<?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-10516549</id><updated>2011-11-02T16:50:24.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*A OnE SiDeD feeLiNg*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-7837254407812186225</id><published>2010-07-02T20:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:32:10.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So I just returned from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FTB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 2010 yesterday! I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tired after that and my arms ached like crazy when I got back. Thank goodness I cabbed home after the camp because my bags were super heavy. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;over packed&lt;/span&gt; for the camp thinking I would get really dirty and would need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;multiple&lt;/span&gt; changes of clothing. However, the number required in the packing list was just about right so that resulted in a heavier bag for me. Furthermore, the clothes were wet with sea water and sweat. That pretty much doubled the weight or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEA WATER + SWEAT = UNPLEASANT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as for the camp, it was quite fun I guess. Judging from how prejudiced I am against camps in the first place, it was okay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Games, cheering, hard floors,bad food and dirty toilets. What more do you expect? I guess what really matters is the people you meet and the friendships made. My group had a good mix of people from different schools with different personalities. I guess my own inferiority complex made it difficult for me to make friends at first, but I think it got better. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why it is that I always worry about what other people will think of me, yet I want to be so much more outgoing and fun. The guys in my group were really outgoing and took the lead in most games. They were all really on and took on the most physical burden. I don't know how it is that after all that I'm still aching in my neck, back and arms. In the end, our group did really well for the stations and came in first in the final challenge in our wave. Well done! (: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; saw a few cute guys too but could not ogle so much. Seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;SMU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really makes me quite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; to go back to school. It looks really new and state of the art. And the gym, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I need to totally go there and work out! I have to fully utilise it since I'm paying such high fees, and hopefully lose some weight too! The holidays are really getting to my tummy. :( I seriously cannot believe that I put on weight AFTER the camp! Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WTHeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; seriously? I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know whether my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;FTB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; group will remain friends or what will happen when we see each other in school in the future. When I suggested meeting outside of camp like an outing or something, they weren't so keen or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;enthusiastic&lt;/span&gt; about it. Someone has got take lead to organise it and I'm not sure I want that person to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for the community service briefing which started at 10am. Going out early straight after coming back from camp, I was a little sleepy but managed to stay awake nevertheless. Met Lauren and Lynette there. It was great to see them again since they would need to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;FTB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; too! After the talk we had to sign up for the various &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;CSPs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and pay for our camps. Lauren almost got convinced or sweet talked into joining sports camp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; she found out she needed to undergo a swim test. It was so funny she was like, "I cannot swim at all!". Walking around the booths I signed up for the accountancy, biz and special interest camps! I can't believe I would be going for a grand total of 4 camps altogether, what more coming from someone so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-into camps as me. I guess I have a little bit of changed my attitude towards camps now. After that, Lauren and I ate at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Astons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at Cathay. I had no idea that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Astons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; cheap! I had the Hickory BBQ grilled chicken while Lauren had the T&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;erriyaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, both of which were served cold to us. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I wouldn't say I wont be patronising them anymore because of that but I actually want to try the beef steak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe I should have eaten that instead. Anyway was super full after that and had a great time talking to Lauren even though we see each other so often! We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;swore&lt;/span&gt; to each other to do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Run around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Sentosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;3. Go shopping at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Haji&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lane or some other interesting unconventional shopping spots&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to Dempsey&lt;br /&gt;5. Watch Gossip Girls at either my place or hers! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;XOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my July looks like loads of fun! I think I need a planner like what Lauren and Lynette have so as to not forget all the things I need to do! I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;prolly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just print out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;July's&lt;/span&gt; calender since I've got one from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;FTB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;XOXOXO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-7837254407812186225?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/7837254407812186225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=7837254407812186225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/7837254407812186225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/7837254407812186225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2010/07/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-1773739162243036095</id><published>2010-06-28T20:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:10:10.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to say I do miss school quite a bit. Lauging with friends, going for recess, spying on the guy sitting at the next table and nursing a crush on the teacher. Yes, its these silly frivolous things that I miss. I'm quite sure I've forgot most hardcore academics from school, but I'm excited to begin again. I've chosen to study at SMU doing accountancy and Business. I'm actually still apprehensive, my heart still lies with the sciences and math. I can't help wondering if I made the wrong choice in giving up my place in Chemical Engineering. I just pray that time will tell...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be off to Freshman Camp. Honestly, I find it hard to be excited about it. I'm really just thinking of all the ways in which it can go wrong. I hope we don't end up doing silly retarded activities that put people (ie me) in akward positions. I'm speaking from experience here, I guess its obvious I haven't had positive experiences! After this camp, I'll have 2 more to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALRIGHT! POSITIVITY! FREE YOUR MIND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-1773739162243036095?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/1773739162243036095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=1773739162243036095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/1773739162243036095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/1773739162243036095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2010/06/school.html' title='SCHOOL'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-4827800755264244393</id><published>2010-06-28T20:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:10:24.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Max</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487795499529039762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/TCiQ7mVqb5I/AAAAAAAAANc/TGrznaQDpVc/s320/SDC12002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/TCiQ7mVqb5I/AAAAAAAAANc/TGrznaQDpVc/s1600/SDC12002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Little Honey Buns.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-4827800755264244393?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/4827800755264244393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=4827800755264244393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4827800755264244393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4827800755264244393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2010/06/max.html' title='Max'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/TCiQ7mVqb5I/AAAAAAAAANc/TGrznaQDpVc/s72-c/SDC12002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-6415115604181909624</id><published>2010-05-24T23:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T21:10:36.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is this my first post of 2010? Hopefully I'll blog more often, but not about silly things i hope. So much has happened, yet so little. In a whiz, almost 5 months have passed. I've done so much, yet so little. Again, I hate to look back and think that I have gained so little from junior college, from life. Every moment should be a learning point, and every moment should be a meaningful one, one in which brings value to a person's life. And yet, if you live like me, unconcious of every moment and living as you take each day, there's very little to be satisfied about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working for five months. 2 months in Starhub, 3 at Raffles Hospital. Looking back, I used to complain about the work in Starhub, I work too long hours and do the same boring thing over and over again. Well at least the renumeration was satisfactory. Then after, I left to join Raffles with big dreams in my head, thinking that I was getting closer to Dental School and that a medical attachment would prop me in the right direction. Boy was I misguided, I would have been much better off working in a dental clinic. I was denied over and over opportunities to learn more about medical things and could not enjoy all the benefits that should have come with the attachment. I was relegated to doing general administrative work like reception and cashiering instead. It has now lost its meaning, especially so after I found out that I didnt get accepted into dental school. How very realistic of me. Of course I'm grateful for the experience, for whatever minimal learning I did have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to my 2 months break! I hope I don't spend every waking moment watching telly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-6415115604181909624?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/6415115604181909624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=6415115604181909624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6415115604181909624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6415115604181909624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-3965343020802116343</id><published>2010-02-04T19:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:56:57.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if anyone reads my blog at all seeing that I dont really update it often enough. Its been more than a year now. My life is so boring and monotonous. I hate to be stuck in this kind of mediocracy but I don't know if its in my personality to be so... lacklustre. I dont know, its just that I have never actually tried to make myself stand out, taking leadership positions or joining research or competitions. Never actually consciously making any plans for my future. Somehow I feel most of the time that everyone else has it going for them, and I am the only one stuck in a rut. Of course I have so much to be thankful for and I have to be stop being so inward looking all the time. Self pity, what for? Growing up, I should have found things I love doing, found my idenity and all, but I dont really think I have found anything. Asking myself who I am, what defines me, it just is so frustrating sometimes. I hate to be so wanting everytime. I'm turning 19 this year, omgosh. I havent grown up and matured. I'm not close to my family and dont have many friends. I am thankful that I do have a few close friends whom i know love me for who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having one of those moments again where I fear of being so alone and having such a bla life. From a christian point of view I know that God has plans for me, plans for a hope and future. But I am not sure I have surrendered myself completely at all. Well, I guess doubt makes faith all the more precious. Whats real scary as my cell leader once said, is how God can turn to me and say "I dont know you", because I have not had a relationship with God. Christianity is not a religion, that stung me a couple of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wasnt so caught up in trying to find a job or attachment, I would really love to try find myself a hobby, something I would really enjoy. Take some time to self reflect maybe? I would really love to learn cooking, drawing and doing some exercise someday. My present job really makes me fat. Welcome to working life, or rather, working in a office life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-3965343020802116343?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/3965343020802116343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=3965343020802116343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/3965343020802116343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/3965343020802116343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2010/02/hello.html' title='Hello.'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-7982483500130928912</id><published>2009-02-21T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:31:00.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello my diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first post of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a whirlwind of a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-7982483500130928912?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/7982483500130928912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=7982483500130928912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/7982483500130928912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/7982483500130928912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-my-diary.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-6546106618278726036</id><published>2008-12-22T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:21:28.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Beautiful Love Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Artist(Band):The Afters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away, I feel your beating heart&lt;br /&gt;All alone, beneath the crystal stars&lt;br /&gt;Staring into space, what a lonely face&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to find my place with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;Can I stay for awhile?&lt;br /&gt;On this beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;We'll make everything right&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful love, my beautiful love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larger than the moon, my love for you&lt;br /&gt;Worlds collide as heaven pulls us through&lt;br /&gt;The secret of the world is written in the stars&lt;br /&gt;I'm carrying your heart in mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;Can I stay for awhile?&lt;br /&gt;On this beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;We'll make everything right&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a greater thing will happen&lt;br /&gt;Maybe all will see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe our love will catch like fire&lt;br /&gt;As it burns through me&lt;br /&gt;[3x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;Can I stay for awhile?&lt;br /&gt;On this beautiful night&lt;br /&gt;We'll make everything right&lt;br /&gt;[2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful love&lt;br /&gt;La la la la love&lt;br /&gt;La la la la love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful&lt;br /&gt;La la la la love&lt;br /&gt;La la la la love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is beautiful. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-6546106618278726036?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/6546106618278726036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=6546106618278726036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6546106618278726036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6546106618278726036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/12/beautiful-love-lyrics-artistbandthe.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-74650606515537345</id><published>2008-12-05T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:53:27.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas Is You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to hang my stocking&lt;br /&gt;There upon the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus won't make me happy&lt;br /&gt;With a toy on Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask for much this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wish for snow&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;I won't make a list and send it&lt;br /&gt;To the North Pole for Saint Nick&lt;br /&gt;I won't even stay awake to&lt;br /&gt;Hear those magic reindeers click&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to me so tight&lt;br /&gt;What more can I do&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;baby&lt;br /&gt;All the lights are shining&lt;br /&gt;So brightly everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of children's&lt;br /&gt;Laughter fills the air&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is singing&lt;br /&gt;I hear those sleigh bells ringing&lt;br /&gt;Santa won't you bring me the one I&lt;br /&gt;really need&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please bring my baby to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;This is all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see my baby&lt;br /&gt;Standing right outside my door&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas is you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-74650606515537345?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/74650606515537345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=74650606515537345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/74650606515537345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/74650606515537345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title='All I Want For Christmas Is You'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-2751213981078754015</id><published>2008-12-03T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:19:48.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm really having lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suspicions&lt;/span&gt; about you. If my suspicions are true, come on. Please, my life doesn't revolve around you. You're so childish in that sense. Like HELLO. Its kinda ironic actually, I say I don't and won't care anymore, but here i am getting angry at you, for a reason even I am not sure about. Thats rather a waste of time isn't it? And so draining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ok on to something more..... uplifting? Hahaha. Performance went well, love my friends who came and supported me. Gosh the boys were awesome. My buddy... Zach Chan. I wonder if he will remember me years on, when he grows up. They were so cute! I didn't bring my camera on any of the 3 days of performance. Can you believe it? Hahah so i have no pictures from camwhoring. Man i really wanted to take some photos with the cute boys. They were mostly sweet, and quite the monster they can become as well. Hahah I laughed on stage because the play was SOOOO funny. Ben was so funny. And Ben was the only one i took a photo with, WITH MY HANDPHONE. AND NO IT DOES NOT MEAN ANYTHIING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mt Kinabalu of homework to complete. Just about 40 days left of holidays. HOW, I'm not even started. HAHAHAH. And considering how I've been behaving the past few days, I don't know when i will start. I've been playing computer games like crazy, and watching movies online. I've watched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Kung Fu Panda and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sweeney Todd : Demon Barber of Fleet Street. Sometimes I can't find the movies I want to watch, like Batman: The Dark Knight and Iron Man. Hahah I know, its illegal and I'm spoilling the industry. Bahh whoops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celine will lose weight during the holidays. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-2751213981078754015?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/2751213981078754015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=2751213981078754015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/2751213981078754015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/2751213981078754015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/12/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-9061302353950607312</id><published>2008-12-02T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:32:24.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crying - Sugarcult</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Picking up the pieces of a life you’ve broken&lt;br /&gt;Stitching it together with the seams wide open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep crying, crying, crying&lt;br /&gt;Till you cannot see at all&lt;br /&gt;You keep crying, crying, crying&lt;br /&gt;Till you cannot breathe at all&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you’re alone?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when no one’s home?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you’re alone?&lt;br /&gt;Out of control, Now on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never waking up&lt;br /&gt;The alarm is broken&lt;br /&gt;Running in a dream and it’s like slow motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep crying, crying, crying&lt;br /&gt;Till you cannot see at all&lt;br /&gt;You keep crying, crying, crying&lt;br /&gt;Till you cannot breathe at all&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you’re alone?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when no one’s home?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you’re alone?&lt;br /&gt;Out of control, Now on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone…Alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone now?&lt;br /&gt;All I need are the details&lt;br /&gt;Just to find a way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone now?&lt;br /&gt;All I need are the details&lt;br /&gt;And a map of your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep crying, crying, crying&lt;br /&gt;Till you cannot see at all&lt;br /&gt;You keep crying, crying, crying&lt;br /&gt;Till you cannot breathe at all&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you’re alone?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when no one’s home?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you’re alone?&lt;br /&gt;Out of control, Now on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t break away what you cannot change&lt;br /&gt;You can’t break away&lt;br /&gt;You can’t break away&lt;br /&gt;You can’t break away what you cannot change&lt;br /&gt;You can’t break away&lt;br /&gt;You can’t break away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-9061302353950607312?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/9061302353950607312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=9061302353950607312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/9061302353950607312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/9061302353950607312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/12/crying-sugarcult.html' title='Crying - Sugarcult'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-6918104472705093699</id><published>2008-11-30T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:44:21.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rascal Flatts - What Hurts the Most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house&lt;br /&gt;That don't bother me&lt;br /&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me&lt;br /&gt;There are days every now and again I pretend I'm ok&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what gets me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Was being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was tryin' to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;But I'm doin' It&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Still Harder&lt;br /&gt;Getting up, getting dressed, livin' with this regret&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I could do it over&lt;br /&gt;I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart&lt;br /&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What hurts the most&lt;br /&gt;Is being so close&lt;br /&gt;And having so much to say&lt;br /&gt;And watching you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And never knowing&lt;br /&gt;What could have been&lt;br /&gt;And not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;Is what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not seeing that loving you&lt;br /&gt;That's what I was trying to do&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-6918104472705093699?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/6918104472705093699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=6918104472705093699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6918104472705093699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6918104472705093699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/11/rascal-flatts-what-hurts-most-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-702745390472827603</id><published>2008-11-20T21:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:09:59.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>篮球火</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS I JUST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FINISHED&lt;/span&gt; WATCHING 篮球火, all 16 episodes. It was so awesome, the technicality and skill of basketball was really perfected in the show. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt; but many of it was fake, as in the actors were on wires and kinda flying around. BUT STILL, 帅呆了！Jerry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Yan&lt;/span&gt;, Alan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Luo&lt;/span&gt; and Wu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chun&lt;/span&gt;. 3 hot guys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hahahah&lt;/span&gt;. Lets do something totally bimbotic and brainless. Lets rate them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jerry Yan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Totally hot. Have you seen his smile, his dimples? There's a reason why he's the star ambassador for Oral B. Only his acting quite stone, but captures the persona of cool rich nonchalent kid well. Emotional scenes.... no comment. Hmmmm you get what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alan Luo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hotness, maybe the least good looking, but still super cute!! But his personality and humor more than makes up for it. His acting is the best out of the 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wu Chun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Baby face, super cute. Body is the most muscular. Negative: tattoos. Acting also a bit stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hahah Celine is a bit biased here, I've already liked Jerry Yan the best, ever since Meteor Garden days. Whooo go Daomingsi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-702745390472827603?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/702745390472827603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=702745390472827603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/702745390472827603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/702745390472827603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post_20.html' title='篮球火'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-1184809390240285300</id><published>2008-11-16T17:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T21:25:44.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today i woke up really late, almost 11am. (Horror) I was supposed to wake up and go to church. And to give lauren and samantha the musical tickets. And to go to clara's house to give her musical tickets as well. Hahahh. Maybe those rehearsals are draining the energy outta me. Anyway, i ended up going to vivo at 3pm to meet clara and her sister to give her the musical tickets since she was there and i lived nearby. I was broke (since i paid for all my friends tickets) and became unbroke when she paid me. Hahah then she and her sis was hungry, and tagged along since i had nothing to do. Walked around, and ate, and i went to giant to buy fruits while clara's sister went to stock up her snack cabinet by buying all sorts of snacks. They are an envious pair, I don't think any amount of food will make them fat. Blah. It was good meeting clara again. Really missed her. I can talk to her about anything, and i never feel uncomfortable or anything. Happy happy. Really love and miss her a lot. Recently her smses had a lot of smileys. This is what happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clara: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celine: How come you have so many smiley smiley nowadays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clara: ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celine: !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clara: ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celine: ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clara: -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celine: &gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clara: .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celine: :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Clara: Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celine: See? Hahaha. That was quite fun actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This was so stupid but i was smiling like an idiot throughout. Miss the good old days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay. lets talk about my previous post. Its quite maddening that my resolutions just last only THAT long, if you know what i mean. I find myself you know, going cuckoo and all excited easily. Haiz. Oh wells, we need moments like this in our lives right? Something to keep you alive you know, to experience various emotions. I feel so excited everytime you know happens. Hahah this will be something to look back and laugh maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I need to buy black pants for drama. Haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-1184809390240285300?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/1184809390240285300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=1184809390240285300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/1184809390240285300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/1184809390240285300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-3341491427142985331</id><published>2008-11-14T19:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:50:06.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What a big joke. WHAT A HUGE JOKE. You aren't right for me, no. We cannot be any more different. HAHAHAHAH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why did I only recognise and truly grasp this today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;JOKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm sorry that I have had all these thoughts in my head, and not loving you the way I should. Please forgive my sins. I know I should love you first, and you will put everything right for me. I should not fear. Thank you Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-3341491427142985331?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/3341491427142985331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=3341491427142985331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/3341491427142985331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/3341491427142985331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-453782354782406772</id><published>2008-11-14T17:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:26:22.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hi there! I changed my blogskin! I LOVE LOVE LOVE this blogskin. Its so simple and clean and pretty. I feel quite proud of myself, i kinda edited the skin to add in different stuff. YAY! My last blogskin was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just too PINK. And too lovey- dovey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh wells. The more I look at this new skin, i feel so happy! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Okay I went to the gym today. So yes, I accomplished something today which will make me happy. 30 mins on the treadmill and 30 mins on that stepping machine. Hees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Theatre rehearsals tomorrow, everyday for the next 2 weeks. Oh man. Oh wells I guess its expected. I hope it'll be a great show! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-453782354782406772?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/453782354782406772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=453782354782406772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/453782354782406772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/453782354782406772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/11/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-1358730370440448900</id><published>2008-11-13T20:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:54:07.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXERCISE TOMORROW IN THE GYM. STOP BEING LAZY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-1358730370440448900?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/1358730370440448900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=1358730370440448900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/1358730370440448900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/1358730370440448900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/11/exercise-tomorrow-in-gym.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-2334730928785479933</id><published>2008-11-13T19:57:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:55:00.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self absorbed moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It amazes me how STUPID Celine is. She freaks even herself out. HAHAHAH. She thinks too much about stupid things and lingers on everything and anything but not being productive. And, she isn't getting any smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMB DUMB why let yourself be controlled and influenced that way? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY care. So stupid right. Don't waste time on someone who isn't willing to waste time on you, isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-2334730928785479933?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/2334730928785479933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=2334730928785479933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/2334730928785479933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/2334730928785479933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-amazes-me-how-stupid-celine-is.html' title='Self absorbed moment.'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-5493491598062234352</id><published>2008-10-29T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:55:17.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;走不出的眷念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;没有受过伤害的女人, 是不会爱上伤口的.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-5493491598062234352?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/5493491598062234352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=5493491598062234352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/5493491598062234352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/5493491598062234352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='Fragile.'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-3992362361111135167</id><published>2008-10-29T17:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:55:35.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars go blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dancin' where the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' where the evening fell&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' in my wooden shoes&lt;br /&gt;In a wedding gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' out on 7th street&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' through the underground&lt;br /&gt;Dancin' little marionette&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you're blue&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you&lt;br /&gt;When the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;When the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with your pretty mouth&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with your broken eyes&lt;br /&gt;Laughing with your lover's tongue&lt;br /&gt;In a lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you're blue&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow you&lt;br /&gt;When the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;The stars go blue, stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow you&lt;br /&gt;Follow you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;When the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;When the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;When the stars go blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you're lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when the stars go blue? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-3992362361111135167?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/3992362361111135167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=3992362361111135167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/3992362361111135167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/3992362361111135167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/10/dancin-where-stars-go-blue-dancin-where.html' title='Stars go blue.'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-2710541110758724947</id><published>2008-10-25T22:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:19:59.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll be missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-2710541110758724947?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/2710541110758724947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=2710541110758724947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/2710541110758724947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/2710541110758724947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/10/ill-be-missing-you.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-4667966766399414956</id><published>2008-10-24T19:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:56:03.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello my journal friend. Today was the last day of school, after promotional exams and all. My results are ok. Applying for external H3. Hahah if not I will take internal. Sigh. Still have PW and chinese. MAN. I will be sooooo glad when that is over. I'm so scared and insecure. I dunnoooooooo. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll remember it all. I WILL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-4667966766399414956?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/4667966766399414956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=4667966766399414956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4667966766399414956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4667966766399414956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-my-journal-friend_24.html' title='Wrapping up.'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-9122831602094160863</id><published>2008-10-09T22:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:56:34.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello my journal friend. I should just delete my blog anyway, its not like i update it. Hahah. I just have a minor conflict within me, that is, after such a long time of going thinking about someone, i just realised that maybe it wasn't real. It was nothing more than friends. I may have locked him up in the drawer, forgotten about how it felt. The more i look at him, the more i realise, it just wasn't meant to be. and, that afterall, i may have been rather incredibly stupid afterall. i don't think i have any feelings anymore for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that scares me, because I'm not going to be fickle minded about this. I don't want it to become this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-9122831602094160863?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/9122831602094160863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=9122831602094160863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/9122831602094160863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/9122831602094160863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-my-journal-friend.html' title='..................'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-6534148441516024210</id><published>2008-08-26T19:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T17:28:31.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="304" width="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoCZEmfnE-M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoCZEmfnE-M&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="304"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[LIZ]&lt;br /&gt;Pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ANNIE]&lt;br /&gt;Six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JUNE]&lt;br /&gt;Squish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HUNYAK]&lt;br /&gt;Uh Uh (squeezing necklace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;Cicero (Smoke puffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MONA]&lt;br /&gt;Lipschitz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the 6 merry murderers of the cook county&lt;br /&gt;jail in their rendition of the cell block tango&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LIZ]&lt;br /&gt;Pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ANNIE]&lt;br /&gt;Six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JUNE]&lt;br /&gt;Squish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HUNYAK]&lt;br /&gt;Uh Uh (squeezing necklace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;Cicero (smoke puffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MONA]&lt;br /&gt;Lipschitz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LIZ]&lt;br /&gt;Pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ANNIE]&lt;br /&gt;Six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JUNE]&lt;br /&gt;Squish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HUNYAK]&lt;br /&gt;Uh Uh (squeezing necklace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;Cicero (smoke puffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MONA]&lt;br /&gt;Lipschitz!&lt;br /&gt;[LIZ]&lt;br /&gt;Pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ANNIE]&lt;br /&gt;Six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JUNE]&lt;br /&gt;Squish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HUNYAK]&lt;br /&gt;Uh Uh (squeezing necklace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;Cicero (smoke puffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MONA]&lt;br /&gt;Lipschitz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LIZ]&lt;br /&gt;Pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ANNIE]&lt;br /&gt;Six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JUNE]&lt;br /&gt;Squish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HUNYAK]&lt;br /&gt;Uh Uh (squeezing necklace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;Cicero (smoke puffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MONA]&lt;br /&gt;Lipschitz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ALL]&lt;br /&gt;He had it coming&lt;br /&gt;He had it coming&lt;br /&gt;He only had himself to blame&lt;br /&gt;If you'd have been there&lt;br /&gt;If you'd have seen it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;I betcha you would have done the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LIZ]&lt;br /&gt;Pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ANNIE]&lt;br /&gt;Six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JUNE]&lt;br /&gt;Squish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HUNYAK]&lt;br /&gt;Uh Uh (squeezing necklace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;Cicero (smoke puffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MONA]&lt;br /&gt;Lipschitz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LIZ (Spoken)]&lt;br /&gt;You know how people&lt;br /&gt;have these little habits&lt;br /&gt;That get you down. Like Bernie.&lt;br /&gt;Bernie like to chew gum.&lt;br /&gt;No, not chew. POP.&lt;br /&gt;So I came home this one day&lt;br /&gt;And I am really irritated, and I'm&lt;br /&gt;looking for a bit of sympathy&lt;br /&gt;and there's Bernie layin'&lt;br /&gt;on the couch, drinkin' a beer&lt;br /&gt;and chewin'. No, not chewin'.&lt;br /&gt;Poppin'. So, I said to him,&lt;br /&gt;I said, "you pop that&lt;br /&gt;gum one more time..."&lt;br /&gt;and he did.&lt;br /&gt;So I took the shotgun off the wall&lt;br /&gt;and I fired two warning shots...&lt;br /&gt;...into his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[GIRLS]&lt;br /&gt;He had it coming&lt;br /&gt;He had it coming&lt;br /&gt;He only had himself to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd have been there&lt;br /&gt;If you'd have heard it&lt;br /&gt;I betcha you would&lt;br /&gt;Have done the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ANNIE (Spoken)]&lt;br /&gt;I met Ezekiel Young from&lt;br /&gt;Salt Lake city about two years ago&lt;br /&gt;and he told me he was single&lt;br /&gt;and we hit it off right away.&lt;br /&gt;So, we started living together.&lt;br /&gt;He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd&lt;br /&gt;fix him a drink, We'd have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;And then I found out,&lt;br /&gt;"Single" he told me?&lt;br /&gt;Single, my ass. Not only&lt;br /&gt;was he married&lt;br /&gt;...oh, no, he had six wives.&lt;br /&gt;One of those Mormons, you know. So that&lt;br /&gt;night, when he came home from work, I fixed him&lt;br /&gt;his drink as usual.&lt;br /&gt;You know, some guys just can't hold&lt;br /&gt;their arsenic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LIZ,ANNIE,JUNE,MONA]&lt;br /&gt;Hah! He had it coming&lt;br /&gt;He had it coming&lt;br /&gt;He took a flower&lt;br /&gt;In its prime&lt;br /&gt;And then he used it&lt;br /&gt;And he abused it&lt;br /&gt;It was a murder&lt;br /&gt;But not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA AND HUNYAK]&lt;br /&gt;Pop, six, squish, uh-uh&lt;br /&gt;Cicero, Lipschitz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JUNE (Spoken)]&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm standing in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;minding my own business,&lt;br /&gt;carvin' up the chicken for dinner,&lt;br /&gt;and in storms my husband Wilbur,&lt;br /&gt;in a jealous rage.&lt;br /&gt;"You been screwin' the milkman,"&lt;br /&gt;he says. He was crazy&lt;br /&gt;and he kept screamin',&lt;br /&gt;"you been screwin the milkman."&lt;br /&gt;And then he ran into my knife.&lt;br /&gt;He ran into my knife ten times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ALL]&lt;br /&gt;If you'd have been there&lt;br /&gt;If you'd have seen it&lt;br /&gt;I betcha you would have done the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HUNYAK (Spoken)]&lt;br /&gt;Mit keresek, én itt? Azt mondják,&lt;br /&gt;hogy a híres lakem lefogta a férjemet én meg&lt;br /&gt;lecsaptam a fejét. De nem igaz, én ártatlan&lt;br /&gt;vagyok. Nem tudom miért mondja&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Sam, hogy én tettem. Probáltam&lt;br /&gt;a rendõrségen megmagyarázni de nem értették meg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ROXIE (Spoken)]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but did you do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HUNYAK]&lt;br /&gt;UH UH, not guilty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Veronica and&lt;br /&gt;I had this double act&lt;br /&gt;and my husband, Charlie,&lt;br /&gt;traveled around with us.&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the last number in&lt;br /&gt;our act, we did 20 acrobatic tricks&lt;br /&gt;one two three four,five...splits, spread eagles,&lt;br /&gt;back flips,flip flops,&lt;br /&gt;one right after the other.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this one night we were in the hotel Cicero,&lt;br /&gt;the three of us,&lt;br /&gt;boozin' and&lt;br /&gt;havin' a few laughs and&lt;br /&gt;we ran out of ice.&lt;br /&gt;So I went out to get some.&lt;br /&gt;I come back, open the door&lt;br /&gt;and there's Veronica and&lt;br /&gt;Charlie doing Number Seventeen-&lt;br /&gt;the spread eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was in such a state of shock,&lt;br /&gt;I completely blacked out.I can't remember a thing.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until later,&lt;br /&gt;when I was washing the blood off my hands&lt;br /&gt;I even knew they were dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had it coming&lt;br /&gt;They had it coming&lt;br /&gt;They had it coming all along&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do it&lt;br /&gt;But if I'd done it&lt;br /&gt;How could you tell me that I was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;They had it coming&lt;br /&gt;[GIRLS]&lt;br /&gt;They had it coming&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;They had it coming&lt;br /&gt;[GIRLS]&lt;br /&gt;They had it coming&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;They had it coming&lt;br /&gt;[GIRLS]&lt;br /&gt;They took a flower&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;All along&lt;br /&gt;[GIRLS]&lt;br /&gt;In its prime&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do it&lt;br /&gt;[GIRLS]&lt;br /&gt;And then they used it&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;But if I'd done it&lt;br /&gt;[GIRLS]&lt;br /&gt;And they abused it&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;How could you tell me&lt;br /&gt;[GIRLS]&lt;br /&gt;It was a murder&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;That I was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;[GIRLS]&lt;br /&gt;But not a crime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MONA]&lt;br /&gt;I loved Al Lipschitz&lt;br /&gt;more than I can possibly say.&lt;br /&gt;He was a real artistic guy...&lt;br /&gt;sensitive... a painter.&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;He was always trying&lt;br /&gt;to find himself.&lt;br /&gt;He'd go out every night&lt;br /&gt;looking for himself&lt;br /&gt;and on the way&lt;br /&gt;he found Ruth,&lt;br /&gt;Gladys,&lt;br /&gt;Rosemary and Irving.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say we broke&lt;br /&gt;up because of artistic differences.&lt;br /&gt;He saw himself as alive&lt;br /&gt;and I saw him dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ALL]&lt;br /&gt;The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum&lt;br /&gt;The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LIZ,ANNIE,MONA]&lt;br /&gt;They had it comin'&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA,JUNE,HUNYAK]&lt;br /&gt;They had it comin'&lt;br /&gt;[LIZ,ANNIE,MONA]&lt;br /&gt;They had it comin'&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA,JUNE,HUNYAK]&lt;br /&gt;They had it comin'&lt;br /&gt;[LIZ,ANNIE,MONA]&lt;br /&gt;They had it comin'&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA,JUNE,HUNYAK]&lt;br /&gt;They had it comin'&lt;br /&gt;[LIZ,ANNIE,MONA]&lt;br /&gt;All along&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA,JUNE,HUNYAK]&lt;br /&gt;All along&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if they used us&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if they used us And they abused us&lt;br /&gt;And they abused us&lt;br /&gt;[LIZ,ANNIE,MONA]&lt;br /&gt;How could you tell us&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA,JUNE,HUNYAK]&lt;br /&gt;How could you tell us That we were wrong?&lt;br /&gt;That we were wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had it coming&lt;br /&gt;He had it coming&lt;br /&gt;He only had&lt;br /&gt;Himself&lt;br /&gt;To blame.&lt;br /&gt;If you'd have been there&lt;br /&gt;If you'd have seen it&lt;br /&gt;I betcha&lt;br /&gt;You would&lt;br /&gt;Have done&lt;br /&gt;The same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LIZ (Spoken)]&lt;br /&gt;You pop that gum one more time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ANNIE (spoken)]&lt;br /&gt;Single my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JUNE (Spoken)]&lt;br /&gt;Ten times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HUNYAK (Spoken)]&lt;br /&gt;Miert csukott Uncle Same bortonbe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA (Spoken)]&lt;br /&gt;Number seventeen-the spread eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MONA (Spoken)]&lt;br /&gt;Artistic differences.&lt;br /&gt;[LIZ]&lt;br /&gt;Pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ANNIE]&lt;br /&gt;Six!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[JUNE]&lt;br /&gt;Squish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HUNYAK]&lt;br /&gt;Uh Uh (squeezing necklace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[VELMA]&lt;br /&gt;Cicero (smoke puffs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MONA]&lt;br /&gt;Lipschitz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-6534148441516024210?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/6534148441516024210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=6534148441516024210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6534148441516024210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6534148441516024210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/08/liz-pop-annie-six-june-squish-hunyak-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-6934742804271968207</id><published>2008-08-22T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T20:29:31.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Seriously, my life must really be pathetic. I'm sitting here, typing about my life when i can't seem to find anything to write about. I have no life. Where's my happiness? I miss secondary school when everything was so carefree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-6934742804271968207?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/6934742804271968207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=6934742804271968207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6934742804271968207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6934742804271968207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/08/seriously-my-life-must-really-be.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-6888767508145266551</id><published>2008-08-22T19:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:45:59.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rekha got me to do this. Perhaps she thought i think about it a lot! I'm not guy crazy. NO I AM NOT. And i think it'll take me awhile to think about it. Come on, this is serious stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gender: FEMALE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 Things I want in a partner: (1st being the MOST important!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7th:Intelligent (Kinda like savy, smart. Yep. Because people like me bad at direction and stuff. Sometimes a bit slow also.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6th: Good natured ( Posses all the good qualities like kind, gentle, considerate, generous etc)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5th: FUNNY ( to make me laugh la! I like laughing and being entertained! Funny people are interesting. I want to make YOU laugh too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4th: Personality! ( Has character, interesting points etc. So we can talk shit and enjoy life. Yes, he must enjoy life and savour it. preferably likes same stuff as me? Physical not very important, its the inside of his heart and how exciting a person he is. But of course, i expect he would be able to carry himself appropriately yea.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3rd: Loves me for who I am (Obvious isn't it? Whats the use if there's no love? Everyone needs some lovin' now and then. Makes a relationship very very sweet.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2nd: NON-SMOKER (I don't like the smell of it. And it is very very unhealthy. Its like a long drawn suicide. So ppl, please don't smoke yea, or quit now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1ST: Christian. Sorry folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-6888767508145266551?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/6888767508145266551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=6888767508145266551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6888767508145266551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6888767508145266551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/08/rekha-got-me-to-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-7522165614478947053</id><published>2008-08-22T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T19:25:41.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please don't ruin the image i have of you. These days I'm filled with doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-7522165614478947053?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/7522165614478947053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=7522165614478947053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/7522165614478947053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/7522165614478947053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-dont-ruin-image-i-have-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-5824222844585092181</id><published>2008-08-20T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:54:48.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm ok. Really. Very normal. Yes indeed. Very sane.&lt;br /&gt;Need to study soon. Blah. PROMOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-5824222844585092181?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/5824222844585092181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=5824222844585092181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/5824222844585092181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/5824222844585092181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-7699475929718254479</id><published>2008-08-20T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:51:48.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think i have been a tad emotional lately. I know now, nothing has to change. I can care for you in my quiet ways. I have reached equilibrium point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-7699475929718254479?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/7699475929718254479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=7699475929718254479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/7699475929718254479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/7699475929718254479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-been-tad-emotional-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-6081401783634612644</id><published>2008-08-19T17:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T17:44:27.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't stray, don't ever go away&lt;br /&gt;I should be much too smart for this&lt;br /&gt;You know it gets the better of me&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, when you and I collide&lt;br /&gt;I fall into an ocean of you, pull me out in time&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me drown, let me down&lt;br /&gt;I say it's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;And here I go, losing my control&lt;br /&gt;I'm practicing your name so I can say it to your face&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem right, to look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Let all the things you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Come tumbling out my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Indeed it's time to tell you why I say it's infinitely true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS:]&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll stay, don't come and go&lt;br /&gt;Like you do&lt;br /&gt;Sway my way, yeah I need to know&lt;br /&gt;All about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no cure, and no way to be sure&lt;br /&gt;Why everything's turned inside out&lt;br /&gt;Instilling so much doubt&lt;br /&gt;It makes me so tired - I feel so uninspired&lt;br /&gt;My head is battling with my heart&lt;br /&gt;My logic has been torn apart&lt;br /&gt;And now it all turns sour&lt;br /&gt;Come sweeten every afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS TWICE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it all turns sour, come sweeten every afternoon&lt;br /&gt;It's time to tell you why, I say it's infinitely true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS TWICE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you&lt;br /&gt;It's all because of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-6081401783634612644?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/6081401783634612644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=6081401783634612644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6081401783634612644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6081401783634612644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/08/dont-stray-dont-ever-go-away-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-4351403899814355255</id><published>2008-08-15T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:33:16.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If i could just let you go. isn't it better if i did? you have more important things to worry about, i don't mean a thing. But, do u really not know? I refuse to admit that i like you, no not even to myself. But i care for you. I really do, maybe too much. And sometimes, its eating me inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Would you be scared of me then? Would you be scared that i'm so emotionally invested? But no one would like me right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i wish, but there isn't any will power.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-4351403899814355255?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/4351403899814355255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=4351403899814355255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4351403899814355255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4351403899814355255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/08/if-i-could-just-let-you-go.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-7043068756273730532</id><published>2008-07-21T20:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:53:04.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why should u feel sad. Gosh, u aren't even sad because of the other person. You're sad because of yourself. To think your eyes were welling up. Why the self pity. you should stop this. why care, just freaking study and do your part as a student! Come on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-7043068756273730532?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/7043068756273730532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=7043068756273730532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/7043068756273730532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/7043068756273730532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-should-u-feel-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-7598965105525346499</id><published>2008-07-16T22:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:58:21.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nKDkXOOHG34&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nKDkXOOHG34&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Per Te&lt;br /&gt;Sento nell'aria profumo di te&lt;br /&gt;Piccoli sogni vissuti con me&lt;br /&gt;Ora lo so, non voglio perderti&lt;br /&gt;Quella dolcezza così senza età&lt;br /&gt;La tua bellezza rivali non ha&lt;br /&gt;Il cuore mio vuole soltanto te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Per te, per te, vivrò&lt;br /&gt;L'amore vincerà&lt;br /&gt;Con te, con te avrò&lt;br /&gt;Mille giorni di felicità&lt;br /&gt;Mille notti di serenità&lt;br /&gt;Farò quello che mi chiederai&lt;br /&gt;Andrò sempre dovunque tu andrai&lt;br /&gt;Darò tutto l'amore che ho per te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi che tu già il futuro lo sai&lt;br /&gt;Dimmi che questo non finirà mai&lt;br /&gt;Senza di te non voglio esistere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per te, per te, vivrò&lt;br /&gt;L'amore vincerà&lt;br /&gt;Con te, con te, avrò&lt;br /&gt;Mille giorni di felicità&lt;br /&gt;Mille notti di serenità&lt;br /&gt;Farò quello che mi chiederai&lt;br /&gt;Andrò sempre dovunque tu andrai&lt;br /&gt;Darò tutto l'amore che ho per te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non devo dirtelo, ormai gia lo sai&lt;br /&gt;Che morirei, senza di te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per te, per te, vivrò&lt;br /&gt;L'amore vincerà&lt;br /&gt;Con te, con te, farò&lt;br /&gt;Tutto quello che mi chiederai&lt;br /&gt;Andrò sempre dovunque tu andrai&lt;br /&gt;Darò tutto l'amore che ho per te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For You (Per Te)&lt;br /&gt;I smell in the air the scent of you&lt;br /&gt;Little dreams had lived with me&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, I don’t wanna lose you&lt;br /&gt;That sweetness which has no age&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty has no rivals&lt;br /&gt;My heart wants only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, For you, I’ll live&lt;br /&gt;Love is gonna win&lt;br /&gt;With you, With you, I’ll have&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds days of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds nights of serenity&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do what you’ll ask me to&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go always anywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give all the love I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you know the future, yet&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that this is not gonna change&lt;br /&gt;Without you I don’t wanna exist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, For you, I’ll live&lt;br /&gt;Love is gonna win&lt;br /&gt;With you, With you, I’ll have&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds days of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds nights of serenity&lt;br /&gt;I’ll do what you’ll ask me to&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go always anywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give all the love I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mustn’t say it to you, by now you know it&lt;br /&gt;That I would die without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, For you, I’ll live&lt;br /&gt;Love is gonna win&lt;br /&gt;With you, With you, I’ll do&lt;br /&gt;Everything you’ll ask me to&lt;br /&gt;I’ll go always anywher you go&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give all the love I feel for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart just broke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-7598965105525346499?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/7598965105525346499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=7598965105525346499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/7598965105525346499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/7598965105525346499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/07/per-te-sento-nellaria-profumo-di-te.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-5450266204317031000</id><published>2008-07-12T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:45:01.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;its always u liking someone else. ALWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it should speak something, doesn't it. in fact it speaks loads of things.&lt;br /&gt;the problem lies with you. not anyone else, but u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-5450266204317031000?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/5450266204317031000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=5450266204317031000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/5450266204317031000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/5450266204317031000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-always-u-liking-someone-else.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-3224785219526810446</id><published>2008-07-12T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T20:52:36.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is such a messy thing. Worse still if people know and is discussing abt it behind yr back. But the truth is, you know. U know it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm glad u don't know. If u knew, we wouldn't be friends anymore. Everyone else can know, but not you. Definitely not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think its quite funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Person A likes person B. But other persons(note the plural) think person A likes person C when to person A, person A is crazy over someone else. Does person C know/think that person A likes him? Maybe person A doesn't even know that perhaps, person A doesn't like person B but likes person C more. Does it make sense? What abt person D?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think person A is just a confused person. Person A is just being silly and childish and emotional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just because someone is nice to you, doesn't mean u have to treat him like king and elevate him into yr life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DRILL IT IN YOUR HEAD CELINE BECAUSE IT IS GOING TO MAKE U A VERY SAD PERSON, FRUSTRATED ALWAYS AND PEOPLE WILL JUST THINK U ARE DESPERATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dunno, i've always felt like i need someone to care, and when u give it to me, i find myself liking u. Even if it was the teeniest bit. Thats just superficial of me right. Its not valuing myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even if u treat me like i'm nothing special, i feel happy because i feel like i'm something. Why do i feel like i'm on the shorter end of the stick here. I'm better than this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe when u dont give a shit, then things will come to u and fall into place. no one is thinking about issues like this. No one except u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO ONE EXCEPT YOU. SO U SHOULD NOT BE THINKING SO MUCH. THIS IS SO STUPID OF U.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And this is not good. I'm not going to be a desperate person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-3224785219526810446?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/3224785219526810446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=3224785219526810446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/3224785219526810446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/3224785219526810446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-is-such-messy-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-6642659555829167602</id><published>2008-07-04T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T21:59:52.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why, why is this happening to me again. as if this is not enough for somebody like me, of my personality. Celine, like u didn't know this would happen. Why why why let yourself sink deeper eh? why why why do u feel compelled to make him happy, and why do u feel happy when he is? Why is it that you know, you know very well that you two have no common interests, possibly not even possible, but why do u have to hope and wish and dream?&lt;br /&gt;Why do u have to sneak peeks at him, then ignore him? Why look out for him, if you aren't going to say hello? Why bother to make yourself so desperate? Why do u feel like u want to do something for him?&lt;br /&gt;the smile, the giggles. Isn't it obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess mine is not the first heart broken,&lt;br /&gt;my eyes are not the first to cry&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the first to know,&lt;br /&gt;there's just no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt;' over you&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm just a fool who's willing&lt;br /&gt;to sit around and wait for you&lt;br /&gt;But baby can't you see,&lt;br /&gt;there's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nothin&lt;/span&gt;' else for me to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopelessly devoted to you&lt;br /&gt;But now there's nowhere to hide,&lt;br /&gt;since you pushed my love aside&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in my head,&lt;br /&gt;hopelessly devoted to you&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly devoted to you,&lt;br /&gt;hopelessly devoted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is saying "fool, forget him",&lt;br /&gt;my heart is saying "don't let go"&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to the end,&lt;br /&gt;that's what I intend to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopelessly devoted to you&lt;br /&gt;But now there's nowhere to hide,&lt;br /&gt;since you pushed my love aside&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in my head,&lt;br /&gt;hopelessly devoted to you&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly devoted to you,&lt;br /&gt;hopelessly devoted to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-6642659555829167602?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/6642659555829167602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=6642659555829167602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6642659555829167602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6642659555829167602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-why-is-this-happening-to-me-again.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-9098609121216814473</id><published>2008-06-25T12:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:29:09.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i haven't updated in a LONG time but i'm really too lazy. Hahah. not that anything is worth mentioning out of my life. Having terms now, just like many of my other friends, which means i probably shouldnt be online doing crazy things like this. I should be studying and mugging my ass off. But really i can't help but on in msn and check out my mail and facebook! Another thing i did while i shlould be studying was to find an anagram. Blimey Crinkle Lime! How wicked is that! Its actually Celine Kimberly Lim. Hols was good i guess. Slack and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea two high points, I went back to sec school to get my grad cert, met many of the gang there! Oh man miss them so much. Had loads of fun talking abt life and gossiping about boys in school. hahah girls girls girls. I miss doing that! Had lunch before going shopping! Yay LOVE. Bought a top. Hahah. Oh wells. I looked good in it in my opinion. Spents loads of money. Money buys happiness? Hahah. It certainly can bring u happiness. Next agenda on my list, to get a new bag! my old bag has wrinkled, so ugly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next high point, Ee Ling's birthday. I went to K box. Ate there too. Funny thing was they sang chinese songs like by mayday, step sun, jjlin etc. Taiwan singers. But me?I dont know a single song like fully! I could only follow the chorus. I ended up singing english songs like rihanna and stuff(i was surprised they have that kinda songs, my opinion of karaoke is like.... outdated songs) Hahah lyn commented the music videos for the songs i chose was like M18. hahah well, they do sex it up for MTV but there's no nudity! M18 is like sex and the city which i want to watch! I can't, i'm only 16 going 17. Lauren watched it. DANG! Maybe i shld try going in too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am 16 going on 17..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like breaking out into a song. If i wanted to sing, i should sing "Bad Day" because yesterday's math and chem paper was anything but good. Not even ok. What the heck. Maybe it was between ok and errr. I seriously need to work fast. Or write fast, or think fast. I shld start practising some 1o years series or smth. Other ppl are doing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have loads of photos but i'm not going to load them. Shit it'll take like a million years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells, time to go study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was fun venting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELINE LOVES YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;命中注定爱上你&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-9098609121216814473?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/9098609121216814473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=9098609121216814473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/9098609121216814473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/9098609121216814473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-i-know-i-havent-updated-in-long.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-6338270220532799631</id><published>2008-06-01T20:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T12:23:39.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so, this is the adventures of Celine...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206889540753865618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/SEKWczVUu5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/fkskmUI6CjI/s320/P1010718_.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Celine looks like a fat PIG next to all the skinny weeny stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/SEKWGzJjKsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4ov0I07cBO8/s1600-h/P1010733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206889162747357890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/SEKWGzJjKsI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4ov0I07cBO8/s320/P1010733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/SEKVcfTeN4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wySTO42Z_ok/s1600-h/P1010732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206888435865761666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/SEKVcfTeN4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wySTO42Z_ok/s320/P1010732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/SEKU_R8f1gI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eqVvaCu9Q2o/s1600-h/P1010731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206887934063531522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/SEKU_R8f1gI/AAAAAAAAAJw/eqVvaCu9Q2o/s320/P1010731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/SEKUnIyMoqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IcWFDFgJa3s/s1600-h/P1010730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206887519287550626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/SEKUnIyMoqI/AAAAAAAAAJo/IcWFDFgJa3s/s320/P1010730.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-6338270220532799631?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/6338270220532799631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=6338270220532799631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6338270220532799631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/6338270220532799631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-so-this-is-adventures-of-celine.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/SEKWczVUu5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/fkskmUI6CjI/s72-c/P1010718_.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-3777751234244666218</id><published>2008-05-28T20:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:29:14.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Holiday, holiday. I went out the whole day to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vivo&lt;/span&gt; city, ate lunch with an auntie and watched a movie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Idianna&lt;/span&gt; Jones. I'm lazy to check the spelling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;. Can u imagine H&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;arrison&lt;/span&gt; Ford is like 60 or something, running about and doing stunts, fighting. Maybe it was a body double. Well, it was enjoyable, though i cannot imagine what gibberish they were talking half of the time. Some events didn't link for me, perhaps i just don't have an archaeologist mind. The effects were good, certainly. I could feel the sound vibrating through me, and i cringed at the monsters. Haha, knowing me, its easy to scare the heck outta me. BAHAHAH. Seriously, could anyone survive such events? No wonder its just a movie. Hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-3777751234244666218?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/3777751234244666218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=3777751234244666218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/3777751234244666218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/3777751234244666218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/05/holiday-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-2757368820550580558</id><published>2008-05-27T19:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T20:22:11.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;do you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cut yourself: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lick yourself: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no. yuck I'm not a dog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whine a lot: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;er.. A bit la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yell a lot: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;when I'm agitated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have too many friends: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friends are never too many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;want to die: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;no, i think i'm scared by the notion of death itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;do drugs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wear dark colors: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i use to wear black all the time, not now. My wardrobe is colourful now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;dye your hair: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sprayed it before. Those fake dyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;have you ever:worn rainbow: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no.I'll look like a giant popsicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;talked on the phone for over 2 hours: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;left the country: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;had a party with over 30 people: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stolen something: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;honestly, yes i have to admit. when i was young, i took coins from the basket at home where my mum and uncle put the car keys. Thats stealing right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;caught something on fire: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah. Candles la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cheated on someone: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no, i don't have a bf to start with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wanted to cheat on someone: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;asked someone out: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah. but only friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;last person:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you talked to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;maid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you hugged:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;are you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;understanding: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;open: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;insecure: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;interesting: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hungry: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;smart: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;childish: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;independent: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hard working: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When i need to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;healthy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;erm.. ok la..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;weird: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;difficult: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;attractive: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thirsty: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;obsessed: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with a certain person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;angry: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;happy: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trusting: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;reliable: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;self-disciplined:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sleepy: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lonely: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;info about yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what is your birth name? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celine Kimberly Lim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when is your birthday? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13091991 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shoe size?: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have small feet but i wear 6 because my feet are broad. My school shoes are like a 4 or 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;brothers/sisters?: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nope. But i live with two cousins. something like siblings i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;what is your favorite store(s)?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;too many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;color?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blue, black, purple, pink, red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;soda?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love all carbonated drinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;music?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i love all music that makes me happy. Jazz in my opinion is the most sensual music of all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the mall?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ice cream?: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love all types of ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;roller coaster?: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i must close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;cried?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;of course i have cried before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;missed someone?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yelled at someone?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;eah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;drove somewhere?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i haven't got a license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;talked to someone on the phone?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes.duh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;been online: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of course!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kissed someone?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hugged someone?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;last thing you ate?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fruit tarts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;been in love? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes. unrequited love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;broke something?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;betrayed a friend?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;played strip poker?: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;skipped school?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;not on purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;shot a gun?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;toy gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;smoked a cig?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no. I would never smoke. its bad for your health &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dyed your hair?: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;last questions:who is sitting next to you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nobody is sitting next to me now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;been in a plane?: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;killed someone?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kicked your cat for the hell of it? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i don't have a cat. And i wouldn't kick one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;are you bored of taking this survey? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no, i'll be bored without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I must really be bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-2757368820550580558?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/2757368820550580558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=2757368820550580558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/2757368820550580558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/2757368820550580558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-youcut-yourself-no-lick-yourself-no.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-669948613105819468</id><published>2008-05-27T19:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:55:26.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Is your birthday day 13 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are sincere and easy going (quite true). Flattering and charming around are not your style (quite true). You care so much for freedom that often leads you to the difficult path (?). Because of your sincerity, most people find you easy to be around although you are sometimes too straightforward. (I sense an aha moment.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your gentleness, care and sincerity make you an attractive person (serious?). Eventhough you don't intend to be charming, but you naturally are, especially in the eyes of opposite sex. (Hmmmmm.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is very meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you..&lt;br /&gt;2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;4.. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.&lt;br /&gt;5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.&lt;br /&gt;6...... Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.&lt;br /&gt;9...... Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet theperson, we will know how to be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;11. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try and know someone else and expect them to know you.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-669948613105819468?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/669948613105819468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=669948613105819468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/669948613105819468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/669948613105819468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-your-birthday-day-13-of-month-your.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-4774743581247930298</id><published>2008-05-27T19:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:21:28.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Night time is the time when one can think most deeply. There's something about the silence which is so calm. It builds thoughts in your mind and consumes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not made good use of the past almost 6 months, I've got to admit. But i had fun :) I have not worked hard, and i have to suffer for it now during the holidays. I still miss my secondary school friends, JC life isn't even comparable to secondary school. I've made some new friends, but my best friends still linger in my mind throughtout. I still find it hard to fit in. Maybe its just me, i'm not willing to try.&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to grow up. I think i have become more mature,(gasp, to my best friends). There's less of the laughing and being silly now, but I believe I'm still me. I still have those random outbursts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you, I can't stop myself from doing stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special mention: Lyn, Clara, Lauren, Rekha, Preethi, Ee Ling, Joanne, Baohui, Kahen ( I hope I didn't miss anyone out ) and 4A1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking, do friends need common topics of interest? Someone answered it for me, commitment is all you need. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so needy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-4774743581247930298?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/4774743581247930298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=4774743581247930298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4774743581247930298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4774743581247930298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/05/night.html' title='night'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-4436874917525524444</id><published>2008-03-11T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:59:14.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;clara said lauren looks thinner. I agree. dancing has made her skinny. i lost weight too. 5kg. i guess it doesn't seem much on my frame? blah blah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-4436874917525524444?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/4436874917525524444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=4436874917525524444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4436874917525524444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4436874917525524444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/03/clara-said-lauren-looks-thinner.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-4612441754289189942</id><published>2008-03-09T18:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:08:11.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dunno, nothing much to update. oh i went to visit mrs ong and her newborn baby. its soooo cute, but small. haha. and on the way out, i actually broke some wood thing. i feel so embarressed, gracious. my life now, normal. i made a friend who i have a feeling might be my best friend in ACJC, PL friends are still my best friends. nothing interesting, my mum went to aussie today :( Don't worry i won't crank up the music and partee. I needa mug soon, i've got like lotsa work, and i'm sleeping in lectures half(maybe 1/4) of the time. what a great student i am. AC is a lot toned down compared to my expectations. but still fun i guess. smile smile. bear and grin it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-4612441754289189942?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/4612441754289189942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=4612441754289189942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4612441754289189942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4612441754289189942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-dunno-nothing-much-to-update.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-4738828571216101550</id><published>2008-03-02T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T20:34:32.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>I miss my secondary school friends. LAUREN, REKHA, LYN, PREETHI, EE LING, SHERILYN, CLARA, JOANNE, KAHEN, BAOHUI etc. I miss you!&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/R8qanHwej7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/cD8Qv0a9bHg/s1600-h/DSC00049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173117118876389298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/R8qanHwej7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/cD8Qv0a9bHg/s320/DSC00049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two chio bus? I miss you LAUREN.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/R8qbOHwej8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Oa_bhIVGfYk/s1600-h/02032008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173117788891287490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/R8qbOHwej8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/Oa_bhIVGfYk/s320/02032008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-4738828571216101550?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/4738828571216101550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=4738828571216101550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4738828571216101550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4738828571216101550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/03/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/R8qanHwej7I/AAAAAAAAAJY/cD8Qv0a9bHg/s72-c/DSC00049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-5811216596369765177</id><published>2008-01-28T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:06:05.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/R6CKWdlUWWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ei4eUgtM_Rg/s1600-h/215805.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes i cut my hair and yes its pretty short, and maybe i look like i'm wearing a helmet or whatever but i've gotta look at it this way that it'll GROW sometime later, no matter how long. So maybe i look not too nice now but whatever! I'm going to be so over it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-5811216596369765177?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/5811216596369765177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=5811216596369765177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/5811216596369765177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/5811216596369765177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/01/snip.html' title='Snip'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-7021096458190627436</id><published>2008-01-24T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:08:37.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just got back from collecting Os. Me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lauren&lt;/span&gt; top the school! So unexpected and happy. it was like when they announced &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lauren's&lt;/span&gt; name, she was shocked and and looked unexpected but quiet, but when it came to me, i had to SCREAM and go "LAUREN!!!" and went to hug her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;friggin&lt;/span&gt; cried for like 10secs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; i calmed down. Not really cry, more like tears welled up and my face scrunched up. The photography &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; taking photos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;some more&lt;/span&gt;, i bet i looked super ugly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mr&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lim&lt;/span&gt; say i very dramatic &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. I assure you that u that i was not faking it. I'm super emotional. Now i think i regret my reaction. SO EMBARRASSING. But honestly i didn't expect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ssgeog&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; to get A1. I hoped, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;, but i thought i might not because i thought i didn't do well in the paper. Scary. Man, i wanna thank all the teachers who taught me and God who granted me this results. I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; happy and thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lauren is 1/4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt; so she topped her ethnic group and will be interviewed. even though she is 1/4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;indian&lt;/span&gt;, she got A1 for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;chinese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. She's so cool. I think she'll be in tomorrow's paper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Super excited. i think i'll go out tomorrow to celebrate. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (: (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-7021096458190627436?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/7021096458190627436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=7021096458190627436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/7021096458190627436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/7021096458190627436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/01/os.html' title='Os'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-2206244178626887218</id><published>2008-01-18T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:46:14.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;I MISS MY OG. I'm sad sad sad sad sad sad sad sad, and lonely in my class. i guess its like that in the begining, its like being strangers again. I'm in 1SA1. yea. how to say, there are many ACS I people and cresent girls and a couple of vietnam scholars and a few MG girls. in any case, i'm super sad and lonely can. like no one talks to me unless i ask someone about something. because i know NOBODY. some of them are friendly la, like there's this guy arthur, he was the only person who talked to me voluntarily. like said hi, and even bye. he's friendly to everyone. the cresent girls are also nice, they talked to me too, during contact time. other than that, nothing! which is super hard to get used to because i'm already such a noisy bird with my OG. I miss those times, especially when we did the surprise boards, thats when we really got closer. oh here's a picture of it, courtesy of michelle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/R5CqiG75beI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_NnEXorckI/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156809076293332450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/R5CqiG75beI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_NnEXorckI/s320/DSC00577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/R5CyDW75biI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0pWXhGxueWw/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156817344105377314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/R5CyDW75biI/AAAAAAAAAAs/0pWXhGxueWw/s320/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/R5CzDW75bkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9QHKSZ4ZRxQ/s1600-h/DSC00587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156818443617005122" style="FLOAT: left; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was super fun. love it, love it, love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have to start bonding with my class, don't know how i'm going to go about it. I still like my OG best. I hope i stay in the school, and then i can see them at O2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh we are supposed to plan funarama or something. haha however u spell it. i joined food, and its like the hardest to do no? I dunno, hope i become closer to my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-2206244178626887218?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/2206244178626887218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=2206244178626887218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/2206244178626887218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/2206244178626887218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6v7XN_nOju8/R5CqiG75beI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c_NnEXorckI/s72-c/DSC00577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-1913568405236658992</id><published>2008-01-15T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:44:49.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i havent blogged yet in a few days haha. well, been coming home everyday pretty late coz i go out after school(hehheh naughty). today we did this surprise thingy for our OGL which was super fun to make. so proud of myself and the rest who made it. haha. Phu is sooooo fun and hilarious. matthias is fun too, sometimes his actions a bit gay. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;some of the guys are serious about work and studying. i'm scared for myself. and i don't understand biology!! shooting tryouts tomorrow, maybe i'll see pikachu(a new friend)there. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i got a new wallet, yay, 40 bucks for it haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-1913568405236658992?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/1913568405236658992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=1913568405236658992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/1913568405236658992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/1913568405236658992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-havent-blogged-yet-in-few-days-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-1321767859640492446</id><published>2008-01-09T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:46:04.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i went for choir auitions today. dunno what made me sign up. anyway, it went bad in so many places i don't think i made it. i really wanna join shooting. seems fun. anyway, i feel like in my group, the six of us, michelle, sihui, thasneem,charmain,andeline and myself are like isolated. whether if it is we isolated ourselves or the rest don't really talk to us, i dunno. but i wish we can be more bonded. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i need to do something constructive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok subject registration tomorrow. i'm going to apply for PCME. yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-1321767859640492446?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/1321767859640492446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=1321767859640492446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/1321767859640492446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/1321767859640492446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-went-for-choir-auitions-today.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-5485044293771157525</id><published>2008-01-07T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:46:57.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i need to lose weight. i need to lose weight. i need to lose weight. i need to lose weight. i need to lose weight. i need to lose weight. i need to lose weight. i need to lose weight. i need to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;i want to lose weight. i want to lose weight. i want to lose weight. i want to lose weight. i want to lose weight. i want to lose weight. i want to lose weight. i want to lose weight. i want to lose weight. i want to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;Brrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;i'm super super dark. blame it on the orientation!! Arrgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-5485044293771157525?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/5485044293771157525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=5485044293771157525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/5485044293771157525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/5485044293771157525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-need-to-lose-weight.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-8569818956976878866</id><published>2008-01-03T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:47:07.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i got really dirty and smelly today, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chili&lt;/span&gt; sauce, starch, soap, sweat etc. but i learned that i might as well try to have fun while at it right. at least put on a smile or something. we had long talks in the morning and games and cheering and screaming again. And, the food there is SUPER EXPENSIVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was the first day i bought food there coz yesterday i didn't eat in school(i ate my own food). So yes, a sandwhich there is at least 2 bucks(its a normal sandwhich with a triangle with filling and another triangle with filling and covered by another triangle) as compared to seconday school which was like 60-80cents, and a rice with 2 veggies and a meat is $2.60 compared to secondary school $1.50. And the veg i ate was like friggin cabbage. i guess i gotta get used to it yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh and we finally learnt the couple dance. it seems the one before wasn't the couple dance. and yes we habd to hold hands and all. so yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh yea i got sunburnt too. and i don't wanna get dark and black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-8569818956976878866?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/8569818956976878866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=8569818956976878866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/8569818956976878866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/8569818956976878866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/01/2nd-day.html' title='2nd day'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-3377022033193171039</id><published>2008-01-02T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:47:54.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello to my dear diary and my dear friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today was my first day in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt;. orientation. and to clarify things first, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not one to go shout, run, play games and get dirty/smelly and i hate(not hate, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a strong word), okay i don't exactly enjoy most of the time camping and doing activities and being all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; quite the passive person, which explains my figure. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so lets start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mother drove me to school and i reached at like 6.30am plus plus. so early right? but no choice, my mum got to go to school too. so yea. i walked in, surprised to find that there are people there too. then i met this girl from st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;margs&lt;/span&gt; who smiled at me and i smiled back and we just went through the formalities. you know, hi my name is xxx, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; from xxx. so yea. then we went to check out some other students and i went to see if there were any pl students there. there's like a handful, maybe 15, altogether? not that much. then when i was went to the hall for morning assembly i sat with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lesley&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;michelle&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mellissa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;santi&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;yenlin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dezarae&lt;/span&gt; sat in the row front of us. the assembly was a bit like pl, morning devotion, announcements etc. then they introduced the important teachers like hods stuff like that. very admin and a bit boring. oh but i found it interesting that the choir was singing the national anthem and not only that, they were harmonising too! yup. then there was principals talk and discipline talk. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to devote one paragraph to that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;boy was the discipline strict. i thought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dm&lt;/span&gt; was a bit funny the way he said the word "mature". anyway, when the principal introduced him, there was loads of cheering from the school(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt;2s since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;jc&lt;/span&gt;1s don't know him) so he must have been a nice guy. so yea, he was super fierce and called boys "young man" and told us he wouldn't take any excuses for anything. the funniest part was about the whole boy girl thing since it was co-ed. the rule was "to let light pass through" when you are talking to someone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. then we went for break and i ate the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Vietnamese&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;baguette&lt;/span&gt; from raffles city(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;yumyum&lt;/span&gt;) but the rest like didn't eat. i went to find out what group i was since i didn't get any call from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;OGL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in clan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;joaqium&lt;/span&gt; and from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;grp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;vijaya&lt;/span&gt; or something. Then we had THE TALK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the talk is a talk where the guys and girls were separated and they told us stuff which applies to the fairer sex, including bras since well, we are going to be wearing white shirts for the uniform so they told us don't wear black, colourful bras, try to wear white or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;beige&lt;/span&gt; ones. if not the guys will know, i quote from the teacher "if you wear half cup, three quarter cup or full cup." so the girls all laughed. so i was like thinking, oh no mine like a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;colourful&lt;/span&gt; ah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then finally came the introducing of the groups which was gone by video, absolutely funny. to cut the story short, there's this country, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Acsiana&lt;/span&gt; where there's this stone, and there's a bad guy named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;mojomomo&lt;/span&gt; who wants this stone to make him powerful but he can't get it for some reason so he asked four clans to get it for him. namely, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;indus&lt;/span&gt;, seres, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;kyojin&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;joaquim&lt;/span&gt; which is for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;india&lt;/span&gt;, china, japan and SINGAPORE respectively. and of all the exotic countries i got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;singapore&lt;/span&gt;. wow. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; later they told us they they arranged it by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;ic&lt;/span&gt; number. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so yea, there was ice breakers and stuff within my group, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;vijaya&lt;/span&gt;, which was quite quiet. like we didn't like share much about ourselves. we just played wacko and some other games among ourselves to break the ice. but as the day went on, we warmed up to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Hmm&lt;/span&gt; what else did we do? oh yes we played one game where there was polo sweets hidden in flour and your stick your head in and with a toothpick in your mouth, fish it out and pass on to other people in your group in one line. and just on that day i mentioned to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;dezarae&lt;/span&gt;, "i hope we don't have to stick our heads in flour" and it came true. how creative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;besides that we learned the mass dance. there was a couple dance and we learned half a song. so we had to pair up within our group and i was just like staring at the other boys willing one of them to ask me. and yet the fat girl syndrome was at work, i was like the last out of nine girls to get picked. but honestly when he said couple dance i was thinking like COUPLE, you know, at least you need to hold hands or something, but no, nothing like that. and, it was a fast song, i can't imagine from someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; point of view my body shaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; jimmying to music. not a very pleasant sight maybe? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. oh and there was loads so cheering which i just shouted along. and they taught us a few ac cheers and boy are the ac people(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;OGLS&lt;/span&gt; i mean) enthusiastic. they were like screaming like mad and like saying, its fun, trust me you'll have fun. they are madly enthusiastic. i felt like there was sand in my throat can. i cant see how come they are so like proud of their school. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not feeling any sense of belonging yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and imagine my shock when i found out that orientation lasts for 4 days till sat and everyday ends at 6pm except sat it ends at 10.30pm. i wanted to find a pillar and hug it and go "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;NOOOoooooooo&lt;/span&gt;....." I better lose some weight or something after all this. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;considering&lt;/span&gt; joining &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;strategic&lt;/span&gt; games club(!) as long as they don't play chess/checkers/scrabble/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;reversi&lt;/span&gt; or something. what i wanna play is bridge and poker. i hope they don't mind that i'm not good at it. i just think its fun. Yup. this is my day. and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;OGL&lt;/span&gt; said we'll get dirty(mud) tomorrow and wet too and he said, "really, its a lot of fun." and my female &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;OGL&lt;/span&gt; said "you're going to look back on this and wonder why you didn't get dirtier." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Rrrriiiggghhht&lt;/span&gt;. excuse me while i go bang my head against the wall. (kidding) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my legs are a bit aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh yea and i was intimidated that there were many of people from famous schools like raffles, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;hua&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;chong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;dunman&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;nanyang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;rivervalley&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;stnicks&lt;/span&gt; and more. SCARY. i hope i can keep up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;byebye&lt;/span&gt; friends. toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-3377022033193171039?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/3377022033193171039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=3377022033193171039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/3377022033193171039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/3377022033193171039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day.html' title='first day'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-4270093163964786295</id><published>2007-12-21T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:48:53.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello. long time sice i've blogged. i would have thought it died. and i forgot my password!! well lucky i remember the answer to the question. haha. well, o levels are over, and i messed up the desktop again. lucky my mother was kind enough to get me a laptop which i pretty much have been pleading for one this past year. anyway, i think she "promised" to get me one if i have a single digit for Os. gotta really take good care of it now. yay happyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, today i went to lauren's house for a gathering. so fun. even though there were six of us it was still so fun. small and cozy. whoo. love it. we played twister and man we were tangled up. and it was so embarressing, my fat butt in someone's face. we ate starters, the smoked salmon thingy was soooooo good. we also had wine, which was in fact sparkling apple juice. but it was so funny because rachel didn't realise it wasn't wine or champagne or whatever she thought it was right up till she tasted it in her mouth. then she went like, "this taste like apple juice." Haha so funny lor. then we made pizza! oooh hands on. we just added stuff like meat, ham, sausage, mushroom, pineapple stuff like that. oh and loads of cheese! yum, loves. then we danced abit, swayed maybe.haha. and lauren busted some moves to buttons by the pussycatdolls. quite funny, she was imitating them. but boy can she dance, she's a dancer afterall. haha. and we ate icecream too, and added like cookies and biscuits and stuff to it. yum, this is like the most creative party i've ever been too. happyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i've got a new love. the guy from it started from a kiss. joe chang. it was because of the second season of the show, called THEY KISS AGAIN(tsk!haha!) that i liked him. because finally i see some passion. the part when their on their honeymoon and they did it for the first time, well obviously they only showed them kissing and nothing more, but it was still so, so, i'm not sure how to describe. my heart did a double flip. Finally some action! heh. it was like so tender and romantic and passionate. i seem so love sick. man. breathe, breathe. happyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this break has been total happyness(i know its happiness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPYNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-4270093163964786295?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/4270093163964786295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=4270093163964786295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4270093163964786295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/4270093163964786295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2007/12/happyness.html' title='happyness'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-1486637555861737086</id><published>2007-08-05T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:49:15.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello my old friend. what am i doing?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-1486637555861737086?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/1486637555861737086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=1486637555861737086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/1486637555861737086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/1486637555861737086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-my-old-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-5422077534234168288</id><published>2007-06-12T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T23:09:44.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After half a year's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hiatus&lt;/span&gt; i am officially back. Comps up, everything is working fine. I'm so happy. I've been the most happy now ever since i moved in here. Many thanks to clara who helped me so much. I better be careful with the computer now. I'm so so so happy. Ok an update maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Erm i moved house and surprisingly it takes one hour or more to get home as long as i don't miss the bus or i'll have to wait for 30mins more. argh. Works are still on and oh, i don't get kinematics. Maybe i'll use acelearn like clara. hahahaha. After so long and yet i have nothing to write? Inspiration please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-5422077534234168288?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/5422077534234168288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=5422077534234168288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/5422077534234168288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/5422077534234168288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-117195834168756574</id><published>2007-02-20T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T15:59:01.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm so sorry my blog. Its sad without a computer. Happy chinese new year to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want to play SIMS 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-117195834168756574?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/117195834168756574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=117195834168756574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/117195834168756574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/117195834168756574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116515727583606043</id><published>2006-12-03T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:47:56.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>Help! My homework is eating me up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116515727583606043?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116515727583606043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116515727583606043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116515727583606043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116515727583606043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116463200782569976</id><published>2006-11-27T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:53:27.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey my journal friend, its been nine days since i've written an entry in you! Woah time passes. Today was kinda cool. Went to watch Happy Feet with some friends and the movie was so kinda nice. At first i was thinking : What kind of a storyline can a cartoon have? definitely no omph to it. But in the end, the movie was quite nice. Tomorrow i'm going to escape with some more of my friends and on wednesday, i'm having clas outing! This week i'm so social hor. haha. Yep. Looking forward to this whole week. yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116463200782569976?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116463200782569976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116463200782569976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116463200782569976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116463200782569976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/11/hey-my-journal-friend-its-been-nine.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116383942435492613</id><published>2006-11-18T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T16:43:44.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got this from blogthings after doing a survey .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="COLOR: black;color:black;" border cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#d4e1ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Extroversion Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dbe2fe"&gt;Assertiveness: Very High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#e2e4fd"&gt;Sociability: Very High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eae5fc"&gt;Friendliness: High&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f1e6fb"&gt;Activity Level: Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f8e8fa"&gt;Cheerfulness: Medium&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe9f9"&gt;Excitement Seeking: Medium&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/howextrovertedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Extroverted Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116383942435492613?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116383942435492613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116383942435492613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116383942435492613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116383942435492613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-got-this-from-blogthings-after-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116347770710763643</id><published>2006-11-14T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T13:27:36.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hey everyone. Please listen to the song at the corner of my blog. Its SUPER nice. Oh, and by the way, if you don't understand it, here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viens Jusqu'à Moi&lt;br /&gt;M'entends-tu quand je te parle&lt;br /&gt;Dans la prison de ton coeur&lt;br /&gt;Je connais le poids de tes larmes&lt;br /&gt;Et des questions interieures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je comprends bien que tu proteges&lt;br /&gt;De tous les maux et tous les pieges&lt;br /&gt;En taisant tes douleurs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je connais la liste longue&lt;br /&gt;De ces barrieres entre nous&lt;br /&gt;Quand pour faire comme tout le monde&lt;br /&gt;On fait semblant jusqu'au bout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais je veux une place differente&lt;br /&gt;Etre l'âme soeur et la presence&lt;br /&gt;Qui comprend tout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Refrain:}&lt;br /&gt;Fais tomber les armures&lt;br /&gt;Viens casser pierre à pierre tous les murs&lt;br /&gt;Et combler les distances qui t'eloignent de moi&lt;br /&gt;Je partage tes blessures&lt;br /&gt;Je comprends tes erreurs, tes ratures&lt;br /&gt;Si tu me dis les mots que tu pensais tout bas&lt;br /&gt;Viens jusqu'à moi&lt;br /&gt;Viens jusqu'à moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je suis là dans le silence&lt;br /&gt;Quelque soit le jour et l'heure&lt;br /&gt;J'attendrai que tu t'avances&lt;br /&gt;Pour avouer ce qui tes lourd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je veux cette place différente&lt;br /&gt;Celle de l'âme soeur, de la presence&lt;br /&gt;Qui sait porter secours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viens te raccrocher à moi&lt;br /&gt;Mon coeur est une terre d'asile&lt;br /&gt;Pour que tu trouves les pas tranquilles&lt;br /&gt;Vers ton amour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{au Refrain}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viens jusqu'à moi, viens jusqu'à moi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me when I speak to you&lt;br /&gt;In the prison of your heart&lt;br /&gt;I know the weight of your tears&lt;br /&gt;And all the questions inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I indeed understand that you protect yourself&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the troubles and all the traps&lt;br /&gt;By keeping silent about your pains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the long list of these barriers between us&lt;br /&gt;To make us like everybody&lt;br /&gt;We pretend until the end&lt;br /&gt;But I want a different place&lt;br /&gt;To be the soul mate and the presence&lt;br /&gt;Which could understand everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring down all the armors&lt;br /&gt;Come to break all the walls stone by stone&lt;br /&gt;And fill the distances which take you far away from me&lt;br /&gt;I share with you your wounds&lt;br /&gt;I understand your errors, your alteration&lt;br /&gt;If you just say to me the words which hide deep inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, Come to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here in the silence&lt;br /&gt;Everyday and every hour&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you to move forwards&lt;br /&gt;to admit the heavy in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this different place&lt;br /&gt;of the soul mate, of the presence&lt;br /&gt;which knows how to carry help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to hang up to me&lt;br /&gt;My heart is a safe place of refuge&lt;br /&gt;So that you can find the quiet way&lt;br /&gt;towards your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring down all the armors&lt;br /&gt;Come to break all the walls stone by stone&lt;br /&gt;And fill the distances which take you far away from me&lt;br /&gt;I share with you your wounds&lt;br /&gt;I understand your errors, your alteration&lt;br /&gt;If you just say to me the words which hide deep inside your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, Come to me... (translation should be correct)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116347770710763643?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116347770710763643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116347770710763643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116347770710763643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116347770710763643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/11/song.html' title='song'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116288437782433113</id><published>2006-11-07T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T15:29:31.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do boys fall in love with girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. They will always smell good even if it's just shampoo.&lt;br /&gt;2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;3. How cute they look when they sleep.&lt;br /&gt;4. The ease in which they fit into our arms .&lt;br /&gt;5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world.&lt;br /&gt;6. How cute they are when they eat.&lt;br /&gt;7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while.&lt;br /&gt;8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside.&lt;br /&gt;9. The way they look good no matter what they wear.&lt;br /&gt;10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful girl on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;11. How cute they are when they argue.&lt;br /&gt;12. The way her hand always finds yours.&lt;br /&gt;13. The way they smile.&lt;br /&gt;14. The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight.&lt;br /&gt;15. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later....&lt;br /&gt;16. The way that they kiss after you have had a fight.&lt;br /&gt;17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;18. Actually...Just the way they kiss you...&lt;br /&gt;19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry.&lt;br /&gt;20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly.&lt;br /&gt;21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt (even though we don't admit it).&lt;br /&gt;23. The way they say "I miss you".&lt;br /&gt;24. The way you miss them.&lt;br /&gt;25. The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;A feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Only felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116288437782433113?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116288437782433113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116288437782433113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116288437782433113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116288437782433113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-do-boys-fall-in-love-with-girls.html' title='Why do boys fall in love with girls'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116281468016277511</id><published>2006-11-06T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:04:40.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hmm. What shall I write about my life? I dunno, there's nothing interesting. School, CCA, television, computer, eat, sleep, bathe. That's what I've been doing. Not interesting, I know, but it seems I have little time. But the million dollar question is, why is it the holidays yet I'm so "busy" for the past two weeks? Hopefully it gets better as the week passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what I'm going to do about my homework, really. I hope I can just burn it up. After that, I'll tell the teacher the dog ate my homework up, really. You know, its not that unbelievable. What's so strange about a canine having the fetish for homework? Is that really that unbuyable? Darn. I don't want to do homework or revise. I'm happy and satisfied at staring at my beautiful pile on the table. Sigh. But I know I'll do it eventually. That's just the weakness of humans. Or maybe, its just me. But right now, no work stuff yet. Definitely, I won't start revising O levels this year, despite some people saying they are sure I have already revised. Like, er, do I look so nerdy? I mean, I know I study when occasion calls for it, but I'm not a nerd normally. Most of my friends know I yearn to go out more often, you know, shop, movies and stuff. I just don't want to go out alone as it just makes it so depressing, as if you have no friends. Not that I don't have any friends, unfortunately they are the type of people who are easily satisfied by the couch and comforts of home, with the exception of a few. But those people are busier than I am. Oh, and did I mention that I can spend money quite well? So if I go out, I'm sure I'll spend a lot more money, and I'll end up broke or something. So maybe, its better to stay at home, helps me save more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and some people just like to make fun of my brains. I know I don't look very bright and I tend to forget minor things quite fast, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid. But at least someone said I speak confidently, so that's good. Yep, thats pretty much what I want to write. Oh yes, the vienna boys choir have unnatural highness in their voices.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116281468016277511?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116281468016277511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116281468016277511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116281468016277511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116281468016277511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/11/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116229577559179990</id><published>2006-10-31T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:57:08.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SexyBack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The bridge part of SexyBack is so, how to describe it, breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dirty babe&lt;br /&gt;You see these shackles&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm your slave&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you whip me if I misbehave&lt;br /&gt;It's just that no one makes me feel this way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&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/10516549-116229577559179990?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116229577559179990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116229577559179990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116229577559179990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116229577559179990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/10/sexyback.html' title='SexyBack'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116218102660565438</id><published>2006-10-30T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:07:27.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I watched The Prestige and Chicago(thanks for lending me the dvd ner) yesterday and i absolutely loved both movies! Chicago rocks man! All that jazz, men and booze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prestige is currently showing in cinemas and please go watch it. It is so intriguing the whole movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you watching closely? "&lt;br /&gt;"Alfred Borden (Christian Bale) and Rupert Angier (Hugh Jackman) are rival magicians in turn-of-the-century London who battle each other for trade secrets. The rivalry is so intense that it turns them into murderers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damned its super cool. Watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116218102660565438?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116218102660565438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116218102660565438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116218102660565438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116218102660565438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_30.html' title='-'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116175956260358333</id><published>2006-10-25T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T14:59:22.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><content type='html'>Crap, my computer at home has kinda crashed so I can't use it. Therefore I'm sad to announce my blog will be kinda stagnant for  a while and I'm going to have to rely on my good friends (you know who you are) to keep this alive by tagging me. Wishing for my computer to recover soon!&lt;br /&gt;Boo hoo hoo! =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116175956260358333?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116175956260358333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116175956260358333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116175956260358333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116175956260358333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/10/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116151392444889482</id><published>2006-10-22T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T18:45:24.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crazy crazy crazy crazy me.&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116151392444889482?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116151392444889482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116151392444889482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116151392444889482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116151392444889482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_22.html' title='-'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116135545750604473</id><published>2006-10-20T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T18:43:59.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try and know someone else and expect them to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those will be the rules I'll live by from now on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116135545750604473?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116135545750604473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116135545750604473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116135545750604473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116135545750604473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/10/lovely-words.html' title='lovely words'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116091739937255486</id><published>2006-10-15T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:03:19.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>You know, there comes a time to stop. For anything, there is a time. I think the time has come. I've thought it out and I'm not totally crazy over him now. I have a suspicion that maybe I'm more in love with love itself than him. I'm not to sure right now, but i've decided to take it slowly.&lt;br /&gt;My heart still beats a little faster when around you. But, maybe there's more bliss in looking at you from afar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116091739937255486?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116091739937255486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116091739937255486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116091739937255486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116091739937255486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_15.html' title='-'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116081665814459871</id><published>2006-10-14T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T17:04:18.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm sound like crazy. Maybe I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116081665814459871?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116081665814459871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116081665814459871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116081665814459871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116081665814459871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_14.html' title='-'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116074286545855917</id><published>2006-10-13T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T20:34:25.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was my school's 90th Founder's Day. Maybe because i'm not from the primary school so i don't feel that special bond. Nevertheless, congrats to the school for surviving 90 years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Founder's Day service was alright. Some parts boring, some parts alright. The sermon was just sp phillosophical and deep and the pastor was actually quite a good speaker. Choir did fine. I especially loved Santi's solo. Her voice was just so clear and it resounded throughout the hall. Simply marvelous. I got my prize. Third in standard and Best in Science. Heh. My books were alright but i especially loved Jillian and Lauren's combination of books. Maybe i didn't choose wisely? But nevermind. I can always borrow from them. Heh. Next year when if i get the book prize i'm going to choose The World Is Flat. Haha. Don't ask me why coz i dun really have any idea why. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow i have to go to school for a farewell to my choir instructor. Its a pity he is leaving. Wishing him all the best in the years to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116074286545855917?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116074286545855917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116074286545855917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116074286545855917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116074286545855917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_13.html' title='-'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116039040455993634</id><published>2006-10-09T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T18:48:05.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I went to make my IC today. In the picture i have eye bags!! Maybe i'm too tired? Anyway, there's this REALLY REALLY hot guy in Evanescense new video "Call me when you're sober". The guy sitting at the end of the table. He is so hunky and handsome. His name is Oliver Goodwill. Heh. Wanna see him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/817/1600/oliver%20goodwill.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/817/400/oliver%20goodwill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/817/1600/oliver%20goodwill_.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; 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Enough is enough. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116031589091365250?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116031589091365250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116031589091365250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116031589091365250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116031589091365250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post.html' title='-'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116031254477297603</id><published>2006-10-08T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:02:24.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to make my IC. I heard that its very busy over there. Sometimes you even may not be able to make it the day you are there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116031254477297603?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116031254477297603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116031254477297603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116031254477297603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116031254477297603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/10/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116014944000604677</id><published>2006-10-06T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:49:32.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So today is the last day of exams. And yes, I agree, liberation. Haha. So I was slacking at home and I decided to go out for a walk coz I was bored. And I walked out to orchard in shirt and my pink shorts with something like a cardigan and went to forum. There, I went to toys R us, which was really silly. But, fun. I was playing with the toys like some deprived kid. Haha. Ok I think I'm exaggerating. Then I rode on the scooter around toys R us and it was really fun. But I got lonely coz I was like out alone. So I started to call people on my handphone. There I found out that dezarae was in town and she asked if I wanted to go for a drink. So I agreed coz I thought it would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we we to coffee club at Nee Ann City and we talked and talked. About many random things really. like what we like to too, television, movies, music. and we had quite few things in common. At about 10 plus then we left. And there was this cool guy and a band singing at this restaurant live. It sounded really good. By the time I got home it was like, almost 11pm. But I had so much fun. Today being the last day of exams just made it better!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how time flies. Soon, we'll be taking our Os. But anyway, back to something more recent, I'm having monday as a day off from school. So I'm finding someone to go out with me. Maybe to watch Scoop. It seems like a nice movie. Heh. After that one pathetic day we have to go back to school on Tuesday for some post activity and on Wednesday, we will get our papers back!! Thats like so soon. But also good. Heh, can't wait but there's a sense of trepidation too. i hope i did well. Haha. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116014944000604677?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116014944000604677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116014944000604677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116014944000604677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116014944000604677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-day.html' title='Last day'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116012381232266912</id><published>2006-10-06T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:00:16.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1hMvBQMsE8I" width="325" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116012381232266912?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116012381232266912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116012381232266912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116012381232266912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116012381232266912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/10/video.html' title='Video'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116006140425822389</id><published>2006-10-05T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:50:06.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Slide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;It's a touch without feelings&lt;br /&gt;It's a kiss without love&lt;br /&gt;It's the faith that we're losing&lt;br /&gt;And the truth that we hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tear without cryin'&lt;br /&gt;It's a word with no sound&lt;br /&gt;A smile full of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And a love we left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep me from fallin', from fallin'&lt;br /&gt;You got to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Free from cryin', from cryin'&lt;br /&gt;And now it's clear to see&lt;br /&gt;See that I'm leavin', I'm leavin'&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's time to let me be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Let it slide, let it slide&lt;br /&gt;I know it hurts when I say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;But the time has come&lt;br /&gt;Let me spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;Time to let me fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a room full of silence&lt;br /&gt;It's a day without light&lt;br /&gt;Where anger keeps rising&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;It's your face at the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the world pressing by&lt;br /&gt;And the love that we shared&lt;br /&gt;And the love we followed&lt;br /&gt;Turned to pain along the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Let it slide, let it slide&lt;br /&gt;I know it hurts when I say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;But the time has come&lt;br /&gt;Let me spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;Time to let me fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide~&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby let it slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it slide, let it slide&lt;br /&gt;I know it hurts when I say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;But the time has come&lt;br /&gt;Let me spread my wings&lt;br /&gt;Time to let me fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116006140425822389?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116006140425822389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116006140425822389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116006140425822389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116006140425822389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/10/let-it-slide.html' title='Let it Slide'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-116003479033484671</id><published>2006-10-05T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T21:00:02.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Wheeeeeeeeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are soon over and my blog is coming alive now..&lt;br /&gt;Should i change my blogskin? Give it a revamp. Haaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm kinda lazy now. Chemistry paper 1 tomorrow. No biggie. Haha. I sound proud. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should i do now? Aiya. Slack stone and rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stay back tomorrow for a meeting for the prize winners. haha. My paper ends on 9.30am and the meeting is at 1.45 pm. I have soooooooooo much time untill then. I think i'm going macs after chem. Last paper!! Just hold out untill then.&lt;br /&gt;Founder's Day is coming soon. Going to get the prize. *grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahrah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-116003479033484671?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/116003479033484671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=116003479033484671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116003479033484671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/116003479033484671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115874762010127701</id><published>2006-09-20T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:51:37.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone listen and watch the video on my blog "Let It slide" by Joanna. Its nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115874762010127701?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115874762010127701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115874762010127701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115874762010127701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115874762010127701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/09/joanna.html' title='Joanna'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115858757520421045</id><published>2006-09-18T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:52:30.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris Hilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Like what's with all the dissing of Paris Hilton and her album. Although she is an airhead I'm still going to side with her. If you listen carfully, her songs aren't all that bad. Some really catchy tunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an official Paris fan. Yay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115858757520421045?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115858757520421045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115858757520421045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115858757520421045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115858757520421045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/09/paris-hilton.html' title='Paris Hilton'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115838157787772049</id><published>2006-09-16T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:52:47.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Darn, I have a cold. My nose is running and my eyes are starting to cry. Exams are near. In two weeks. Some of my friends started and finished about half!! Some even finished all!! And i did like probably one-eight or someting..Ohh.. Now there's the VMAs on MTV. Alright. I'm going to watch it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115838157787772049?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115838157787772049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115838157787772049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115838157787772049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115838157787772049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/09/darn-i-have-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115787627405193158</id><published>2006-09-10T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:53:14.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Fun facts :D courtesy of Ner.&lt;br /&gt;Name: you ought to know&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 13 September 1991 (its near!)&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: China&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: home sweet home&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: black&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: black&lt;br /&gt;Height: 157cm&lt;br /&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed: Right&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: Chinese. Though sometimes ppl think i'm mixed.&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today: My lovely wedges&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness: sometimes proud/too sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: losing a loved one&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: any kind that has no peppers and olives&lt;br /&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: good enough results, and to actually exercise and lose weight&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: pfft!&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up: I'm tired/I wanna sleep some more&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature: my smile =)&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: depends&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: er. dunno. i miss many things&lt;br /&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King: Both&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: er . both&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Lipton.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Cappuccino&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke: No. don't really like smokers.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Swear: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing: yep&lt;br /&gt;Do you Shower Daily: yep&lt;br /&gt;Have you Been in Love: unrequited&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to College: yea&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get Married: YESSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in yourself: Most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:depends&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are Attractive: Beauty is in thethe eye of the beholder&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Health Freak: nah&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your Parents: ok la&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an Instrument: my voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Smoked: No&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs: medcine?&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date: no.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Yea&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: yea. Some choco/peanut butter oreo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi: dun think so&lt;br /&gt;Been on Stage: i think so&lt;br /&gt;been Dumped: i dun have a bf&lt;br /&gt;gone Skinny Dipping: No and i'll NEVER&lt;br /&gt;Stolen Anything: No.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk: Nope, but high&lt;br /&gt;Ever been called a Tease: nope&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Beaten up: nope&lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted: nope&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die: without regrets&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up: beautiful, rich and famous! Haha. kidding. I want to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to Visit: England/France/Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Boy/Girl&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Eye Color: erm. anything as long as not weird like red&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Hair Color: black or brown&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long Hair: Depends.&lt;br /&gt;Height: Taller than me&lt;br /&gt;Weight: i really dun have a say in this do i&lt;br /&gt;Best Clothing Style: no loud attire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken: hmm. How would i know? haha.&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs I own: not that many&lt;br /&gt;Number of Piercings: 2. I'm a good girl.&lt;br /&gt;Number of Tattoos: None.&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret: too many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115787627405193158?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115787627405193158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115787627405193158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115787627405193158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115787627405193158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-fun.html' title='What Fun'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115744783279177339</id><published>2006-09-05T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T20:57:44.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hols</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;So its the hols. But i got homework to do. Pfft! I have also been informed that exams are starting in like 3 weeks into school the next term? That's just such a bummer. So i am suppose to start revision/studying in the hols. Or thats what i told myself before i got "addicted" to youtube. I have been watching videos on youtube for the past days of the holiday. I pretty much spent most of my time doing that. I looking forward to watching the jap anime of meteor garden. I just have to wait untill the person accepts me as a friend because the videos were made private. I know, I know, meteor garden??!! I watched it like, say 4 years ago? But watching it again brings me such good memories of Jerry Yan. The guy i pretty much went goo goo ga ga over during my primary school days. I think i still am. haha. I haven't watched the jap version though, wonder if its any good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, between taiwan dramas and korean dramas, its korean anytime. Just not the sappy kind. my all time fav has got to be My Girl. Not my sassy girl, but just My Girl. You can watch it on youtube. Ok ok. I'm starting to sound so very uncool. Not that korean shows are uncool, but thats just not what i see myself getting crazy over. I'm a bit more westernized you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MTV&lt;/strong&gt; is till my favourite channel. I love &lt;strong&gt;Pimp My Ride&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115744783279177339?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115744783279177339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115744783279177339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115744783279177339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115744783279177339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/09/hols.html' title='hols'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115702673456949507</id><published>2006-08-31T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T20:18:54.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lookalike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Clara told me about this look alike thing on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;www.myheritage.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; where u can see which celebrity you look like. So this is my results according to the photo i uploaded on the blog (the solo pic). The picture was quite unclear so maybe this caused the weird results??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 83% Rene Russo&lt;br /&gt;2. 78% Lalaine&lt;br /&gt;3. 76% William Moseley&lt;br /&gt;4. 75% Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;5. 73% Mai Kuraki&lt;br /&gt;6. 72% Martine McCutcheon&lt;br /&gt;7. 72% Conor Oberst (guy)&lt;br /&gt;8. 71% Ayumi Hamasaki&lt;br /&gt;9. 70% Zacky Vengeance (guy)&lt;br /&gt;10.70% Matsumoto Jun (guy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just how do i look like a guy. And all these "celebrities" do not really look like one another. Some do, but nor all. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115702673456949507?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115702673456949507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115702673456949507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115702673456949507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115702673456949507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/08/lookalike.html' title='lookalike'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115685555658754026</id><published>2006-08-29T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T20:45:56.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So I had my debate today. The motion was: This house believes that the media is more powerful than the government. I was on the proposition team! There was a mistake I made, I didn't explicitly that the motion aplies world wide and not restricted to singapore. However, I still won!! haha. Although i'm sure if it was in singapore, the opposition team may have a higher chance of winning considering how controlled singapore's media is. haha. Anyway, the prize was a precious moments bookmark. It was quite nice la. So i guess Devi is right. Our english class may not lose out to others better. Haha. Jia You to all my team members. yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115685555658754026?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115685555658754026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115685555658754026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115685555658754026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115685555658754026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/08/debate.html' title='Debate'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115675814713475486</id><published>2006-08-28T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T17:42:27.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGH! The debate was sooooooo good! The 3.1 girls are so good! I'm so scared for mine tomorrow! Wish me luck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115675814713475486?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115675814713475486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115675814713475486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115675814713475486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115675814713475486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/08/argh-debate-was-sooooooo-good-3.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115657882660122198</id><published>2006-08-26T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T16:10:03.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;So i got back my physics paper. I got 31 out of 45. I'm so careless right?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I went to Raffles Shopping Centre yesterday at 7 plus and the jam was just HORRIBLE. Why are so many people out on friday? We took like more than half and hour to get there when it should have been a lot shorter considering it is relatively nearby? My mother was looking for a box to put some crystal aeroplane as a gift. and the stuff there is damned expensive! One peace of wrapping paper cost $4! So we found the box. And after that my mum bought me a drink from Gloria Jeans. I got a mint chocolate bomb for $5.90. It is like a chilled mocha or someting. It tastes abosolutely heavenly! The we bought some vietnamese baguette thingy. It's suppose to be a fusion of viet and french. I ate it today for lunch. So we came home slightly after 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i took a picture of me and April. she is so cute! She was just groomed and her hair is tied up nicely. Haha. I just watched Hitch on DVD. It is sooooooo funny. He guy is so sweet. haha. I just realised something. Why is it a fat guy can find girls but fat girls can't find guys? There is prejudice in the the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the pic of me and April.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/817/1600/me%20and%20april_.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/817/200/me%20and%20april_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/817/1600/Picture%2013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/817/1600/me%20and%20april_.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/817/1600/me%20and%20april_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/817/1600/me%20and%20april_.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm suppose to be in the kissing pose. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115657882660122198?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115657882660122198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115657882660122198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115657882660122198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115657882660122198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/08/so-i-got-back-my-physics-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115640873802899973</id><published>2006-08-24T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:28:35.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I JUST FOUND OU I HAVEN'T THE WHOLE LAST PAGE OF THE PHYSICS TEST!&lt;br /&gt;Now that's really gonna cost me. What was i thinking? Oh man. What am i to do??? Anyway. Devi said she couldn't see my shoes properly so here is an image of my shoe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/817/400/Picture%205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/817/1600/Picture%207.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/817/400/Picture%207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And this is my shoe! I love my wedges! Haha! Bet you can see now. I'll add a pic of myself as a bonus! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/817/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/176/817/400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115640873802899973?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115640873802899973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115640873802899973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115640873802899973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115640873802899973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg.html' title='OMG!'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115625496588238055</id><published>2006-08-22T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:30:36.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;haha. Here to update after like quite long. So the tests are now over but I'm still scared la. Scared of failure lor. I got back some test papers today. Did well for some while others were only ok. I think I can't go well for combined humanities already. Silly social studies and geography!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Talking to jocelyn was nice today. Told her about myself. Ha. I know some people think I'm proud. I shall defend myself that I carry myself with dignity. Haha. Even when I break out in song I am seen to be exclaiming in joy over good test results. But that is not the case. FYI, I break out in song spontaneously all the time. Just ask people around me. I just love songs. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;so now I'm reading a book called "Can You Keep A Secret?" by the author of shopaholic. But anyway, I'm finishing the book already. Its quite nice. So, can &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; keep a secret? Well, I think I pretty much can, or maybe I'll have a slip of tongue now and then. I'm not sure. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115625496588238055?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115625496588238055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115625496588238055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115625496588238055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115625496588238055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/08/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115530942043110870</id><published>2006-08-11T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:31:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home by michael buble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Listen to this song Home by Michael Buble (top left hand corner). I feel so warm everytime i hear it. Love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another summer day&lt;br /&gt;Has come and gone away&lt;br /&gt;In Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Babe I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or two&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine baby, how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it's just not enough&lt;br /&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny place&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky I know&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, I've got to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm just too far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come home&lt;br /&gt;And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life&lt;br /&gt;It's like I just stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;When everything was going right&lt;br /&gt;And I know just why you could not&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me&lt;br /&gt;That this is not your dream&lt;br /&gt;But you always believed in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another winter day&lt;br /&gt;Has come and gone away&lt;br /&gt;In even Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I've had my run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm done&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;It will all be all right&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming back home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115530942043110870?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115530942043110870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115530942043110870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115530942043110870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115530942043110870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-by-michael-buble.html' title='Home by michael buble'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115506099604364391</id><published>2006-08-09T02:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:31:35.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;She lay down on her bed, tired. As she stared at the ceiling, willing for sleep to take over, she couldn't help but to think of the day's events. It was such a terrible day at school. During chemistry lab, she spilt half a test tube of hydrochloric acid all over his hands. Thank goodness it was harmless, for she didn't know how she would be able to make it up to him should anything happen. Cursing herself for being such a klutz, she tossed in her bed. She couln't help smiling at how he asked her if she was alright when she was the one who spilt the acid on him. Picturing his face, she let out a small yelp of delight. She closed her eyes to calm herself down, but fell alsept with his smiling face in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm writing lame stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115506099604364391?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115506099604364391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115506099604364391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115506099604364391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115506099604364391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/08/she-lay-down-on-her-bed-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115493751131283236</id><published>2006-08-07T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:31:51.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Her heart ached as she stared at him across the room. In her heart she knew, it would never happen. As she stared, admiring his perfect face, charming smile, and smiling at every little thing he said, she seemed to realized that he caught her staring. Instead of turning quickly away, for that would be obvious that she was staring at him, she let her gaze span around the room, trying to be as natural as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my start at story writing. Can you imagine it on a book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115493751131283236?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115493751131283236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115493751131283236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115493751131283236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115493751131283236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/08/first.html' title='first'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115399589805227400</id><published>2006-07-27T18:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:32:05.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hear this song moondance by Michael Buble. Its superb!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115399589805227400?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115399589805227400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115399589805227400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115399589805227400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115399589805227400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/07/hear-this-song-moondance-by-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115390973579980342</id><published>2006-07-26T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:32:21.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today was suppose to be a good day. But i had a bad day that i ended up crying. Someone shattered my confidence and heart, and i just cied. My friends were crowding around and asking what was wrong. Thank goodness it was during reflection that i cried, if not the teacher might see it. I felt so bitter and angry, but now its over. When my friends were showing their concern for me, i cried even more. I didn't know why, but their care just made me feel so loved and i was just so touched. So i was crying partly because i was touched by my friends. Too my friends, thanks and i'm ok now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going the beach, lay down a mat, and lie there throughout the night, just looking at the stars. Maybe i'll like to have him there or the few special people and just lie there and talk, or just marvel at how beautiful the night sky is. It is really beautiful you know, the night sky. The atmosphere is both calming and depressing, depending on your mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to dezarae for companying me when i was sitting against the door. Jocelyn and leslie and nicolette too. And the rest of my clique, you know who you are. Love ya guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, sorry nicolette for taking so much of your tissue paper.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115390973579980342?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115390973579980342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115390973579980342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115390973579980342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115390973579980342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-was-suppose-to-be-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115370835513168230</id><published>2006-07-24T10:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T20:33:07.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;hello. I'm sick today so i'm not in school!! I've something interesting though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give someone a 40 minute massage and you can have half a slice of cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;2. Give yourself a 30 minute manicure and you can have one california rool&lt;br /&gt;3. Share gossip over e-mail or the phone for 24 minutes/ write a letter for 20 minutes and you can have 1/3 glass of wine&lt;br /&gt;4. Bathe your dog for 28 minutes and you can have one scoop of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;5. Bake for an hour and you can have one cafe latte&lt;br /&gt;6. Apply makeup for 20 minutes and you can have one handful of popcorn&lt;br /&gt;7. Sit and read for an hour/ listen to music for 75 minutes and you can have 1 can of non-diet soft drink&lt;br /&gt;8. Change bedsheets or put away the groceries for half an hour and you can have one Ferrero Rocher&lt;br /&gt;9. Spend an hour catching up with friends and you can have half a muffin&lt;br /&gt;10. Rearrange furniture for an hour and you can have a chocolate bar or small fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this absolutely wickedly cool?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115370835513168230?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115370835513168230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115370835513168230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115370835513168230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115370835513168230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115305802552813332</id><published>2006-07-16T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T21:16:34.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stars are blind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone see the top left hand corner of my blog and listen to this song. Its so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind spending some time&lt;br /&gt;hanging here with you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I don't find too many guys&lt;br /&gt;That treat me like you do&lt;br /&gt;Those other guys all wanna take me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;But when I walk their talk is suicide&lt;br /&gt;Some people never get beyond their stupid pride&lt;br /&gt;But you can see the real me inside&lt;br /&gt;And I'm satisfied, oh no, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;If you show me real love baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;I can make you nice and naughty&lt;br /&gt;Be the devil and angel too&lt;br /&gt;Got a heart and soul and body&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, ohh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be your confidante&lt;br /&gt;Just one of your girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;But I know that love's what you want&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow the world ends&lt;br /&gt;Why shouldn't we be with the one we really love?&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me who have you been dreaming of&lt;br /&gt;At night at home? oh no, ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;If you show me real love baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;I can make you nice and naughty&lt;br /&gt;Be the devil and angel too&lt;br /&gt;Got a heart and soul and body&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me for feeling&lt;br /&gt;This moment is critical&lt;br /&gt;Might be me feeling&lt;br /&gt;It could get physical, oh no, no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;If you show me real love baby&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine&lt;br /&gt;I can make you nice and naughty&lt;br /&gt;Be the devil and angel too&lt;br /&gt;Got a heart and soul and body&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what this love can do&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm perfect for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;br /&gt;Even though the gods are crazy&lt;br /&gt;Even though the stars are blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115305802552813332?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115305802552813332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115305802552813332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115305802552813332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115305802552813332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/07/stars-are-blind.html' title='stars are blind'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115279899128249489</id><published>2006-07-13T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:56:31.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm pissed. Jonathan Leong was in the bottom 3. Are Singaporeans deaf and blind to let such talent go undiscovered? Silly silly people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115279899128249489?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115279899128249489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115279899128249489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115279899128249489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115279899128249489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/07/pissed.html' title='pissed'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115123138056813691</id><published>2006-06-25T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T18:31:52.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Music Quiz!&lt;br /&gt;1.take your ipod/mp3/wdv music medium of your choice and set it on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2.read the questions outloud&lt;br /&gt;3.then click SHUFFLE or the next button and the name of the song will be the answer to your question!!&lt;br /&gt;4.ok the questions are below and the answers i got are below too. lets go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: What You Waiting For? - Haha. I have no idea what i'm waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: Paradise - So i guess that's a yes since i'm in paradise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What my friends think about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: Trapped in the closet - Ok. What the..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: My Girl's Ex-boyfriend - Hmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: More than useless - So i'll be happy if i'm more than useless?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: Fight For All The Wrong Reasons - haha. This is so funny. I need to fight for the wrong reasons. So i'm a bad bad girl. Ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: Too far gone - what has that got to do with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: When will i see you again - anytime darling. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will i be remembered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: How sweet it is - Oh man, I'll be remembered as sweet. Oh my, how sweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my signature dancing song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: Dirty little secret - Oh ok. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: Crying in the rain - haha. I'm not crying recently. Though i do cry. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does everyone think my current theme song is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: Our lives - No connection here!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will l play at my funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: Crawling back to you - haha. So i will haunt you guys? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What type of men/woman do I like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: Do you ever think of me - so i like guys who think of me. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is my day going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;song: These foolish things - Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so weird. makes no sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115123138056813691?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115123138056813691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115123138056813691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115123138056813691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115123138056813691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/06/music-quiz-1.html' title=''/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115122961151658591</id><published>2006-06-25T17:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T19:44:02.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>email</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have recently got quite a few interesting emails. Firstly, the bithday one. As you know, my birthday is on 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your birthday day 13 of the month?&lt;br /&gt;Your Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are sincere and easy going (quite true). Flattering and charming around are not your style (quite true). You care so much for freedom that often leads you to the difficult path (i guess). Because of your sincerity, most people find you easy to be around although you are sometimes too straightforward. (very true, i say what i wanna say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your gentleness, care and sincerity make you an attractive person (serious?). Eventhough you don't intend to be charming, but you naturally are, especially in the eyes of opposite sex. (I hope. I do wanna get married.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it would be this really meaningful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you..&lt;br /&gt;2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.&lt;br /&gt;4.. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.&lt;br /&gt;5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.&lt;br /&gt;6...... Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.&lt;br /&gt;7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.&lt;br /&gt;8. Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.&lt;br /&gt;9...... Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet theperson, we will know how to be grateful.&lt;br /&gt;10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.&lt;br /&gt;11. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try and know someone else and expect them to know you.&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115122961151658591?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115122961151658591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115122961151658591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115122961151658591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115122961151658591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/06/email.html' title='email'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115113224685618305</id><published>2006-06-24T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T14:57:26.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;the holidays are almost over. So sad. It is like, already saturday. So what did i do during four weeks of holidays? I did some homework. Haha. I haven't finished my homework but i dun really care now. haha. To me it is like almost impossible to finish. I gonna leave some here and there to finish at the last minute. So, i have recently watched alot of shows. haha. All this during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Green forest my home&lt;br /&gt;2. My sister in law is 19&lt;br /&gt;3. My girl&lt;br /&gt;4. Wonderful life&lt;br /&gt;5. Goong (in the process)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember any more. but i 'm sure i watched more than this. Oh nevermind. Joanne called me. I have to go now. Hehe. Watching she's the man today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115113224685618305?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115113224685618305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115113224685618305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115113224685618305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115113224685618305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/06/drama-mama.html' title='drama mama'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10516549.post-115037181681051416</id><published>2006-06-15T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T19:46:05.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;By the request of devi i'm gonna update my blog. Haha. Hmm. Where shall i start? Oh ya, i found out i'm gonna have to switch sections from sop 2 to alto 1. Big shit. Why? Because the teacher wants me to be sectional leader! And i have to go for vocal training!! I'm going to suffocate from stress. I have to learn new parts and stuff. But i dun learn music. So how am i going to accomplish that? I really wonder what the teacher sees in me. Why me? I'd rather have an admin position. I'll only throw my own face. Mr Jusof thinks i got pitching problems. And i so totally agree. I'm so not the best person for this job. I heard they are going to decide again on the posts. I hope i won't become Alto 1 sectional leader. They can just choose someone from alto 1 right?&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and as you all can see, there's been quite a ruckus with the cbox. haha. but when i see it, i can't help and laugh about it. Its just funny man. haha. but i dun really bother about that girl anymore. Sometimes i can get just a tad annoyed but thats all i'm gonna feel. No more than that. I must control myself and not be angry coz of her.&lt;br /&gt;I went out last sat with lyn to get presents for friends. we went to far east plaza. i always get confused with far east plaza and far east shopping centre. Haha. Far east is the more hip and cool one. Haha. We bought quite alot of things. And we kinda "quarreled" over what to buy. Maybe it is not quarrel. Debating? Haha. It was for Monday where our clique went out to swensens (how to spell?) to eat. We were celebrating rekha, ee ling and sherilyn's birthday. sherilyn didn't make it to her own celebration :( I think she was on holiday? Haha. It was damn funny. I was worried the people will chase us out coz the cake was not swensens cake. Coz in restaurants, you are not suppose to bring outside food right? Or something like that. In the end we still took out the cake. Haha. To get a nice picture of the cake, we arranged the candles so many times untill there was holes all over the cake. Haha. What a nice picture eh? Hehe. Then, we realised that lyn didn't bring a lighter. Haha. So we were contemplating asking the waitress to get us a lighter. so we were like making quite alot of noise, pushing the job to one another. but in the end the waitress came by herself with a lighter when lyn was prepared to ask. haha. So funny right? When it came to pay the bill, i was to pay first coz i brought the most money or something likr that. But the bill came up tp almost $80 and i didn't bring that much. So we pulled out our own cash instead. Then we purposely left a few dollars of tips for the nice waitress but when we came to the cashier, the person was like, "You gave extra." So i was like, "Ya, I know." and i walked out. Haha. So funny. Maybe she thought i was snobby? Aiya. Nevermind. I wasn't really using my brain. Then we went to take neoprints. Very funny. Rekha went to hang on the bar like a monkey and her face was cut off!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm gonna watch x-men 3 tomorrow in the night with my cell group leader. Haha. I bet my friends will say,"So late?" But nevermind. I love walking at night when the breeze is so cool and nice. yea. My mother is going to australia soon, together with my sister. But she's really just a cousin, i'm not related anyway. And she's becoming a brat lately, shouting around the house, complaining about the maid's food and ordering my mother around and giving practically everyone the evil eye. That's why i choose to stay downstairs away from her. But she's totally different around friends. Sometimes i look at her and think, how can someone be like that? I really can't stand her and i don't understand why my mum doesn't mind being "ordered" around. Maybe she doesn't feel like she's being ordered but it looks that way to me. She told me that since we are the ones living with them, we must learn to be humble. But not to that brink of extent right? Sometimes I really feel my rights are snatched away in this home. Haha. Its starting to sound like a drama. But i guess living here also has benefits. I get to use to the computer and live in a nice house. Haha. Well, thats about it. Alright. Till next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10516549-115037181681051416?l=firefiregal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/feeds/115037181681051416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10516549&amp;postID=115037181681051416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115037181681051416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10516549/posts/default/115037181681051416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firefiregal.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-life.html' title='my life?'/><author><name>celine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02130495313698958042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
