8075698375500593021</id><published>2009-04-04T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T23:54:03.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>speechless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-8075698375500593021?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8075698375500593021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/8075698375500593021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/speechless.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-5723867257819760064</id><published>2009-04-02T18:55:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T21:09:47.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first time. (:</title><content type='html'>b told me that he'll fly his heli and show it to me tday.&lt;br /&gt;well, he did! heh. (:&lt;br /&gt;he started playing with this expensive toy of his like 2 months ago?&lt;br /&gt;and this, today is the first time i saw him fly. hoho.&lt;br /&gt;he's learning how to hover.&lt;br /&gt;i think its SUPERB and GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;but he says is not that good thou.&lt;br /&gt;whatever, i still think its very very good.&lt;br /&gt;its so amazing to me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;the sound is so damn loud can. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;the flying is not long thou;&lt;br /&gt;one batt: $80+ and can only fly for 5 mins 30 seconds. o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: he flies at the multistory carpark near my place. 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(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6c27b538b875b5e4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c27b538b875b5e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330300406%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E6569E57AE8C62D8214D9B8623B0D0C06775B7C.5C4D873657C5569DE4DDDDAE131333EDE13A36DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c27b538b875b5e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_IiZXE1jFtyJhydN8vMMLffrDhM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c27b538b875b5e4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330300406%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E6569E57AE8C62D8214D9B8623B0D0C06775B7C.5C4D873657C5569DE4DDDDAE131333EDE13A36DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c27b538b875b5e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D_IiZXE1jFtyJhydN8vMMLffrDhM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;loves, eli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-5723867257819760064?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6c27b538b875b5e4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5723867257819760064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5723867257819760064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-time.html' title='the first time. (:'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SdS2XjChERI/AAAAAAAAA64/tlfXykIJfTM/s72-c/DSC00487--ed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-472481284855962126</id><published>2009-03-31T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:53:02.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, new skin. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised, many couple have their unhappiness and how much they try to accomodate their partners by giving in, and keeping silent.&lt;br /&gt;talking with closed friends, and hearing from ithers.&lt;br /&gt;i agree, one of the most common thingy is:&lt;br /&gt;guys wanna put down the phone quick,&lt;br /&gt;and girls wanna talk e'vry night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive asked b, am i liddat too?&lt;br /&gt;and he said no.&lt;br /&gt;one thing to prove that im not THAT paranoid. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, his poly days are drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-472481284855962126?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/472481284855962126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/472481284855962126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-new-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-2577489974205385268</id><published>2009-03-16T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:31:43.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uppe over.</title><content type='html'>the deadly assignment is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;a break, finally.&lt;br /&gt;cheers!&lt;br /&gt;new assignment is gonna be up tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gonna rush thru' the whole course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive set up my new wireless printer myself.&lt;br /&gt;my mum is like, 'you sure alvin didnt help ya? my girl really so clever eh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: chimpanzee is a carnivore; loves human babies and eats human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-2577489974205385268?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2577489974205385268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/2577489974205385268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/03/uppe-over.html' title='uppe over.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3605542345915538567</id><published>2009-03-03T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T19:36:51.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHILOSOPHICAL MOMENT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sometimes in life, in this realistic world, in this practical society and political era,&lt;br /&gt;we tend to forget ourselves, people around us and overlook the little things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who has never been childish before?&lt;br /&gt;in a matter of fact, it is part and parcel of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back,&lt;br /&gt;when one is still a child, or an astray teenager during their rebel years,&lt;br /&gt;one always hated to be named or defined, childish.&lt;br /&gt;all children wanna be adults.&lt;br /&gt;all rebels think that nobody has the authority to define them as childish,&lt;br /&gt;they think they are more mature than any other people.&lt;br /&gt;when people of an older generation tried to talk sense,&lt;br /&gt;its generation gap.&lt;br /&gt;i admit, i've been through all these stages [but im still very young okay! (: still a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TEEN!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;it is just that im human again, no longer the nonsensical rebel who ignores every opinion.&lt;br /&gt;its not only just me; people around me, have come to their senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will neither deny the fact that there are peers and loved ones telling me that i'm still young or things like that nor deny that some others said that i had grown up.&lt;br /&gt;im still growing up yo! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;im still learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are still many things i wanna &lt;strong&gt;learn&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;there are many things which i had yet &lt;strong&gt;master&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;there are things which i had yet undestood.&lt;br /&gt;there're infinite amount of things that i wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if aladdin had given me his magic lamp,&lt;br /&gt;a chance to choose, a choice to make, a wish to fulfill,&lt;br /&gt;i wanna be a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;child&lt;/span&gt;, once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never wanna grow up, learn to behave like an adult.&lt;br /&gt;i will be just how i should be, a kiddo.&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the eyes of the children, everything is abstract.&lt;br /&gt;A means apple, with no hidden meanings.&lt;br /&gt;the lives of children, is innocent yet meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;i believe, it is the most &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;beautiful period&lt;/span&gt; in every mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk what had caused me to be so philosophical etc.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its my assignment; philosophy as a preschool educator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-3605542345915538567?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3605542345915538567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3605542345915538567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/03/philosophical-moment.html' title='PHILOSOPHICAL MOMENT.'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-3995628131395294699</id><published>2009-01-22T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:30:31.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dying blog</title><content type='html'>this blog is dying; too busy.&lt;br /&gt;-whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happyeli!&lt;br /&gt;ive got MANY new loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-3995628131395294699?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3995628131395294699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/3995628131395294699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2009/01/dying-blog.html' title='dying blog'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-4568587539386887863</id><published>2008-11-23T22:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:46:32.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pasta mania delivery</title><content type='html'>oh anyway, i thought the pasta will be all soggy as i thought they would come together with the sauce.&lt;br /&gt;they had packet it separately and in plastic containers.&lt;br /&gt;convnient and EASY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271863394959992546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SSlr04D5puI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bqsI44xdLCk/s400/DSC06111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271863400453613346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SSlr1MhrpyI/AAAAAAAAApY/wwyJ9gny6-c/s400/DSC06112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SSlr1kFyd9I/AAAAAAAAApg/DzTXi7yc0UI/s1600-h/DSC06114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271863406779070418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SSlr1kFyd9I/AAAAAAAAApg/DzTXi7yc0UI/s400/DSC06114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271863414339852578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SSlr2AQa2SI/AAAAAAAAApo/yb59QxBwEcw/s400/DSC06115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-4568587539386887863?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4568587539386887863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/4568587539386887863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2008/11/pasta-mania-delivery.html' title='pasta mania delivery'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SSlr04D5puI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bqsI44xdLCk/s72-c/DSC06111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-5092089013631204321</id><published>2008-11-23T22:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T22:35:29.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>end of graduation concert</title><content type='html'>the graduation concert is finally over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the hard work, all the OTs, all the children's effort; all paid off.&lt;br /&gt;im so glad and relieved that the nursery children danced on the actual day itself.&lt;br /&gt;ive watched the video of last year graduation concert and the younger nursery children didnt dance.&lt;br /&gt;well, the teacher-in-charge of nursery 1 and me hafta danced on the stage with them though.&lt;br /&gt;nevermind, the children are cute and as long as they danced, its all worth it! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a finale song: 'les ketchup'.&lt;br /&gt;amongst the three centers, only the kids from our centers practiced.&lt;br /&gt;you should see how our kindergarten children shake, its WOW!&lt;br /&gt;initially our children stood in front and the playgroup teachers of other two centers brought their kids in front of our kids since they're younger.&lt;br /&gt;my colleague said that only our kids had practiced therefore, they should stand in front.&lt;br /&gt;its like, OBVIOUSLY.&lt;br /&gt;you know how painstaking it takes to persuade the boys to shake bum bum,&lt;br /&gt;and how hard it takes to convince them that boys can also shake bum bum.&lt;br /&gt;lmao yes, ALL the children in our centre are very self-conscious of their looks and behaviors. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so so so so PROUD of all the children in our centre.&lt;br /&gt;3 cheers and 3 cheers for our kids,&lt;br /&gt;hip hip HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;hip hip HOORAY!&lt;br /&gt;hip hip HOOOORRAAYYY! *grins all over. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, pictures will be up soon but sadly,&lt;br /&gt;no pictures are taken during the dance.&lt;br /&gt;was toooo busyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been having kinda the same nightmares recently,&lt;br /&gt;its kinda scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unexpectedly, you made me realized why i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i love my sweet sweet baby hun,&lt;br /&gt;you know i do.&lt;br /&gt;kisses all over, xxx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-5092089013631204321?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5092089013631204321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5092089013631204321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-graduation-concert.html' title='end of graduation concert'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-1212181043017132338</id><published>2008-11-18T19:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:22:08.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fulldress rehersal 08</title><content type='html'>rehersal for the year end concert is really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;today was the full dress rehersal at the actual place.&lt;br /&gt;everything is like so messed up;&lt;br /&gt;- aisha was asked to be in charge of the music [short of one teacher, the IMPORTANT one]&lt;br /&gt;- ethan appeared out of nowhere at the place [we didn't bring his costume cos' we thought he'd be at rainbow]&lt;br /&gt;- what had happened is not going to be the same on that day&lt;br /&gt;- there's no sound system for today so no microphone and really loud music [the music is played from aisha's lappy and the pathetic two DESKTOP speakers; this is how we practiced in school. THINK: school compared to a HALL]&lt;br /&gt;- we did not bring the children's clothes for them to change and we didn't know that they'll having their lunch there at another branch&lt;br /&gt;- MOST of the costume are stained with macaroni soup&lt;br /&gt;- the strings for the bells are spoiled; need to redo AGAIN [the children keep pulling]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't imagine how it would be like on the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;like what aisha said; hope the day will come quick and pass fast. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont know what im gonna wear on that day.&lt;br /&gt;there's a dresscode; all black.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, it gotta be comfortable or should i say,&lt;br /&gt;convenient for me to move up down, left right, everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;a nono for heels and thus, i shouldnt wear too formal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compared to the other two centers,&lt;br /&gt;our center girls are SUPER conservative.&lt;br /&gt;the other centers' boys and girls like change together into their costume in public? [by right, the audience area]&lt;br /&gt;our center girls wouldnt change if there are boys and by asking this girl and this boy sit together,&lt;br /&gt;they're shy already.&lt;br /&gt;omg, tell me how adorable can the children in our center be? lmao.&lt;br /&gt;our girls changed in the backstage; boys changed at one end and girls changed at another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: one more lil angel this month; CAYDEN. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;maybe will bring him out for him to choose his present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xmas is coming! can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;prezzies time! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear santa,&lt;br /&gt;things i want for xmas:&lt;br /&gt;blablabla, will let you know again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just order pasta mania delivery. hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST TIME. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves, eli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-1212181043017132338?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1212181043017132338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/1212181043017132338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2008/11/fulldress-rehersal-08.html' title='fulldress rehersal 08'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9095719978293291841.post-5847829879379398072</id><published>2008-11-10T23:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T23:22:15.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b&amp;me 10/11/08</title><content type='html'>havent been uploading pictures of me and b recently eh?&lt;br /&gt;we're like taking few pictures ONCE in dunno how many donkey months.&lt;br /&gt;ahem. so its not that i had been lazy.&lt;br /&gt;lalalas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267048755122875298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SRhQ78_DK6I/AAAAAAAAApA/ca46skXQjwo/s400/DSC05903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SRhQ8IbJHXI/AAAAAAAAApI/_JVbO3nBDSk/s1600-h/DSC05689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267048758193495410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SRhQ8IbJHXI/AAAAAAAAApI/_JVbO3nBDSk/s400/DSC05689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SRhPnxeROHI/AAAAAAAAAo4/NczYC_g3UbM/s1600-h/DSC05693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267047308923582578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SRhPnxeROHI/AAAAAAAAAo4/NczYC_g3UbM/s400/DSC05693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SRhPnUuAPLI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ja-ft0_2uo0/s1600-h/DSC05695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267047301204950194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SRhPnUuAPLI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ja-ft0_2uo0/s400/DSC05695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SRhPm6yebFI/AAAAAAAAAoo/FRqWEfpAojE/s1600-h/DSC05697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267047294244383826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SRhPm6yebFI/AAAAAAAAAoo/FRqWEfpAojE/s400/DSC05697.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SRhPmXXHz0I/AAAAAAAAAog/WfRAv1QjwZU/s1600-h/DSC05696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267047284734414658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SRhPmXXHz0I/AAAAAAAAAog/WfRAv1QjwZU/s400/DSC05696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SRhPmKCHQvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/5NSVF6qd75s/s1600-h/DSC05694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267047281156637426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SRhPmKCHQvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/5NSVF6qd75s/s400/DSC05694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;loves, eli.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9095719978293291841-5847829879379398072?l=bottle-dstars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5847829879379398072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9095719978293291841/posts/default/5847829879379398072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bottle-dstars.blogspot.com/2008/11/b-101108.html' title='b&amp;me 10/11/08'/><author><name>b0ttledstars`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/Su_ZLcnkE0I/AAAAAAAABN8/mLFSg8i5G_4/S220/untitled.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3KgTGGNNTYU/SRhQ78_DK6I/AAAAAAAAApA/ca46skXQjwo/s72-c/DSC05903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
