<?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-1690308448385449218</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:54:26.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LALALA(:</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-702125201081549993</id><published>2009-06-13T15:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:24:14.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>their friendship was like a big shining yellow star which i used to envy so much at times. i really hope they'll make up soon. its super contradicting dont you think? of all times, this silly friendship problems had to surface now. its a really sad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah anyway, past few days have been quite fun. i still have problems keeping my emotions from going up and down the roller coaster, but its definitely better! thanks to those esp crazy woman, jin, darren, jerry and calise for not minding my mood swings. i guess, maybe maintaining status quo is not bad either, at least its not so awkward, i really feel so spent that i dont have any energy to brood over the problem already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jerome's birthday celebration was quite funny. he was really mean, trying to pretend to leave a few times! couldnt he pretend not to know we were arranging for a mini celebration?! a pity shangzhi, jin and meiyen couldnt join us, lol. we had quite a bit of fun, and not to mention argues over where to celebrate at. everything got quite messy, chocolate stains on their tees, flour everywhere! hahah, thank god i had an excuse:D but i was late okay, practically rushed all the way down there. jerome and xuanny decided to washup at the toilets there and went home drenched! HAH. i think it will get messy the next round somewhere two weeks from now:D cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and paul heng simply loves crushing dead leaves. i'm so going to get him a whole box of them for christmas this december!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday was fun too! out with lijin, didnt know where to go, and we ended up at 201mac, BITCHING. talked about a whole lot of stuff, hers and my problems, haha childish and silly problems. and bitched a whole great deal about tayyewheng, that ugly hairy monster. we came up with a plan to utterly crush that big-headed self esteem bulit upon nothing else but mere lies! yes, we really hate that ugly thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was super hilarious. during lesson, i kept complaining about the ugly thing's big mouth to jin, i totally wanted to point at him and laugh, what an ugly fella. emaths and biology was funny too, sat at crazy woman's table to share the emaths textbook. and was smsing crap to paul during bio, that dead-leaves-filled brain of his is really slow! anyway, dinner was funny too, i was practically forcing jerome to go out get dinner for sihui, well she was hungry what! okay, but in the end, xuanny was hooked onto the xbox and refused to go out get dinner so, jerome didnt go either! failed plan lah! then the guys stayed over at school to play the xbox the whole night, i reckon. aniket sent a stupid sms to sihui, making the first move and lol, showing he had no guts! jerome and weihan must buck up already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that sums up about the whole week, so sad huh, school everyday. but well at least its funnier than a normal school day:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-702125201081549993?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-1825098222707510418</id><published>2009-05-28T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:56:25.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you tell me perfecto; but i'd tell you it's simply just lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe the problem goes deeper and beyond salvage through by smsing. honestly, it just doesnt feel as if you're trying at all. and let me tell you, this goes further than just about the little time you have for us. in fact, i have never taken that as a significant reason for us becoming distant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels just so empty inside, i just dont think that there's even any emotion within me to be described any longer. cant even recall how frustrated and upset i was just a few months back! i dont even have the energy to think or cry about it, which i usually will. i really dont understand why either. rebecca said that i have given up. haha, thinking about it, she's probably right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they tell you laughter is the best medicine; but i'd tell you it's running away from the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been laughing like a siaozhabor the past two days, laughing really hard. but i guess i didnt really feel happy at all. maybe i just really need a timeout. a getaway with either sihui or zeke, with someone whom i can really talk to. god save me, i really do not know what else i can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, i need we really need to settle this face to face, and fast. i dont think smsing will get us anywhere, i know. i really want to salvage this friendship to the best i can, and rid of this barrier between us, once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with words, aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy would tell me to pray about it, and i shall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-1825098222707510418?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1825098222707510418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=1825098222707510418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1825098222707510418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1825098222707510418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-tell-me-perfecto-but-id-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-4462083420868333368</id><published>2009-05-14T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:21:25.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm really upset now. you think i'll simply skip papers for fun?&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;whatever, i think i might just do much better without a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt; like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not the first time, but this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shall &lt;/span&gt;be the last.&lt;br /&gt;i promise you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i thank god that i'm sick now, not somewhere like two weeks down the road. during chinese intensive or the actual chinese Os itself.&lt;br /&gt;but please, headache, go away wont you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-4462083420868333368?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4462083420868333368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=4462083420868333368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4462083420868333368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4462083420868333368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-really-upset-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-5466040195471198347</id><published>2009-04-27T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:14:48.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wouldnt it be nice if the world was cadbury,&lt;br /&gt;driving in a car with tasty treats.&lt;br /&gt;changing gear would soon become a problem,&lt;br /&gt;cadbury dairy milk is so good to eat.&lt;br /&gt;when you arrive at your destination,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be treated with an exclaimation!&lt;br /&gt;wouldnt it be nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, what a cute song right! scribbled this on someone's chemistry practical script and ended up with eraser by-products thrown at me, lol. great, the midyears are in a week's time(: getting mentally ready for the grand arrival of the F9s! cleared up some personal stuff with my friends, much happier now. and oh, i've got gingerbreadmen for breakfast tomorrow, in your face DOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you just want to let go,&lt;br /&gt;pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-5466040195471198347?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5466040195471198347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=5466040195471198347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5466040195471198347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5466040195471198347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/wouldnt-it-be-nice-if-world-was-cadbury.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-4260331096358256030</id><published>2009-04-05T21:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:15:21.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling much better now(: thanks to the repetition of hey monday's songs playing over and over again in the afternoon, and two really funny people who somehow cheered me up. thanks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come on, put on a smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-4260331096358256030?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4260331096358256030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-3591788107990378711</id><published>2009-04-03T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T22:43:42.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>they got a sliver.&lt;br /&gt;well, many of them cried badly. like, khairyl, weishan, yihui, wenshee, shila and so manymany more. i know i'll be doing the same if i was playing, hah. but, no i didnt today, or at least not due to that. i'm really not in a position to feel elated or disappointed. but the crestfallen faces of the sec threes reminded me of the last SYF, i still feel that i screwed it up causing the seniors to lose their only chance of gold. anyhow, band, you did your best and despite not reaching your goal, you gained loads of experience, havent you? so, just work even harder for the next concert or SYF two years later! jiayou:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pissed so many people off just within a span of two days, wow. great going, joelynn lim. i hate it how i cant seem to think before i speak or how irritating i get all the time. wished i was not so talkative or even, autistic or something! that way, i'll definitely shut up once and for all, no more problems and what nots. even casper's life is way better than mine, i rather have people critisize me and push my self-esteem to a near-zero than to have to reproach myself everytime my mouth shoots off without sending a nerve impulse to my brain. i'm so sorry, i promise to stay away and try not to bother you guys to the best i can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost sight,&lt;br /&gt;couldn't see,&lt;br /&gt;when it was you and me.&lt;br /&gt;blow the candles out,&lt;br /&gt;looks like a solo tonight.&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to see the light.&lt;br /&gt;blow the candles out,&lt;br /&gt;looks like a solo tonight.&lt;br /&gt;but i think i'll be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-3591788107990378711?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3591788107990378711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=3591788107990378711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/3591788107990378711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/3591788107990378711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-got-sliver.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-5213631754801842268</id><published>2009-03-24T22:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:18:39.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caught the moy flu, i think. but jiahui feels that the flu bug was from him.&lt;br /&gt;skipped school today, was sneezing like 16247times!&lt;br /&gt;maybe due to staying up to complete cheena, it was absolutely crazy. even mummy thinks its an overload of assignments. got to return lynnnn and jerome &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gao zi&lt;/span&gt;, i tell you i took like so many pieces from them. sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,-&lt;br /&gt;lol, i'm actually glad that rarely anyone pops by here:D okay, other than maybe-wina, sihui and jaryl. yes, how great. i can happily post without any restrictions(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like listening to the song &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; now, miss tanya chua's voice, haha. yeah, a little random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his eyes avoided hers at times, and she found a tint of hurt in his eyes. his swirl of coarse brown hair, barely camouflaging the streaks of grey among them. she swallowed hard, plagued with inexplicable guilt within. she sensed something coursing through her italian blood, something which felt like immense regret. images of the past which had been dominating her thoughts all day started nibbling at her again, cruelly and abruptly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-17031122998677066</id><published>2009-03-24T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T22:38:56.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[edit/monday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contain the anger and disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;and chemistry. 38marks, really, i dont deserve it at all.&lt;br /&gt;so please, stop harping on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;s&gt;you deserve it, and i dont? i think i get it.&lt;br /&gt;my abhorrence for bastards are getting hell out of control.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really got to keep my comments to myself.&lt;br /&gt;and, smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realised something really important today.&lt;br /&gt;i thank god for my spine condition,&lt;br /&gt;it shows me who really cares.&lt;br /&gt;and i thank god for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;band&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;juniors&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i know that you guys will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and darren,&lt;br /&gt;i'd prefer to think of it as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;forgotten&lt;/span&gt;; rather than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;never&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you know what i'm refering to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think i need some time by myself,&lt;br /&gt;without anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;i just need to unwind,&lt;br /&gt;in my time machine.&lt;br /&gt;i need to go far away,&lt;br /&gt;a few years back would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;i just need to unwind,&lt;br /&gt;in my time machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm crying out, but i cant give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-17031122998677066?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/17031122998677066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=17031122998677066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/17031122998677066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/17031122998677066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/03/editmonday-contain-anger-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-2227064710794309623</id><published>2009-03-14T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:49:47.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>edwina! bf is my church friend lahhhhhh:D hor, chuasihui!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;one school term down, three more to go.&lt;br /&gt;band camp on monday, so many things yet completed.&lt;br /&gt;everything is zooming by and screwing up, cant wait for it to be long gone.&lt;br /&gt;zeke, i like your definition of fun. really(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the figure walked over, taking the empty seat next to her. it was so magical, his thick brown hair, probing blue eyes as his lips curled into a carefree smile. like old friends who hadnt met for years, they started conversing, laughing gleefully as if they were young children having a time of their lives at the playground. it had been quite a while since she had so much fun, chuckling away with no restrictions. the other passengers took a glance at the young girl seated behind the driver's seat, baffled at her youthful laughter. the seat adjacent to hers was vacant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;restrictions, completely shut out of society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i might be able to achieve it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;spiteful words, have caused much hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you'll be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-2227064710794309623?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2227064710794309623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=2227064710794309623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/2227064710794309623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/2227064710794309623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/03/edwina-bf-is-my-church-friend-lahhhhhhd.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-6427744919614389357</id><published>2009-02-28T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:02:03.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so screwed up; my life's in such a awful mess.&lt;br /&gt;i guess the problem lies with me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, tomorrow's sunday!&lt;br /&gt;and my obsession with monkeys and the colour orange is getting worse:/&lt;br /&gt;bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-6427744919614389357?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6427744919614389357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=6427744919614389357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/6427744919614389357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/6427744919614389357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-screwed-up-my-lifes-in-such-awful.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-5282883976865616466</id><published>2009-02-22T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:07:57.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and oh yes, loved friday, bf!&lt;br /&gt;need to go back and get the skirt soon hur!&lt;br /&gt;i'll change my blogsong soon too, its getting boring(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more thing, paiseh if my mood for the last of the whole week was quite ahem, okay, very bad. super sorry, thats because something was going on at home lar! really sorry, esp to quanie, i screamed at him once. just lost it. jaryl, uhh, try to cheer your mummy up more okay! and stop treasure hunting here lar, no prize for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one beer and four glasses of wine, just doesnt do you any good on a saturday night wedding dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-5282883976865616466?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5282883976865616466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=5282883976865616466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5282883976865616466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5282883976865616466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-oh-yes-loved-friday-bf-need-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-6975873983112720051</id><published>2009-02-22T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:54:28.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;thankyou boyfriendddddd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;for the note you gave me today!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;:Dsuper cute,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love you so much!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, i'm going to put it inside my file and see it everyday(: cause its too big to fit inside the side pocket of my pooh bear notebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think i'm dead. zero homework done:D journal empty, wheets. havent prepared for oral tomorrow, hee. shall say i'm sick, no voice! hahahaha, but its true okay! oh, today was funny as usual, love sundays. zhiling was damn cute as usual and the mean monkey was so sadistic, again. didnt bring gingerbread cause they were tooo expensive, so the monkey's going to bring his friends the following week and pluck off the head of his best friend. so nice right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see the drastic difference between my bf and the stupid sadistic gorilla-shaped mouldy gingerbread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andandand, the part when jem took andre's shoe and andre took jem's bag was super hilarious too! it got that crazy girl peeping into both guys' toilets, and all the aunties were there in the kitchen! HAH.&lt;br /&gt;okay, i dont know what am i doing here. should be working on my oral instead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-6975873983112720051?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6975873983112720051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=6975873983112720051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/6975873983112720051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/6975873983112720051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/thankyou-boyfriendddddd-for-note-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-8334250723674658932</id><published>2009-02-14T17:58:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:08:58.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think there's something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;no mood for school, no mood for homework, no mood for anything!&lt;br /&gt;not foooood. not even replying messages.&lt;br /&gt;in fact for the past whole month i've been this way, appearing offline all the time somemore.&lt;br /&gt;bleh, even typing this post seems beyond me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, yeah, so i might not reply messages, paiseh!&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, going to push myself to finish cheena, homework maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;hmph, someone's big day on wednesday! yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was just like a movie replayed over and over again in her mind. looking forlornly at the same narrow pathway through the glass windows of the bus, just like she did everyday. the now familiar appalling emotions surged and engulfed her like a tidal wave would. she gently closed her eyes and felt a breeze of cool air brush against her cheeks. the almost-inaudible rustling of the leaves of the towering trees that sheltered the red-bricked pavement gave her a piece of solace. she opened her eyes again. but this time, it was different. the same pair of hazel-brown eyes, the defined facial features on his tanned skin that she had longed to see so much. her eyes widened as she gasped in shock. stopping herself from rubbing her eyes, she just wanted the hazy figure to linger in her sight for just a little longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-8334250723674658932?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8334250723674658932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=8334250723674658932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8334250723674658932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8334250723674658932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-theres-something-wrong-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-431717365902849370</id><published>2009-02-07T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T23:38:29.514+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn tired. haha, but well, promised myself i'll pop by at least once a month, so yeah here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE! okay, sorry for the very late wish(its already the third last day). well, this cny was okay i guess. didnt play taidi at all, LOL. break my own record, but i learnt how to play majong! hahaha:D enjoyed the first day though, played pool on shawn's precious pool table for hours, aldrin+me against daryl+rach. old vs young, on the whole i think we still lost? well, it was fun, and thats all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school has been hmph still passable. i cant believe that we're already five weeks through secondaryfour, and left with another three and half school terms to Os. wow, so fast. and i'm lagging behind by like 827397times. ahhhh, blame the slackers around me! hahah! yes, fine its my fault. i should be catching up on my homework like now, during the weekends. but sadly, this is the time of the week that i catch up on my sleep! five hours of sleep a day is not doing me any good, gah. but lessons are amazingly fast, with an exception to chemistry that is, i'm always sleeping during then. huixi's like super cute and funny; she'd be like, "where are my specs?" it happens everyday, i tell you. then there's eugene, who's damn sarcastic, pretend to be what, a loner? but turns out to be another joker as well. then joshua, i bet with you he likes huixi. it's like every lesson, he's not facing the teacher okay! he's like talking to her?! and paully, the usual hollow brain, teasing and making fun of me together with marcus and joshua now. and i think they enjoy it. ROFL? so yeah, almost half of the day, i'll be laughing like nuts:D and teokhongbeng's like always looking at us, every amaths lesson. and i can assure you, we're the quietest students ever in history alright! and &lt;em&gt;dear&lt;/em&gt; marcus would be like " joelynn, shut up lar!" wah, thank you a lot lor. wth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh! physio has been super enjoyable recently, my oh-so-cute doc. finally dyed his hair. so everytime i see kevin, i'll be like, "hello, brown hair!" haha, and he's driving me nuts, everyday nagging at me to eat meat, bleh. yes, condition worsened, but still. aiyah i dont know. and, there's jenny and xiuming, they are so hilarious:D have been going out to eat after therapy to eat together with xiuming too. she's just about as crazy as me(: hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing church friends loads, havent seen them in two weeks! i bet sihui's going to kill me tomorrow, i didnt go for the steamboat last week! yikes. and, ziyin's coming out soon, lol, wonder how he is in there! anyway, he's going to treat me when he gets his first pay, he promised! hahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better call zeke another day, that day thanks to some chem remedial, couldnt lunch out with him. paiseh! bleh, with the piling homework, daily remedials(cause i failed humanities&amp;amp;cheena), and four-times-a-week physio seesions at orchard; i doubt i'll be free soon, fwaaaargh. nevermind, shall &lt;em&gt;ren&lt;/em&gt;, i want to recover soon and do well for Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright then, i should be spending my time on my &lt;em&gt;baozhang&lt;/em&gt; instead. going to make the stupid brace for night-wearing sometime this week, or maybe the next. ahhhh, dont bother.&lt;br /&gt;okay, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lucky i'm in love with my bestfriend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lucky to have been, where i have been, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lucky to be coming home again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-431717365902849370?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/431717365902849370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=431717365902849370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/431717365902849370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/431717365902849370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-4991545313472972183</id><published>2009-01-13T22:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T23:18:18.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>short post before i start on the books again, havent been here for a few days, feeling a bit disturbed due to some reasons, blah. was just talking to kenneth(senior) online, looks like ms lam has been complaining quite a bit, uhoh, the seniors are also getting worried. anyway, wont be taking bio retest tomorrow, helping out with the auditions, wheets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the blackest guy in my class is a big fat loser, he lied. they didnt win sji, and tej won the best speaker award, not him. that idiot. and oh, just cant stand him sometimes, always turning to the "they are being racist" reason against everyone else. but we dont pick on people like him so much just because of their skin colour alright, but there just is something wrong with his attitude, of course the different skin colour would just be a plus point. its like, not every dark-coloured skin person is being critised and bullied or whatsoever. one example would be tej. well, think about it this way, there must be some reason for this racism thing. why couldnt it be the blacks laughing at the whites instead?! but of course, now, its so damn obvious that the whole skin colour segregation thing is deep in the whites' culture already): thank god i dont live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh, why is everyone putting me down huh. the o level results' already super disencouraging, friends and family still put me down so low. yes i know you all are just concerned for me as the saying goes 'the higher you climb, the lower you'll fall'. but dont worry, i'm not that unrealistic okay. it makes me feel really dumb, and i'm really dumb as it is already. so stop please yakking on and on about polys, uhhuh, no way. its not that polys are no good, but i realised that the poly route's not for me. the influence in there is something i cannot yield. yes i know change and try change and try again, but whatever, its my weakness thats hard to change, so if&lt;em&gt; i&lt;/em&gt; cant change, i can change the &lt;em&gt;environment around me&lt;/em&gt;. right? even though, i would definitely prefer to enter a poly if there will be no implications of that choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please, stop giving me all those nasty, sarcastic comments that are totally hurtful, especially when its coming from a friend. i wouldnt give a shit if the person saying those was just some small ugly thing in my life, that i'll forget maybe, five years down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study, study, study.&lt;br /&gt;i need thomas' brain to get nine points for Os.&lt;br /&gt;i need jerry's perfect english skills, both oral&amp;amp;writing.&lt;br /&gt;i need junijie's intelligence at chemistry questions.&lt;br /&gt;i need jiahui's geniuses at maths.&lt;br /&gt;i need georgina's ability to score well in blology&amp;amp;physics.&lt;br /&gt;i need meilan's strong chinese language.&lt;br /&gt;i need wina's pro-ness at humanities.&lt;br /&gt;i need sherry's determination to be hardworking and to do well.&lt;br /&gt;i need gold's talent to write like 2716498wpm.&lt;br /&gt;i need deanne's smart ass to be able to study like so fast, and through.&lt;br /&gt;i need jem's motivation to glue my ass to the chair and not fall asleep before finishing what i need to study.&lt;br /&gt;bleh, i have LOADS to improve on, i see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;north, south, east, west, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where are you on the map now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;up, right, left, down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where do you want me to go now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feeling just like a puppet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh babybaby, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please hold me tight now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause the chest feels empty, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the head's getting heavy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feeling so helpless now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, where are you, where are you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, with my heart now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-4991545313472972183?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4991545313472972183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=4991545313472972183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4991545313472972183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4991545313472972183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/short-post-before-i-start-on-books.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-8031883371543404190</id><published>2009-01-09T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T00:48:10.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, finally done with the K.I.T, gosh, so sleepy. great, red eyes tomorrow:/&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-8031883371543404190?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8031883371543404190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=8031883371543404190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8031883371543404190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8031883371543404190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-finally-done-with-k.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-5359718584749411449</id><published>2009-01-08T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:50:01.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i must go jogging,&lt;br /&gt;i must go jogging,&lt;br /&gt;i must go jogging.&lt;br /&gt;haha, yes new new year's resolution, though it like eight days late. whatever, i dont care. but yeah, shall start again on sunday after church(cant wait to see sihui!) cause i'll be coming home like super lateeeee. why? adam khoo workshop:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the first day, and it was so damn hilarious and fun, well i didnt sleep(: thats already, wow. hee, the trainers were really so amusing:D especially gary, ahhh, his whole prejudice against gays has rubbed off onto me. gah, when i was on the way home, mac-ed at 201 with wina&amp;amp;ju, i was like thinking, this guy gay, that one also so gay. wah, so sick lar. lol! andand, today, i realised who's another person with the terrible habit of shaking the leg, limteongjoe. whey! super irritating lar okay! he joins the shake-leg family which i know, which excluding him will comprise of jerry, enze and zeke, blah. rofl, and yes i was complaining and complaining. but what to do? typical singaporean here, you know:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmph, and so many birthdays coming up, so much 'planning' to do(: wth, clash with the bio&amp;amp;chem retest somemore, sian. pfft, i hate school. yes, so hope you people enjoy your lessons while i'm happily laughing like a siaozhabo in the av theatrette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty then i got to complete my K.I.T, homework from trainer BJ, guess what it means(:&lt;br /&gt;later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-2912484820835224324</id><published>2009-01-05T23:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:56:07.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>school has been hahaha, okay. yes funny hair:D whatever; damn that old lousy auntie who cut it, gah. i hate short hair. deanne, i really dont know how you managed to convince me that day to cut it, argh. dont worry, its a compliment! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to start studying for bio&amp;amp;chem retest but well, they have been postponed:DDDD why? because of the stupid adam khoo workshop. and wow, both my parents going heh, sian. waste money, waste time. anyway, was at lynn's for a lil' just now, together with deanne, jh and quan! hahaha, some blogs are simply just hilarious! got us laughing like nuts, as usual. and nope, i wasnt really high today, well compared to the last few times at church. what to do, with chuasihui around very difficult not to go siaosiao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wheeeeeeee~ finally, tomorrow physio resumes;D it's been hurting badly recently again. and i'll meet the evil jenny tomorrow, totally miss her(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty then, school starts late tomorrow! dont you just love tuesdays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;remember, back in high school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we used to be so much closer then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we had our share of quarrels too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but it always turned out fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;missing the fun old days with you around, oh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looking through the photos we took,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and realising how much i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, what if i told you, what if i told you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i didnt want to leave, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;didnt mean those words i said that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, what if i told you, what if i told you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i really wanted to stay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and oh, i still love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;laughing, oh on that night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we were at the cinemas, oh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the two of us sitting far away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but slowing inching closer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;missing the smile, that grin of yours, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;feeling empty deep down inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and realising how much i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, what if i told you, what if i told you,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to leave,&lt;br /&gt;didnt mean those words i said that night.&lt;br /&gt;so, what if i told you, what if i told you,&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to stay,&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i still love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soon after, hand-in-hand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you lean closer and whisper into my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the tingling feelin' inside me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;racing heartbeat as you said, i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;missing the feeling, i cant find it now, oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wondering whats wrong with me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and realising how much i miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, what if i told you, what if i told you,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt want to leave,&lt;br /&gt;didnt mean those words i said that night.&lt;br /&gt;so, what if i told you, what if i told you,&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to stay,&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i still love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh, i really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and there's a meaning and reason for everything i post.&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/1690308448385449218-2912484820835224324?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2912484820835224324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=2912484820835224324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/2912484820835224324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/2912484820835224324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-has-been-hahaha-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-2921576359979037886</id><published>2009-01-02T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:54:24.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i reallyreally want to cry now.&lt;br /&gt;but gahh, its over and too late for regrets, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;fairly upset and very pissed, hmph.&lt;br /&gt;think i really need to call sihui later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, nevermind, i shall blog about happyhappy things instead:D like how the whole youth group, other than jem, keziah, enyi, and mean monkey, crashed zhiling's place on the last day of 2008! yup, sorry, didnt go for the chalet at all, paiseh. but this was a really last minute thing(: and it actually happened, wow. was super fun, played rockband2 at first, yanling pro at the drums seh! my boyfriend also not bad at her first try horh, silly monkey;DDD then after that, watched an indian movie, haha yes. they speak funny! the guys went up to use the com and stuff as usual and the rest played a round of monopoly, and i lost badly, like last can. well because i wasnt really playing but eating my mac upsized meal at 2am! hahahaha, fattening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subsquently, had a mini movie marathon, ratatouille and mamma mia! two movies which i never had a chance to catch. but anyway, enjoyed both movies(: by the time we finished the two movies, 7.10 in the morning, only adrienne, ziyin and myself were still awake, haha! but excluding the few upstairs. all dead by the time we were halfway through mamma mia, lol. anyway, had breakfast, at mac again, and then bused home on 53, one hour ride somemore. heee, but really enjoyed myself, and wasnt really tired till like 12:D  heard the guys at the class chalet went to watch ip man at two in the morning, so cool lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright then, thank god for weekends, i'm deadbeat. byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-2921576359979037886?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2921576359979037886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=2921576359979037886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/2921576359979037886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/2921576359979037886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-reallyreally-want-to-cry-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-6037377845812902033</id><published>2008-12-30T00:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:40:41.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheewheewhee:D i absolutely love next year's timetable man! YAY, MR KANG AND MRS WEE ARE GOING TO TEACH ME AGAIN! THEY TOTALLY ROCK OKAY! :D super duper happy now, lalala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and well, i'm not going to the class chalet, sorry people! but i think i'll be helping out with one station, only maybe, for the amazing race which has totally great prizes(: really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i totally hate mio. this post was posted yesterday, but sadly because of no internet connection suddenly! stupid lar, how many times already, gah. and somemore i was debating with an old mean monkey at the same time, so because i logged out suddenly, it seemed like i couldnt outtalk the certain evil thing! ahhhh, whatever! no you dont whatever me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats worse, was doing some editing to my skin and profile, but couldnt save changes!!! wth, so sihui monkey, you'll have to wait until i'm free:D alrighty, back to watching my show then! bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-6037377845812902033?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6037377845812902033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=6037377845812902033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/6037377845812902033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/6037377845812902033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheewheewheed-i-absolutely-love-next.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-7023469674432471698</id><published>2008-12-29T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:23:08.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahaah! i love the small-eyed no brain monkey to the max man:D chuasihui, i think my blog profile on you so muchmuch nicer! muahahahah:D silly monkey! andand i think i definitely love you moreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! heee, wished you just stay next door lar, then dont need to talk on phone, and can talk through the windows! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-7023469674432471698?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7023469674432471698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=7023469674432471698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/7023469674432471698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/7023469674432471698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahahaah-i-love-small-eyed-no-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-7295786125025838488</id><published>2008-12-28T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:53:37.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>help. i'm going high after six hours of napping:D you cant blame me, i only slept for two hours &lt;s&gt;last night&lt;/s&gt; no, this morning. was chionging to finish their veryverylate christmas gifts;D anyway hope they liked it! really did some ugly things for the guys, well they wouldnt want crystals on it right?! sorry lar, lack of materials and totally failing art skills:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to church yesterday for rehearsals(: was damn fun as usual, laughing my ass off at the stupid monkey! oh, i cant sing in chinese, really. its like the whole alto part went haywire when singing in chinese, bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, then later had to go to godpa&amp;amp;godma's place so i took a bus there(: see smart girl right. and the best thing's i dragged monkey&amp;amp;enhui there to the busstop with me! muahahaha:D so nice right. sam&amp;amp;joel zoom all the way to the front, they like what running for their lives or smth?! utterly evil people, but anyway, monkey, enhui and me slowly walking behind, and i was laughing like siao again!(its really difficult not to laugh with sihui around, she is so awfully hilarious) and HAHA, they missed their bus when waiting for us at the pesdestrian crossing! jon's face was so amusing when they had to say byebye to the bus which drove away! but i better lar, already at the busstop, but still can miss three buses in a row:D best record hur!but actually because wanted to accompany sihui and enhui for awhile, since they were so exceptionally nice that day:D the opposite busstop very far eh, and its my first time taking bus from there thats why i want them to go with me(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and haha! i got lost twice:D amazing right? first bus(158) i alighted one stop too early, lucky me, smart enough to find my way to the station! and then after that(315) i alighted at the circle, one stop too late, gah. but well, thankgod i found my way there after that:D shawn came to find me cause godma thot i was lost, lol. but anyway met him like just outside his house. sigh, what a resourceful girl. while finding my way still go buy icecream eat and slowly walk(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway in your face samuelsitoe. whoever you're going to ask, i'm still going to win:D stupid grouchy old man soon-to-be ugly evil skeleton. i guess only jon will understand since he's awfully imaginative:D but his life is so sad, he cant even laugh once everyday. awww, hardened muscles! you deserve it:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-7295786125025838488?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7295786125025838488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=7295786125025838488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/7295786125025838488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/7295786125025838488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/help.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-8391702408026711753</id><published>2008-12-23T19:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:51:58.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>damn imeem, it never has the songs i want.&lt;br /&gt;bye, stupid thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-8391702408026711753?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8391702408026711753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=8391702408026711753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8391702408026711753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8391702408026711753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/damn-imeem-it-never-has-songs-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-1935811177401855253</id><published>2008-12-23T17:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T17:25:47.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOLD(henglijin:D)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, havent been here for quite awhile, well, because my greatgranny just passed away. so yeah, have been at the parlour everyday. the stupid incense/smoke totally caused my flu to start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went shopping with chuasihui on friday, one &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; day. hahah, spent like a hundred or smth like that. well, it should be the last shopping trip for the year lar:D and for the first time, i bought zero accessories, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tralala, loads of homework still waiting but i dont think i can be really bothered already! spent the past six hours like watching stupid vids like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;chick vs dick&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;xx's guide to life&lt;/span&gt;. paul twohill's like really damn hilarious and well, xiaxue's so cool man. though i really prefer her old hair; black &amp;amp;curly(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, think i'm going gaga over the vids now. and rae should be in cairns by now! hahaha, hope she gets back soon:D i wont be seeing her for THREE sundays in a row, gosh. but, enjoy yourself babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, lazy to do quizzes and stuff so, yeah. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-1935811177401855253?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1935811177401855253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=1935811177401855253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1935811177401855253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1935811177401855253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-goldhenglijind-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-1382217949499926499</id><published>2008-12-17T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:19:21.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all i want for christmas this year is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aaron johnson&lt;/span&gt;:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-1382217949499926499?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1382217949499926499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=1382217949499926499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1382217949499926499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1382217949499926499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-this-year-is.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-3569850949210590973</id><published>2008-12-17T19:32:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:20:02.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>absolutelyabsolutely love non-mainstream bands' music!&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeeeeeee, the tai love has spread:D i spot lyrics from their song in kanghao's pm, hah!&lt;br /&gt;see, deanne, the academy is rocks more alright:DDD&lt;br /&gt;stiff dylans' not bad too, heh[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont just you love paramore? and no, endy, not hayley williams.&lt;br /&gt;i meant paramore:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-3569850949210590973?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3569850949210590973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=3569850949210590973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/3569850949210590973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/3569850949210590973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/absolutelyabsolutely-love-non.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-2307409848966267709</id><published>2008-12-16T22:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T23:31:14.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahah, i feel so inspirational! LOL, thankyou rae for lifting me up so high:D okay, this just sounds wrong, again. anyway, shall post about... school mates today[: they really rock for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joannequek;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prettiest girlfriend you can probably find on earth, hah, you mean you didnt know? i've got a boyfriend&amp;amp;girlfriend(: wheets, i think maybe around two thousand or more guys envy me now, heh. this boy-magnet uh, aiyah, why are all my friends double standard! haha, treat me differently de. this one hur, everytime nag at me, shaking the head then she'll give that face, like want to laugh cannot laugh like that. talking about it just makes me laugh! rofl, sometimes uh, still take my hair like barbie doll hair! but well, it always turns out super duper pretty:D she's also a very good listener(: always let me yakyakyak at her, hah. and oh, always remember i'll be here for you all the time yes? anyway, thankyou my love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;edwinachow;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry, cry, cry! aiyoh, never cry again, arent you touched? dedicating one whole para to you eh silly girl! wait, she's not silly, this whole smart scattered brained who appears very confident but actually isnt much on the inside, like the durian! her favourite fruit which i hate:D hah, will always remember that day man, lol! and no, you looked great in that dress okay?! she didnt allow me to snap a picture): haha, everytime go out with her, very fun one, will forget everything:D even though this smart alec is always like what ten twenty points ahead of me in every exam paper, and a high flier in school at that. wow, where do i actually get all this great friends who dont even mind my whole bitchy character? thankyou wina, you know i love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;henglijin;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee, although yes, we werent super close throughout the whole year, but before end years. wow, that mugging period, she actually, actually, tolerated all my nonsense! super nice lar, gold heart lar okay, and smooth skin:D amazing, i love her man. crazily staying overnight at the airport studying like hell, and kind of going there everyday to study together. miss that whole period of time hanging out with you and rebecca, haha. must go study again soon huh, it was just so fun! love you gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rebeccateo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heeeeeeeee, super pretty ler lar! the only girl i know who will sit at the vending machine and wait for something to drop, and hah, give credits to your chioness therefore the candy drop down! funny right, and it really dropped somemore! wah, bhb, i tell you! rebecca teo is cute lar okay! hahah, and super nice too. she taught me chem:D all the mole concept one(: hee, practical she also teach me over the phone until like how late lar! haha, absolutely love this girl, always so happy lalalala. and thanks for giving up kfc to lunch with me sometimes lar horh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;deannetan;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha, she's absolutely the craziest person(other than myself, if you say so) i've met. we both like to keep singingsingingsinging, okay she can sing, nice voice mah horh! we enjoy singing during lessons best, why? cause we can disturb some people sitting in front(: lol, but she's nice, everytime go to the toilet with me lar, :D humph, my best mate who tries not to leave me out in anything, who's always waiting for me, i think she's one of those whom i click best at skool. anyway babe you know you rock:DD and yes i love you like nuts too! i actually think she doesnt need me to tell her that, hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;leejiahui;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee, see your name yet? haha, this stupid maths genius, stubborn like no one's business! xitheng, do smth about it heh? but well, at least he's another good friend who'll support me in whatever i say and do okay! unlike some people, and we definitely think alike too:D heh, but gosh i cant stand the whole 'neat freak' thing about him! i dont think deanne can too! heeee, but well habits are hard to change, somemore good habit. okaaaaaay, we're defintely not bad influence(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;darrenkui;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joker. crazy. funny. hahaha! well, he is actually the first friend i made in dunman secondary(: seriously. he someone whom you cannot share your secrets with him! heh, the whole school will know about it. gee, but he is a very good friend indeed(: haha, i dont know what to say about him, well simply because his beyond description!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright then, got to go already(: byeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder how JON got here, hmph.&lt;br /&gt;and no, i'm not done, still have many more people to post about, maybe, tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-2307409848966267709?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2307409848966267709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=2307409848966267709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/2307409848966267709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/2307409848966267709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahah-i-feel-so-inspirational-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-1912342360557652431</id><published>2008-12-15T14:42:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:50:20.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boo, here again! hahaha, okay, yeah, not high now, shant laugh so much to give wrong impression(since certain people think laughing excessively and inappropriately shows that you're just simply nuts). i dont know why, but i just feel like updating:D about the people around me(: okay, only those reallyreally imp. friends, you get it hur. yes, it kinds of shows that i'm bored but who cares:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, &lt;strong&gt;i love&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; my church mates&lt;/strong&gt; most, so lets start with them! hahaha, i think i'm nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;chuasihui;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i call her by her full name:D because she started it! hahah, this crazy girl goes around shouting my full name, she is really funny. if she were to collect money from me everytime i were to use her as my verbal punching bag, if there's actually such a phrase... i think now, i bankrupt already i tell you. we talk alot, seriously, but no hardly bitching okay! though recently yes, i have been complaining much more, gah. haha, but it feels great to let out everything to someone at times:D thankyou &amp;amp; i♥you boyfriend! tralalalas, you should restart up your blog or smth, and then post one whole longgggggg post about me too, HAHA. okay, yes i know, bhb! this girl is one super good friend i really thank god for, really. and its funny how we think we're angry at each other sometimes when we get quiet and later realise that we though alike and stayed away from each other! well, thats the power of talking! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;reaiahchan;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, another funny one! well, guess everyone in youth should know, we couldntcouldnt get along one bit for nuts. gee, come to think of it, it was really bad. lol, and wow just last year, we gave christmas presents to the rest TOGETHER, yes go ahead laugh. its really a joke. well, of course we still cant exactly agree on every single thing up till now, but haha, we definitely share this friendship that no one and nobody would ever understand? cant find the word, sorry vocab too poor! i still have the cards she wrote to me, it think on two occasions(both christmases), and i can start laughing like nuts on reading them. we were so childish back then, wow. thankyou for everything rae, you rock man(: haha, love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;chenzhiling;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one, is the one who also i think couldnt stand me in the past, every sunday uh, super sarcastic to me. and i really didnt understand why?! and now, she's also the one who's usually sitting next to me during sunday school(: and haha, asked me this: joelynn, what about me? (okay, she was joking lar, but still.) i'm not in the same group as you! you see, during the recent shalom youth camp, i kind of did the groupings, and well, we were in different groupsD: sorry, my bad! hahaha, this girl is so super cute at times and i really wonder how would i do without such an amazing friend:D absolutely love her like nuts too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;jemimahwei;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cant tolerate her whole straightforwardness attitude sometimes! haha, but she is super nice i tell you. she is like so super smart and really pretty and not to mention photogenic as well(: i dont really have a reason for loving this friend, humph, its probably the whole haha-arent-i-the-cutest-thing-on-earth image which cheers everyone up on sundays:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;adriennepang;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;she is sosososo damn cute! hahah, yes i absolutely love her for being cute. after talking to her right, whether you're happy or not, you'll just start laughing. i'm so thankful to the lord for just giving me such great friends like her, adrienne the sunflower! HAHA, yes, i'm going to tell her shifu to dress her up like a sunflower(: well, she is one deep down inside:D i cant think of anyone actually not loving her, much less say liking her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;chuaenhui;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;just think of her, and it can make me start laughing and laughing! go ask any of the youths and i bet they'll think the same too, but she's really like gold-hearted or smth you know. let chuasihui and enze climb all over her head. super cute too, well practically all of them are really a nice and funny lot(: at least every week, now i look forward to a certain day:D whereby i can lmao like nobody's business. to put it simply, i honest honest think that she just the nicest girl i've ever known:D really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;chenziyin;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eccentric goat, idolising orange walruses! full of crap lar he, another joker. everyday trying to pull a few stunts, thrillseeking, you can say. its scary how you can see him climb up on to the roof of the chalet, and cause others to follow. the one who gave up the ipod touch for a &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE &lt;/span&gt;fourth generation nano, its crazy how this &lt;em&gt;twin &lt;/em&gt;of mine can think, since &lt;em&gt;certain&lt;/em&gt; people call me a goat, and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange &lt;/span&gt;is my colour too! and now i'm laughing at his dp, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;tanenyi;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my really &lt;s&gt;stupid&lt;/s&gt; senior, but then again he's one of those best seniors i've known:D hee, he's probably going to cry on seeing this! haha, lol. pretend to bully me all the time, but yes, he's like always asking me if i need help in school work and stuff, humph. if i were to go to tj then i'll be his junior for practically all my life hur! anyway thankyou dumbdumb senior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;samuelsitoe; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, the one who's thinking of creating a whole new 911 incident. but this time, it'll be 511(5th nov, that idiot's b'day and unfortunately shared by adrienne) and multiple countries, how evil right? when people go do things like helping in sgb(sharity's gift box) you should be happy:D and willingly, but then this guy was like so cranky through the whole three days! lol, funny isnt it. well, he's also a bit unsound up there you know, he has split personality. so dont mind him! hahaha, okay, but lol, i think i'm so far probably the only one at church who sees his i'm-not-at-church side, and i think its worse than people like me, andre and sihui. at church, we just really like who we are at home/outside:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;andrepang;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another stupid joker, i tell you. maths genius, but refuses to study and instead spends time on the computer gaming. tired, but doesnt sleep, and turns to his music and waits till the sun rises again before sleeping. wow right. i'm like: i actually know such a person! hahaha, but well, he's also the only one who's always free to help me download all the songs i want(cause i cant download them, my dad will probably just kill me or smth). so well, 98% crazy, and 2% nice(: see! i called you nice:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright then, i'll just post about my church mates today tomorrow still have many to go:D&lt;br /&gt;today's the fourth week of my holidays and so, as i promised, i shall start on my thick big pile of totally untouched:D &lt;strong&gt;homework&lt;/strong&gt;, i think english first, since the rest are all at lynnnnn's house. okay then, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-1912342360557652431?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1912342360557652431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=1912342360557652431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1912342360557652431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1912342360557652431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/boo-here-again-hahaha-okay-yeah-not.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-8671812652067096757</id><published>2008-12-14T18:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T18:43:46.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SUTiiVpXvGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lWoQplSn-Nk/s1600-h/rae%3Bzl%3Bdrienne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279593742739160162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SUTiiVpXvGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lWoQplSn-Nk/s200/rae%3Bzl%3Bdrienne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SUTiaWQEbHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sLB7auHMTmM/s1600-h/PhotoFunia_da4c59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279593605462518898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SUTiaWQEbHI/AAAAAAAAAPs/sLB7auHMTmM/s200/PhotoFunia_da4c59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SUThwhR8kLI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oNmSh3FlLgE/s1600-h/joandsi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279592886868676786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SUThwhR8kLI/AAAAAAAAAPU/oNmSh3FlLgE/s320/joandsi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHA, didnt go to church in end): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm down with a fever and stomach flu, damn miserable i tell you, can die uh. didnt sleep until like 3 or 4plus in the morning. anyway, my daddy's also sick. yes, the virus pass around the whole family, gah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, heard from rae they practised the item for year-end performance today; lucky i never go, i still get that part wrong, bleh. and whats worse is that rae will be in austraila on the day we perform, haha, funny. cry already lorh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright then, i'm going to continue looking at my future handphone i'm so going to get from japan for a little more and then go have dinner:D bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, i hate falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/1690308448385449218-8671812652067096757?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8671812652067096757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=8671812652067096757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8671812652067096757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8671812652067096757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/hahaha-didnt-go-to-church-in-end-im.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_bIk2VATqQVc/SUTiiVpXvGI/AAAAAAAAAP0/lWoQplSn-Nk/s72-c/rae%3Bzl%3Bdrienne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-6608519426891699069</id><published>2008-12-13T18:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:50:13.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>firstly, i thank God for panadols, it reallyreallyreally helps(: i didnt believe so initially, but today, miracle seh:DD half and hour then okay already! HEE, so i can to go church tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, posting about youth campppp!&lt;br /&gt;tralala, it was fun, seriously, and this year super organised i tell you. yeah, manymany credits to rae! adrienne! for the yummy food, reaiah was practically so stressed out throughout the whole camp; i felt so guilty. well, the last night kind of screwed up for me, there were emotional breakdowns. i dont know why either, felt super emo since the second day. super guilty, why emo during camp. reaiah, super cute i tell you. but i can understand why, with difficult people like me around, its not surprising(as sam commented).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hah, games screwed lar, somemore no one take revenge on me. wah, they good. this was probably one of the main reasons why i became emo, they only threw andre into the sea, and yes i know he was pissed i didnt get that treatment from them. i dont like ap people, super scary i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, on the whole the whole camp was fun; esp after crying it out(: talked a lot to sihui, jem and rae, one to one:D hah, enjoyed that, seriously. for the first time, spilling everything out. that feeling rocked. okay sounds wrong but who cares. and then, feel super sorry to dorcas, joel, boaz, jonathan they all. cause of the whole emo incident, we were all behind closed doors, leaving them alone. AHH, and i didnt take a picture with dorcas): i did last year when they came all the way for dinner. gahh, bet they were thinking; wow this bunch is one real anti-social group of people. fine, maybe other than andre who was claiming credit(he was with boaz and jonathan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, this year, enhui's friends joined us; joel and what we call him, georgina(fine, george). they were so amusing, and actually they were the ones who were breaking the ice between us, funny right. maybe should have asked aldrinlimkaijie along, boo. at least that stupid cousin would cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, through this camp, i realised i &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; sleeptalk. my aunt used to complain about that when i was younger. haha yes, go ahead joke about it, but thank god i was covered up in my sleeping bag, the guys couldnt hear what i was saying; well was actually shouting from what enyi said. maybe scolding someone? anyway was sleeping outside the second night, sihui was coughing badly in the room, damn the aircon. haha, they only heard mumblings so the teasing wont last that long(: lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday after camp, mac-ed with sihui for about two hours talking. and well, i was mainly smsing and quarrelling with sam, he's getting really cranky. severe mood swings, hah, like pms like that! suppose thats the result of far too little sleep, today still the same, aiyah, scolding a sick person somemore. doesnt he feel guilty??! but cant blame him though; stuck at toa payoh hub for the sgb thing for the whole entire day, and so little rest, fwwaragh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, thats about it, didnt take many pictures, though camwhored with sihui on sam's phone for a bit and yes, sorry! for having scratched the screen, well i just think he's getting scary too. better go donate smth to sgb, maybe he'll be happier? crazy fella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah, most of them should be at rae's now, aunty tangnee's pot luck party. lol, though zhiling and andre's online. and i dont know why, i actually logged in to my facebook account yesterday. wow, i created that acct. in the first place just to some quiz someone wanted me to. haha, still like friendster more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then, since there's not a thing more to blog about,&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;yup; i have a boring life;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-6608519426891699069?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6608519426891699069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=6608519426891699069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/6608519426891699069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/6608519426891699069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/firstly-i-thank-god-for-panadols-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-1207495275037381991</id><published>2008-12-13T00:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T00:55:45.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SUKXY79Wr8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/b1nfV4grHvA/s1600-h/sihui"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278948167899328450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SUKXY79Wr8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/b1nfV4grHvA/s320/sihui" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;wheeeeeee~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back! from syco8! it rocked man:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah, but i cant really update now, so just popped by for a minute or two, alright then shall continue tomorrow(: and this place is getting dead again! heeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;byebye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-1207495275037381991?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1207495275037381991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=1207495275037381991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1207495275037381991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1207495275037381991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/wheeeeeee-back-from-syco8-it-rocked.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SUKXY79Wr8I/AAAAAAAAAPM/b1nfV4grHvA/s72-c/sihui' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-6611178588834486676</id><published>2008-12-09T10:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:24:24.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9th-12th dec; shalom youth camppppp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to meet them at bedok later to get stuff for games. gah, i cant believe i woke up so early, just to post on this silly thing:D&lt;br /&gt;and sorry;&lt;br /&gt;shangzhi and clique, cant join you all on your trip to giant to prep for chalet.&lt;br /&gt;pnglin, cant meet you on wed to discuss primary six class gathering.&lt;br /&gt;bernice, cant go shop for sarah's present this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;postpone to next week alright?&lt;br /&gt;heh, got to go already, i hope this year's camp as enjoyable as last year's!&lt;br /&gt;okay then, byeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SAMUEL-JON, HAHAH, I'M SO BRINGING MY TEN BOTTLES OF NAIL POLISH TO CAMP, JUST YOU WAIT(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-6611178588834486676?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6611178588834486676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=6611178588834486676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/6611178588834486676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/6611178588834486676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/9th-12th-dec-shalom-youth-camppppp.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-1786347101119864003</id><published>2008-12-04T18:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:26:45.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, today was quite boring, this explains why i'm here! lol, poured so heavily so bused home on 518 again. and haha, the bus ride was fun, though alone. i like being along sometimes, watching funny people and thinking about stuff(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tell you, met this very cute but severely overweight auntie, she supersupersuper cute. she was with her another friend, anyway, i think she bought a new fan(you know the type which people use in the olden days, the paper one). haha! its like all purple and has the type of winx club prints on it, yes like jh's blog, aha. and she was actually boasting to her friend and &lt;em&gt;sayanging&lt;/em&gt; it! wah, i was like giggling can:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, this old ah ma, come sit next to me on the bus, okay, i admit i was a bit &lt;em&gt;buisong&lt;/em&gt;. haha, why? cause i was like thinking "why isnt it a hunk(certainly not ngyuquan!) sitting next to me?!" muhahaha, you know probably someone really cute like &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AARON JOHNSON&lt;/span&gt;, you know. rofl, okay snap out of it, maybe thomas instead! haha, i cant believe i just typed that. yes, hockey and tri-marathons did make a difference! well, that is compared to him during the primary school years. and tej, please dont tell your senior i said that, please? and i really honestly dont know why i had that thought, as in about who i must sit with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i'm just going a bit high again. but i tell you, i hate my condo's new sidegate. it reallyreally suck, like big time, esp when its raining. gah, shant talk about it anymore, super irritated. and i'm thinking, i might actually decide to enter a jc instead, after talking to aloysius while running home. met him on the bus, and we were both drenched lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright got to log off for dinner already! zeke chew's flying off tonight, bye silly donkey, enjoy turkey alright? and we really &lt;s&gt;honestly&lt;/s&gt; wont miss you! heehee:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, one more thing, i'm really starting to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; ahbengs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-1786347101119864003?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1786347101119864003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=1786347101119864003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1786347101119864003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1786347101119864003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-today-was-quite-boring-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-4997577536313579499</id><published>2008-12-02T01:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:55:07.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah, today was crazy. supposed to have gone out with tej and zeke but tej fell sickD: rofl, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;get well soon&lt;/span&gt; yeah? but well, we still went out lar, cause zeke's internet was down, so at stay home very sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, we were nuts, i tell you. movie marathon! what we planned but initially only two movies at cathay after we meet tej after his training, i still feel its unfair that his skool is actually in orchard. but anyway we ended up going nearby since we didnt need to meet tej, and oh, we both woke up late, hahah. so lunched at tm yoshinoya, yeah again. he has &lt;em&gt;NEVER&lt;/em&gt; tried yoshinoya before, amazing lar. we disliked pineapples, so the pineapples in the 'cocktail' drink were mashed up all disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched wild child first at goldenvillage tm, met deanne, jiahui and kanghao outside the theatre, and &lt;em&gt;WOW&lt;/em&gt;, didnt invite me horhD: lol, nevermind its alright lar. and i thought it wasnt that bimbotic afterall, i guess. and yes, deanne they all met my mum and brothers, gah. gave me a huge scare lar. thank god i didnt meet them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, we actually watched three movies, in three different theatres(as in gv/cathay), in three different places. lmao, yes, mad but cool seh:D watched four christmases at cs cineplex, then bused to e!hub cathay where we watched city of ember. i smuggled my bk dinner in, but only ate the fries. stupid, then later went back to bk to get zeke's dinner, then only i started eating my burger, and oh, i only ate 3/4 of it. funny, my burger was all yuck by then. homed after dinner! we were like laughing at our condo's new sidegate, it totally has this prisoners-feel. and its like so troublesome and difficult to use, grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zeke told me about tej and debra--they were together before and i was the &lt;em&gt;ONLY&lt;/em&gt; one who didnt know, pfft, he claimed that i was &lt;em&gt;MIA&lt;/em&gt; that period of time. but still, i am so going to screw the two, i shall organise another something after zeke gets back from turkey. uncle, you better get me a present hur, i dont care(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and last thing, i actually like that wacky ah-beng hairdo of his, making his hair colourful is, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;, another of his expensive means to waste-his-free-time-away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got piano lesson tomorrow morning; and physio in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;alright then, byebye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-4997577536313579499?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4997577536313579499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=4997577536313579499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4997577536313579499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4997577536313579499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/12/hah-today-was-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-5557587633476600570</id><published>2008-11-29T17:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:23:38.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, changed:D&lt;br /&gt;now its the fourth post, wheets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant wait for angus, thongs and perfect snogging to come out in the cinemas!&lt;br /&gt;absolutely love stiff dylans!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-5557587633476600570?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5557587633476600570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=5557587633476600570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5557587633476600570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5557587633476600570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-changedd-now-its-fourth-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-3903993214118221839</id><published>2008-11-29T16:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:49:28.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wheeee~ third post of the day; okay doesnt seem like on the blog, because of the different timings. anyone knows how to change the timing of the blog? anyway this explains how bored i am. actually not lar, its because i havent posted for the last two days and yeah... a lot of things to say! well, simply because no one to talk to recently, as in face to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, did i actually mention that i met jeremy again! damn coincidental i tell you, first chinese tuition for two years, then never see for one year, and then met him at the tekra pak thing this year, and on thurs, i met the joker again! lmao, i sound so excited, because really enjoyed chinese tuition last time lar, the whole bunch of us. weird thing is, haha, met him during amaths tuition. okay, first, i was just checking the *new* guy out, i do that all the time, including girls(: cause there always seem to be someone i know. and then, okay, if he sees this, he'll be like, i knew it. and i cant believe i'm saying it, but i was thinking, this guy quite cute uh, and familar! then i see his school's fulscap, and then look at him again. then i know its the stupid silly joker heh. he change alot lorh. wah then the whole time cannot concentrate, thinking about last time chinese tuition, super funny, go ask sangweihan:D really miss the old times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, one longlongggg para on remy(i decided to call him this!) haha, okay next, i've been going gaga over two shows, project runway and the little nyonya! super nice lar, and i understand why christian won already. sadly, rami cant really choose colours. and the little nyonya rocks i tell you. i watch until episode eight ler, damndamndamn nice, i was crying i tell you. so touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fourth finger hurts, i think i twisted it, somehow. yes, i know its amazing, thankyou(:&lt;br /&gt;having problems typing nowD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;receiving new songs from bigjoke andre now:D heeeee, manymany new songs i tell you. making me go wayway highhhhh! talking about that, the A7X concert, hah. heard it was &lt;s&gt;pretty good&lt;/s&gt;. okay fine, it rocked. grrr, didnt go, but no i dont regret, cause i'm not a big fan): sadly! hahaha:D&lt;br /&gt;however i would totally absolutely go catch it; if it was paramoreeeeeeeee. i love them gah, when will they have a concert here? ahhh, sugar rush, just that the sugar is music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy's going to paris tomorrow i think, some airplane crashed into the sea again. he's got to go investigate again, well lol. haha, bringing really many big thick coats, what to do, winter mah. i heard it was snowing, yes mark was &lt;em&gt;BOASTING&lt;/em&gt; that he only needed a thin jacket there. he's like always going skiing, it is so unfair. they are always coming back to singapore to visit, and we are never going there to london to visitD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm going to pack myself in the luggage:D hee, byebye, i'm going to paris too! haha, then i get my daddy's credit card and go do loads of christmas shopping for myself! xD heard the branded stuff there are cheaper, cause the last time he went there, he came with with a new LV for my mum. well, i only got a lancer lar. i shall go there to get what i want, myself. sad part is i have to go there the unglam way! boohoo, wwhy the heck is the price of a plane ticket there 2000dollars or something??! same price as my new tv seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, is there kate spade and chanel there? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-3903993214118221839?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3903993214118221839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=3903993214118221839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/3903993214118221839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/3903993214118221839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/wheeee-third-post-of-day-explain-how.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-4374864940970706760</id><published>2008-11-29T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T15:20:11.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes,&lt;br /&gt;one more last thing.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt enjoy madagascar2 either :x&lt;br /&gt;thought it was quite boring, didnt laugh(well, only once).&lt;br /&gt;sorry to those who did enjoy it, rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but well, it was fun out with wina!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-4374864940970706760?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4374864940970706760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=4374864940970706760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4374864940970706760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4374864940970706760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-yes-one-more-last-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-1763287038305483819</id><published>2008-11-29T14:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T18:22:27.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala, blogging again. i dont know why(: and at the sametime listening to david archuleta's new songs! hahahah, really niceeee, got to ask someone to help me download later, hmmmm, okay aiming my bestest cousin, muhahahaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i have three things to do now:&lt;br /&gt;ask for the songgggs:DD&lt;br /&gt;wash the dishes; even though i wasnt even awake when the plates started piling up.&lt;br /&gt;and finally get down to my homeworkD:&lt;br /&gt;argh, JOELYNN STOP PROCASTINATING. grrrr, i have to start mugging already; damn the olevels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, side track; i love david archuletaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. and naomi's dp is him! andand kwangming's also listening to his songs. gah, dont you just love him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back. decided to ask andre instead, stupid aldrinlim is not online. but there's no replyD: oh, whatever. hahaha, i'm thinking of ten resolutions for next year.(okay yes, pathetic compared to quan's hundred. i dont care lar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, here goes;&lt;br /&gt;1. i want to spend more time with my comfy bed:D&lt;br /&gt;2. i want to stop procastinating, really, and just start doing daily revision. i do not want to regret again, like whatever happened during psle.__.&lt;br /&gt;3. i want to stop spending so much money. do not ask me how much i've spent in these two weeks alone.&lt;br /&gt;4. i want to throw less tantrums and be a nicer person.&lt;br /&gt;5. i want to give to offering every month.&lt;br /&gt;6. i want to listen to more music, all genres:D&lt;br /&gt;7. i want to do more quiet time.&lt;br /&gt;8. i want to get more hongbaos next year, hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;9. i want to watch more movies.&lt;br /&gt;10. i want to practise the piano more often.&lt;br /&gt;11. i want to put more effort into physio, i want to recover quickly!&lt;br /&gt;12. i want to eat lesser for meals and uhh, at more regular times, not at twelve midnight or something!&lt;br /&gt;13. i want to eat more kueh:D heee, baba-peranakan background mah, so must eat more of this food!&lt;br /&gt;14. lastly, i want to spend the rest of this holiday more meaningfully, like watching more teevee before the school term starts, HAHA. yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so probably, its more than 10(:&lt;br /&gt;its three-thirty, got to go to the dishes and have my lunch! and one more thing, i'm free on thursday and friday(other than an hour for physio)! you get what i mean uh..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;monday, out with zeke and tej(after his training, why do you have hockey on mondays?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wednesday, out with sihui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wheeeee~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-1763287038305483819?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1763287038305483819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=1763287038305483819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1763287038305483819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1763287038305483819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/lalala-blogging-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-8913891914360613016</id><published>2008-11-27T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T14:41:30.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i honestly do not know why i've been blogging so much recently, and lol, got this quiz from some random person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES AND REGULATIONS&lt;br /&gt;1. put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. press forward for each question. [mental note to self again: charge my ipod tonight!]&lt;br /&gt;3. use the song title to answer the question even if it doesnt make sense.&lt;br /&gt;4. write the answers, giving your own comments on how it relates to the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. tag 5 people. (muahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) how are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;yesterday-leona lewis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wow, okay, thinking about yesterday...? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh i went out with wina! heeee, loads of fun lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) will you get far in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;dont matter-akon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;uhh, haha, it doesnt matter how far i get in life? so its alright not to study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) how do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;happy working song-amy adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh, please dont tell me they think i'm a nerd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;it's not over-chris daughtry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;huh? from the song, i guess not, cause i'm not over my last guy..? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, thats really silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) what is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;epiphany-bowling for soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you mean she wants a new&amp;amp;better bestie? D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) what is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;like you'll never see me again-alicia keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i dont know. having everyone love me like they'll never see me again?! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) what was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;snakes on a plane-cobra starship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ready to kiss high school goodbyeeeee(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;which means i didnt enjoy it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) how's your life going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;what i go to skool for-jonas brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no link lar. uhh, supposedly living on for someone you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) what's the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;forever-chris brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you mean they go dancing late at night? and wow, they didnt ask me! what great friends:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) what song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;move along-the all american rejects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hello, anyone there??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gosh they're so over me already! D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) how does the world see you in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;skyway avenue-we the kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dont really get the question? you mean their perspective of me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay, uhh, someone who would die for love? and no, you're probably wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;lollipop-mika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wow, like how kids lust after lollipops? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) how can you make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the best damn thing-avril lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the disillusion that i'm the best damn thing on the planet, happy already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) what should you do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;hurt-christina aguilera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;uhh, treasure the people around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hmmm, this thing is actually starting to make some sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) will you ever have children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;no one-alicia keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WHAT? no one, much less say kids, it sucks man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) what song would you strip to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;awake-secondhand serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay, so i can change into my skool uniform and get ready for skool when i wake up:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hah, funny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) what does your mum think of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;how to save a life-the fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she thinks i can totally save someone from boredom with my ever-so stupid actions hur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha, by making them laugh. how comforting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) what is your deep dark secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;when it all falls apart-the veronicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh, ummm, i'm this robot falling into pieces? blame the Olevels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) what is your enemy's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;gomenasai-TATU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;heehee, they are so sorry for being unable to catch me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) what's your personality like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;cant help but wait-trey songz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;very forgiving. humph, yeah(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) what song will be played at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;sexy love-neyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'll probably have this real hot&amp;amp;sexy husband. wheeee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha, i wish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so now, who shall i tag.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, and you cant really copy and paste:DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;joanne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;edwina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;deanne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sarah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bernice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDhappy doing the quiz~&lt;br /&gt;and uhoh, i didnt answer all questions based on the song title but the song lyrics :x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-8913891914360613016?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8913891914360613016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=8913891914360613016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8913891914360613016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8913891914360613016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-honestly-do-not-know-why-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-2500489570611709739</id><published>2008-11-25T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:56:41.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;uh-oh. humph, i just realised i have yet to blog about the band farewell party! gooooosh, i really forgot. but well, didnt take many pictures so whatsoever so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, on the whole it was really fun:DDDD games were uhh, chaotic. well, i was drenched by nataline during the first game and then wow, wonder who, started dumping FLOUR on me, lmao. &lt;strong&gt;FLOUR+WATER=DOUGH!&lt;/strong&gt; god knows how long i took to wash off all those dough in my hairD: haha, but it was fun. heeee, and i remembered vaguely throwing flour onto weishan and joanne, damn. i dont know lar, how to think of it, i dont know why i flour-ed them too): sorry bf and junior. i think i was just too high and aimed anyone i saw. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, well, i rinsed my hair once at skool, then gave seniors their presents, and yeah, I'M SO SORRY SIANPEI AND HUIXIN. gosh, they'll know why. so sorry! the presents kind of screwed. and now, i really hate last minute work, joanne actually helped to wrap the presents, gahhhh. what a terrible junior i am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;alright, then after the whole party thing(lowlow chased everyone out of the skool compounds, how evil), i went out with HUIXIN!, KHAIHUI!, DARYL!, quan and paully for supper at 201 mac, well i didnt really eat much, i shared my vegetarian food with joanne and joel. and no, i &lt;em&gt;dont&lt;/em&gt; mind, seriously. we were like, "going to take pictures later" so many times. but we still forgot o.o how smart of meD:but well supper was fun, we left the place at eleven i think. we were like joking about everything we could actually think of, nuts yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;alright only have these few peektures;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole band; i think it was kind of candid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SSwNG1KyVNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Cd4t_t_ilh8/s1600-h/band+farwell+party"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272603674746705106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SSwNG1KyVNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Cd4t_t_ilh8/s320/band+farwell+party" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;present&amp;amp;cards from my beloved! seniors, sianpei and huixin!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272605993683102882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SSwPNz4TrKI/AAAAAAAAAO0/t70dU6t5CSk/s320/Photo252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha, see the chaotic mess! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;loved it though(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and dont forget, there was the parade ground too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272607077217312338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SSwQM4W_nlI/AAAAAAAAAO8/-5Tpch_zLho/s320/farewell+party+08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, sorry its pathetic! but with all the attacks at us, our phones would be at risk if we were to snap pictures&gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-2500489570611709739?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2500489570611709739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=2500489570611709739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/2500489570611709739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/2500489570611709739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/uh-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SSwNG1KyVNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/Cd4t_t_ilh8/s72-c/band+farwell+party' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-8337547876814892529</id><published>2008-11-25T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:58:36.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yup; doing another quiz, i dont know why either.&lt;br /&gt;and hmm, tagged by jiahui.&lt;br /&gt;made some changes, well just couldnt stand the abbreviations. wonder who came out with this quiz, shakes head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. do you have secrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;well, who doesnt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. would you fall in love with a boy younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;probably not, i would feel like a nanny):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. do you enjoy going to school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yup:D cause i would miss my friends badly, like now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but i really dislike the whole wake-up-early-in-the-morning thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;give one tenth as offering, save the rest, and oh yes buy a camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. would you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i have quite a few besties; who are you refering to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hmmm, i think both will be good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.list out your favourite bands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;the academy is, paramore, boys like girls and bowling for soup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;but really, i somehow prefer single artistes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.what's your favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;this is getting really silly, uhh, depends on my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.is there any thing that makes you extremely happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;extremely? so far nothing much; okay apart from a couple of occasions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.what makes you angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it'll be a very long list, but well, i &lt;em&gt;AM&lt;/em&gt; really hot-tempered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.how would you see yourself in 10 yrs time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;10years? i dont know, get a high paying job and save for branded stuff, hahahah.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.who is currently the most important person to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;you mean who &lt;em&gt;ARE&lt;/em&gt;, cause i really love many people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.what is the most important thing in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;same answer as jiahui, being happy(: and always believing and praising God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.single or attached?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SINGLE&lt;/em&gt;, and wow i have two boyfriends. okay, funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;well, i do try to be happy everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What are your favourite colours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;why not take a look at my bag(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;relationship with..? maybe, maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.if you fall in love with 2 people simultaneously, who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;well, then it goes to show that i dont really love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it really depends, but God taught us to forgive and forget right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. what do you really want now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;hmmm, spend this holidays meaningfully(: and of course, have fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.tag five people to do this quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;muahahaha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;chuasihui; yes another one(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;edwina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;yuquan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;sarah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;and i know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;joanne! hee, i didnt forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, lol! going out with wina tomorrow to orchard. going to catch madagascar2 at cineleisure(: finally, after a week, and i still cant believe i'm going to watch it. well, i remembered the first one sucked, i was practically sleeping:x not my fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mental note to self: ask wina to bring her camera:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, okay, new teevee coming in tomorrow, wheets. byebye to my old one, at least ten years already! a lot of &lt;em&gt;gan qing&lt;/em&gt;. but 47inches to 40inches, wonder if i can adjust to the major change in size seh. aiyah whatever, i think i'm blogging nonsense, lol. too much time to waste already. why are most of my friends so busy this holidays? so sadD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rofl, going out with wendy next month only. zeke and supposedly tej, &lt;em&gt;HE AINT REPLYING AGAIN, &lt;/em&gt;to i-wonder-where. me and that boy staying five levels down are about to rot at home, really. waiting for bernice to return, then we can go out to celebrate sarah's birthday! okay what/who else? the clique doesnt seem to have any plans. and oh, i want a sixsixohfive gathering lar, didnt meet them this year during teachers' day, was on the plane to bangkok. shall ask debra about it! hee:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i pierced my ear again today, wheeee~&lt;br /&gt;hahah, if only my second earhole on my right ear didnt close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright then, shall go off first! byebye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-8337547876814892529?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8337547876814892529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=8337547876814892529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8337547876814892529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8337547876814892529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/yup-doing-another-quiz-i-dont-know-why.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-7186374367596986264</id><published>2008-11-22T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:11:27.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SSfZ64-dqRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pQppcCiPY8E/s1600-h/HEIDI+KLUM!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271421494610471186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SSfZ64-dqRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pQppcCiPY8E/s320/HEIDI+KLUM!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;isnt heidi klum like just the prettiest? goooooooooooosh(: LOL, and she's the one who designs birkenstock! and oh, project runway! AHHHH, talking about that, christian wonD: not jillian, super sad can. but really enjoyed watching this whole season:DDDD&lt;br /&gt;heidi's always like; today you're in, and the next day you're out. super hilarious i tell you, she says that at least twice everyevery episode! cant wait for season five to be aired in s'pore, although the whole season four probably still has two episodes to go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, yes, i'm crazy.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE PROJECT RUNWAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-7186374367596986264?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7186374367596986264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=7186374367596986264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/7186374367596986264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/7186374367596986264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/isnt-heidi-klum-like-just-prettiest.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/SSfZ64-dqRI/AAAAAAAAAOc/pQppcCiPY8E/s72-c/HEIDI+KLUM!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-4447803790949846827</id><published>2008-11-17T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:50:29.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>humph, deanne's going to club med, AGAIN. until sunday somemore, so longggggg, grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, going to miss her like shit, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh wells,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ENJOY YOURSELF BABE, AND COME BACK TANNED FOR ONCE ALRIGHT!&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and meanwhile, she's going to bring back toilet rolls for me, how nice of her! hahaha(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-4447803790949846827?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4447803790949846827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=4447803790949846827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4447803790949846827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4447803790949846827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/humph-deannes-going-to-club-med-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-874658982145148105</id><published>2008-11-16T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:14:31.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>backkk from malaysia! haha, the wedding was fun, sharon yiyi super pretty larrrrr. wahlao eh. they even had three weddings altogether, kuching, melaka, and going back to ipoh for friday's last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and okay now, SUPER SAD AND PISSED AND DISAPPOINTED, deanne'll know why. i'm like, where did you pick up all this sarcasm from? aiyah, okay i give up, if you dont want any audience or what so then come confront me personally or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and alright, have to log off nowD:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-874658982145148105?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/874658982145148105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=874658982145148105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/874658982145148105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/874658982145148105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/backkk-from-malaysia-haha-wedding-was.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-5395216281204030581</id><published>2008-11-12T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:17:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lalala, okay, woke up at uhhh, nine-thirty today? like already halfway through geography, HAHA. okay, pleaseeeeeee dont scold me deanne:D i actually decided to go to skool because of you leys(: also partly cause still had physio today lar~ but anyway going to skip tomorrow, i think, after recess. before that the guys are going to mac201 for breakfast. i'll probably go later, and not planning to eat. so expensive, eeeeeeeeeee. dont know why, jerry seems to be overspending really badly recently. stop it alright! LOL, can give me the spare cash though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, in currently, my sexy boyfriend chuasihui has four guys after her and one ex trying to get back with her~ wahhhhh, loads of competition ooh. but hahahaa, she's already mine! so you guys dream on okay(: i realised i have two really hot and wanted boyfriends seh, JOANNE! and SIHUI! wow:D i rock man, see both choose me over the others, HAH, LOSERS. alright, going a bit high, heeee. relationships are soso scary, one day so close, next day byebye, imagine the heartbreak, gosh. really freaky, well to me, only sihui will know why right:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee, today super random lar. but anyway, shall blog about my second physio therapy session! and i officially hate the travelling to and fro, thankgod, i'm not in some branded skools faaaaaaraway from home. i tell you, i dont like that zappy thing dr kevin uses, super painfulD: and i feel aches all over now, but what to do, i dont want my s-shaped spine, SEXY hur, to worsen anymore lar~ but, yeah doc's gonna give me long term mc for band(: wheets, so i wouldnt need to feel that pain while playing my instru meanwhile! its miserable, you know. so please, dont poke/hit me anywhere alright! sounds wrong again, O.o&lt;br /&gt;i might just scream and crumble into debris or something. and oh, i have another appointment tomorrow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;changing the blogsong already! sorry to those peeps who're super into lovebug yeah, hah. i tell you, i totally love the academy is. its another unknown band that'll beome famous soon, just like secondhand serenade, like listened to their songs for a year then it came out on the radio. oh funny, how fast. hah, acoustic version though, i dont mind anything, cause its still as nice. and oh, though i'm really into TAI now, DAVID ARCHULETA's forever the cutest, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then, tomorrow's last day of skool, i just hope i can actually wake up on time, maybe have to get off the phone slightly earlier today, sorry! okay, going to edit some links and done(:&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm laughing at your pm, and super sad that i've lost another friend to peer pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and please, stop lying already, we're not going to ever believe you again, really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;disappointed &lt;/span&gt;okay. check out my links for yourself, i dont include betrayers on the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-5395216281204030581?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5395216281204030581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=5395216281204030581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5395216281204030581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5395216281204030581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/lalala-okay-woke-up-at-uhhh-nine-thirty.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-1089880475726544599</id><published>2008-11-10T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:04:14.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeap:D another quiz, tagged by WINA! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. edwina&lt;br /&gt;2. joanne&lt;br /&gt;3. weiqing&lt;br /&gt;4. georgina&lt;br /&gt;5. sihui dearie&lt;br /&gt;6. jiahui&lt;br /&gt;7. deanne&lt;br /&gt;8. jaryl&lt;br /&gt;9. rae&lt;br /&gt;10. adrienne&lt;br /&gt;11. shangzhi&lt;br /&gt;12. bk&lt;br /&gt;13. zhiling&lt;br /&gt;14. ziyin&lt;br /&gt;15. enhui&lt;br /&gt;16. sheri&lt;br /&gt;17. sarah&lt;br /&gt;18. bern&lt;br /&gt;19. lala&lt;br /&gt;20. azeeek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. How did you know 14? [ziyin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;church(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. What would you do if you never meet 1? [edwina]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i would totally miss out on so much funD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. What if 9 and 20 date each other? [rae and azeek]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hmmm, i dont know, addina will be heartbroken. but the two of them dont know each other!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Will 6 and 17 date? [jiahui and sarah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, yeah both are into basketball but, jh's girl will be real upset, O.o&lt;br /&gt;and then again, they dont know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Describe 3. [weiqing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i tell you she's super nice and super cute and super smart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;too bad sihui and joanne will probably kill me if i go after her! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. Is 8 attractive? [jaryl]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;uhhh, jaryl, you rate yourself lar horh! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. Describe 7. [deanneeeeeeee]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hah, a mcr and darrenlow craze fan, and a girlfriend who's always there for me(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you know any of 12's family members? [bk]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you can say i recognise them lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;9. What if 18 confess to you? [bern]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i already know! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What language does 15 speak? [enhui]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she speaks baby language:DD hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who's going out with 9? [rae]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i would like to know too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How old is 16? [sheri]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she's still fourteeeeeeen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When did you last speak to 13? [zhiling]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;um, online can?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who's 14's fave singer? [ziyin]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i have no idea, gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Will you ever date 4? [georgina]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;well, if she's willing, i'll think about it(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Is 2 attractive? [joanne]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hello, my girlfriend ley, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;17. What is 10's last name? [adrienne]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;oh, i know, cutie pie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. School of 3? [weiqing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dunman seondary! wheee~ this is so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;19. Where does 6 live? [jiahui]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tampines, near the stadium. he tricked us to going to the playground thereD: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;walked so faaaar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is the fave thing of 5? [sihui]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;money, cause it can get her everything she wants:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21. When is 11's birthday? [shangzhi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think twentyfirst jan right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and,&lt;br /&gt;i shant tag anyone, simply because i'm the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nicest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of all, alrights(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a happier mood now, dinnertime. so byebyeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-1089880475726544599?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1089880475726544599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=1089880475726544599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1089880475726544599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1089880475726544599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/yeapd-another-quiz-tagged-by-wina-1.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-4127225527096398573</id><published>2008-11-10T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:30:34.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>skipped skool again, heh:D but really had not enough sleep and wanted to sleep in thats why, anyway heard there was a free period. wah, thankgod i didnt go and decided to catch up on my sleep(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys, didnt go today, bet they all wore their tees, hah. mood still not super happy or what, but oh, nevermind. smsing shangzhi, he's like going on and on about his moyjj crap. and i'm like okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay, i REALLY REALLY BELIEVE YOUR NONSENSE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piano lesson later, SIAN. dont feel like going at all. and going to taka after lesson tomorrow, starting the course tomorrow, eeeeeeeeee. need to remember to get letter, havent been going for band for three weeks. feeling super guilty, sorry to my dear section, especially jiaying. but, i think i'm going to make some changes to which parts they are playing, hopefully they'll cope better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yup so, here i am trying to crack my brains to think of a solution to yesterday's problem. whatever, i have decided to just give in, whether right or wrong, i know there's a motive behind it. and i'm going back to malaysia this friday, damn why not earlier so i can miss lessons, so i'll just finish what i'm supposed to do asap, hopefully by thursday night. i'm already thought of as unreasonable, i wouldnt want irresponsible to be added to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrights, almost four already. got to go for lesson now, byeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is not your song. you're not always going to get things done your way all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-4127225527096398573?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4127225527096398573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=4127225527096398573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4127225527096398573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4127225527096398573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/skipped-skool-again-hehd-but-really-had.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-7142895229504871749</id><published>2008-11-10T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:35:43.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHY ON EARTH AM I ACTUALLY WAITING?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;........................HELP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-7142895229504871749?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-6622271079929751498</id><published>2008-11-10T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T15:37:07.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>god, i'm feeling so gulity after reading quanie's blog, sorry man, even though it was ages ago and the whole thing turned out fine.&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling even more guilty for assuming every damn single thing, well i thought since i would fit, she would too. now, she's got to go make another one and yeah, if thats possible in the first place, really sorry sherry.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i'm sorry okay, this thing caused so many disagreements over colours and designs, unhappiness and whatsoever. its all my fault alright, i wish i could just stay away.&lt;br /&gt;probably, no clique tee, none of this teeny bit of idea in my head, everything would be fineD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm feeling REALLY upset right now, for some particular reason. i still believe i'm right okay, until you prove me wrong. so yeah, i bet i sound like this total bitch, self-centred and unreasonable, so much so that you'd have to give in to me although i'm wrong, what the hell alright. i'm not a lil kid, its not as if you dont know me well enough to know that i actually THINK before i confirm anything. i knew that something like this would happen from the start, phuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've already spent the whole night planning discussing all this, that i didnt even do like what, four assignments due tomorrow, and what, wow, nevermind, my bad. i dont really feel like going to skool tomorrow, but they're taking peektures. oh, i really dont know lar, i'm justing in deep effing shit, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, nevermind, i understand, its tough working with someone who has zero understanding capability. so hell yeah, i'm this spoilt brat, who doesnt bother anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:Dso yeah, went to church today, had yf. then i went to the airport with enhui and sihui, to say byebye to enhui's friends leaving for austrailia. LOL, i also dont know why i went. but anyway, mac-ed and talked a lot, like really longggggg talk. and haha, i just realised my actions really have this huge consquence, didnt even realise there was something wrong with my behaviour. i treat everyone the same, really. well, i guess only sihui would understand what i mean. but, hah, had loads of fun talking to that &lt;strong&gt;SILLY &lt;/strong&gt;girl! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright then, my eyes are getting blurry. tomorrow morning still have skool, really sad. going to sleep already, i give up on waiting, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i've got to apologise, right sihui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-6622271079929751498?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6622271079929751498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=6622271079929751498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/6622271079929751498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/6622271079929751498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-im-feeling-so-gulity-after-reading.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-1414083238752760847</id><published>2008-11-07T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:43:59.702+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1.The person who tagged/pass you is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;leeeeeeeeejiahui:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;oh, he's just this really crazy and super duper neat fella i met in the class 3b of this year(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your five impressions of him/her ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hmmmm, HAHAHA, his typical and very jiahui-actions which deanne and i end up lol imitating! especially when thinking... damn hilarious i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she has done to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;LEEJIAHUI, you didnt do anything memorable did you?! but well, there were funfun times:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;funny question larh, i dont knowD: sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;woooooh, nah, impossible, we cant click that well:D usually, arguing!&lt;br /&gt;haha, moreover, he already has... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she became your lover he/she has to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;aww, leejiahui's really stubborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she became your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cry? i dont know, why so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she became your enemy, the reason will be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i'm too bitchy or he's too neat?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;uhhhhhhhhh, hahaha, i dont know, probably like arrange a super duper romantic date for him and his girl? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;fussy and neat and stubborn. but oh, that genius is one real nice guy man(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think the people around you will think about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i dont know, this super sweeeeeeet girl?! LOL.___.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;super quiet if i dont know you, really. and uhh, i think most of them has this really insane idea that i'm just nuts and i eat grass. wow, great imaginations they have hur! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;manymanymany, i think i at like i'm retarded and, sadly bitchy at all timesD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;gosh, i love my life already. although i do want to be smarter, less mean, and more willing to hit on the books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people who care and like you, say something to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i love you guys:DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;1. hahaha, leeeeeejiahui! you better thankme now(:&lt;br /&gt;2. deanneeeee:D&lt;br /&gt;3. chuasihui! (:&lt;br /&gt;4. sherry&lt;br /&gt;5. wendy!&lt;br /&gt;6. bk&lt;br /&gt;7. quanie&lt;br /&gt;8. rae&lt;br /&gt;9. sarahkhong:D&lt;br /&gt;10. bernicetay:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaah(: arent i the nicest of all your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is number 6 having a relationship with? (bk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;well, there are rumours going around, but please i dont want to lose my appetite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is number 9 male or female? (sarah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hmmmm, i dont know eh! hah, female larh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;20. If number 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? (quanie and bern)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;gosh, no, yuquan loves wenshee remember? anyway, they dont know each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;21. What is number 2 studying about? (deanne!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hmmm, not sure, probably darrenlow psychology or something... (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What kind of band does number 8 like? (rae)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;kind? i dont know, but can i give an example instead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;23. Does number 1 have any siblings? (jh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;uhhh, one younger sister only, correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;24. Will you woo no. 3?(sihui)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;oh, she's my boy. havent you heard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25. How about number 7? (quan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;nowaaaay, firstly, not a third party. moreover, he's my goooody friend!:DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is number 4 single? (sherry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;common knowledge kinds of tell me, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;27. What is the surname of number 5? (wendy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;whoops, sorry i really dont know, but its probably zhang or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What's the hobby of number 10? (bern)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i believe she loves the camera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Does number 5 and 9 get along well? (wendy and sarah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;they dont know each other, but theye'll definitely get along! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;30. Where is number 2 studying at? (deanne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;thought i told you already! the institute of darrenlow studies. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Talk something casually about number 1(jh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;he totally loves his girl and is super neat, gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;32. Where does number 9 live at? (sarah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;cant remember which block but near dunman:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What colour does number 4 like? (sherry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;uh oh, i dont know either. sorry sherry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Are number 5 and number 1 best friends? (jh and wendy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;nope, they dont know each other, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Does number 1 have any pets? (jh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;guess not right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.Is number 7 the sexiest person in the world? (quanie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i know he'd definitely want me to say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;37. What is number 6 doing now? (bk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;not his bodyguard you know. and well, probably sleeping already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, i actually finished a quiz, just too bored already! quarrelled with daddy just now, not in the best of moods):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hah, i realised in the whole clique, i'm one of the only ones who totally dont update on my life much, heee. okay so i shall aim to do so, whether or not anyone comes here, cause this place is supposedly dead! haha. hmm, collected the tees yesterday! okay, deanne's reaction was completely whoa, she was like super high and yeah wait i'll go into details later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but first, &lt;strong&gt;SORRY SHERRY AND QUAN&lt;/strong&gt;. gosh, feel so effing guilty! the sizes for their shirt didnt really fit them, O.o my bad. and we(deanne, jh and me, okay mainly my fault) made marcus and sherry wait for us for like 2673584donkey years, well must count in donkey years. cause marcus' donkey, so sherry donkey's girlfriend, alright. haha, then took 28 to joe's house downstairs to collect tees, we had to wait for lynn to run all the way there to pass us the money, whoops sorry lynn. bad time planning! and oh, kanghao that joker joined us too. but he very left out initallyD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, we walked to tm, jiahui wanted to lunch at mac. m&amp;amp;s donkeys had badminton. wahwahwah, here superb funny i tell you. two guys, almost lost their fathers' day. HAH, disturb us somemore larh:] first i couldnt remember why, we were walking, jiahui insulting deanne i think, and then wow, instantly, deanne had the chairs(look at her converse, you'll understand.) just an inch away from jiahui's balls, you know, LMAO okay. like matrix suddenly everything stop lar, everyone watching them, then deanne, one leg up, and jh holding on to her foot! HAHAHA, it was just darn amusing, especially jiahui's facial expression!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohoh, then later, deanne and i held one side of the plastic bag containing the others' shirts, swinging it as we walked, well jiahui refused to carry itD: haha, just giving another chance to deanne to burst someone's balls. so swinging, swinging, we got the momentum, then on the count of three, swing~ then whacked marcus, FUNNY OKAY:DDDDD well, whole thing ended off with me being smacked on the head almost ten timesD: deanne dodged fast, behind sherry! pain, you know. so yeah, watched jh lunch at mac, joked, then homed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oaky, thats all for now, remember to wear the tee on monday, peeps! i think only &lt;strong&gt;immature brats&lt;/strong&gt; will feel that its gay, pink totally looks hot on guys(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;really &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pissed &lt;/span&gt;okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-1414083238752760847?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1414083238752760847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=1414083238752760847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1414083238752760847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1414083238752760847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-8218072500270709345</id><published>2008-11-03T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:54:25.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GOD, JUST PLEASE BLESS ME TOMORROW, I REALLY NEED TO DO WELL FOR MY SPA TOMORROW):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......dont really think i understand every single thing, help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-8218072500270709345?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8218072500270709345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=8218072500270709345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8218072500270709345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8218072500270709345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/god-just-please-bless-me-tomorrow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-3444224294321458774</id><published>2008-11-02T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T00:30:35.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>large, pretty and white!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hahaha, this post is in white for a reason! :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes, FOR JARYL(: since you like to find white messages so much! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;heeeeeeeeee, and yeah, the last one is gone, replaced by this one.&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;following time at your house, you chum liao! HAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... skipping skool tomorrow, tralalalas:D deanne and darren, SUPPOSEDLY, too.&lt;br /&gt;but well, completed chi project last minute, sent to yiwei already!&lt;br /&gt;:Dwhat a goodiegood girl i am, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;okay, maybe have to make a trip to skool to get chem pract file, prep for spa on tues, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sihui, cant wait till tuesday! wheeee, my boyfriend fetching me HORH! lol, just make sure you dont get lost alright:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, need my sleep already, goodnights! :DDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-3444224294321458774?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3444224294321458774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=3444224294321458774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/3444224294321458774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/3444224294321458774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/11/large-pretty-and-white.html' title='large, pretty and white!'/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-8268465381555475247</id><published>2008-10-29T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T23:37:50.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;happy birthday to haishannnnn:D and huanxian!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalala, bought some textbooks today. feel like this ultimate guai kia again, well i always am, especially for the first two terms of each year. i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid hsm3 songs, cant open the damn folder, pissing off): haha, super random hur, i'm bored you see. lots of homework waiting but no mood to do. anyway, went out with the clique first, then lunched with wina, we had nasi lemak at tm. then followed her to buy chunluan's present, and had icecream! :Dheee, did i mention i love this girl, she cant take spicy. well, but she did try(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, talking to tiffany, haha, damn cute lar^^ and, gosh i hate lessons now, its like so boring, always super sleepy. and i kind of find it a waste of time, well maybe some lessons i guess. and i talked to ms lam today, she actuallyactuallyactually said OKAY. wow, wonderful, finally a proper break. i am so going to concentrat on my studies, tuition, books, stress, ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, off to homework i goD: i need to buck up already.&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-8268465381555475247?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8268465381555475247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=8268465381555475247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8268465381555475247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8268465381555475247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/lalala-bought-some-textbooks-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-5733248561451873305</id><published>2008-10-25T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T21:15:08.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha, at cousins' house:D</title><content type='html'>hello there. heeee, at jazz and jaryl's house:DD took the mrt down, all the way from pasir ris to chuachukang, first time taking the lrt, fun seh(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, got back results yesterday, its like shit okay. so please dont ask:D thankyou, and i reached home at almost tenthirty yesterday. intially only wanted to go out to collect results at 8.15, but ended up going at 6plus to meet mrslim to collect the mock spa worksheet(fail ahhhh). andand, i ACTUALLY had the patience to sit through the whole speech-thing, wow. then we(me, darren, jh, sherry, jerry, lynnnnnn, and bk) walked to mac 201. on the way there, i told sherry the whole truth, feeling so much better after that. keeping the whole story from her for two whole terms, i think it was amazing. but i'm really surprised and super comforted by her opinion and reaction! love that girl man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, we went out after spa yesterday morning too, with edwina! so like nine of us eatinf together and walking, really miss this feeling of a whole big group out together. andand, we are going out on monday again! whoa, even delia and yh will be coming along, LOL. i think the two of them will feel really left out lar, like two paikias hanging out with this big group of goodie boys and girls! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, better stop posting already, my new-made friend, and cousin, tiffany is getting bored): HAH, that girl is just so cuteeee man:D&lt;br /&gt;so, byebye&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gosh, I HAVE TO JUST START PLANNING FOR THE CAMP ALREADY!&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/1690308448385449218-5733248561451873305?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5733248561451873305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=5733248561451873305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5733248561451873305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5733248561451873305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/haha-at-cousins-housed.html' title='haha, at cousins&apos; house:D'/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-5247332759641777673</id><published>2008-10-23T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T21:26:36.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha, cant wait for monday!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY JERRY! :DD&lt;br /&gt;one of my best-est friends ever(: lol, really fun and crazy and really rough at times, but super ultra nice! heeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;okay, we(me!, deanne!, sz!, darren!, and jh!:D) bought him a cookie! the big, heart-shaped one from famous amos. we're going out on monday to celebrate:D hahah, it'll be fun i guess, very fun. i've got a surprise for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, going out with edwina tomorrow(: i love her man, hah, although i dont know where we'll be going to tomorrow! well, as long as she's around, it'll definitely be very enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;went out with jin, rebeccca, and ale just now for lunch, then the pretty one wanted to go rebond her hair, and yes, so yeah...&lt;br /&gt;TADA,&lt;br /&gt;rebecca with new beautiful straight hair, yes, no pictures yet, wait see it for yourself tomorrow! lalala, happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, have to go now, my daddy chasing. not looking forward to tomorrow, collection of report cards, SIAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;thankyou deannetanrouhui, i love you seh:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;upset, one call, and now, happy like reallyreally happy(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-5247332759641777673?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5247332759641777673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=5247332759641777673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5247332759641777673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5247332759641777673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/haha-cant-wait-for-monday.html' title='haha, cant wait for monday!'/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-6814428495906979853</id><published>2008-10-22T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:38:38.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello! i'm back, again.</title><content type='html'>hahaha, i'm actually back to blogging again, third time already:D&lt;br /&gt;lol, i'd be posting regularly as usual, only during the holidays i guess.&lt;br /&gt;probably throughout the school terms, maybe a post or two monthly.&lt;br /&gt;this blog will be kind of a diary for my secondaryfouryear, when i'm busy preparing for my Os.&lt;br /&gt;stress sinking in already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, hah, i dont think many people will come by here since its usually dead, O.o&lt;br /&gt;okay byebye now(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-6814428495906979853?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/6814428495906979853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=6814428495906979853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/6814428495906979853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/6814428495906979853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-im-back-again.html' title='hello! i&apos;m back, again.'/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-2804459870813723952</id><published>2007-12-24T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:22:35.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>INSOMNIA! shoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmmm, went to church on yesterday morning. and we sang joyful, joyful as our presentation piece. then gave the presents to sarah, lydia, uncle kah heng, aunty wendy and uncle enyi. hahaha, we surprised them! cause they thought we were giving the presents to them after the service. heeheehee. but hope you all like the cards and the super-weird presents hur(:&lt;/p&gt;gahh, came back at four-thirty this morning. really tired, lol. and i just woke up(: good right? haha, but caroling was really fun! we went wayway high, too much sugar? hee, then we(me!,rae, adrienne, zhiling, enhui, andre, zinc, and yes, samuel WAS included) were like the hyper ones for caroling. whereas, jem, sihui and sheralyn were playing with their phones lol. hmm, nico and marcus too. haha, yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to adrienne and andre's house at 9.30. before that i met them(rae, adrienne, zhiling, yanling, samuel, zinc and andre) at singapore post centre for dinner at long john's. rae made the decision cause she was late AHAHA. then because of adrienne left her phone at lohn john's, she and rae went back to get it and we waited for them at the bus stop lol, and therefore was quite late, and we headed to their house once we reached church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh, we went to their house, then after caroling, we sat down to chit-chat. and hahaha, aunty angie showed us andre's pictures when he was young. so umm, funny. especially the one in which jem and andre took together! then we wanted to watch the videos when they were young but andre was like blocking the drawer! so amusing lar. oh yeah, and then he was like 'i took that picture very RELUCTANTLY.' aiya, super funny can. plus, adrienne looked so super cute when she was young! really cute. hee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, then we boarded the van again. UNCLE KAH HENG DROVE THE VAN! haha, hmm, we, as in the hyper ones lar, squeezed into the last three seats, samuel unfortunately sat between rae and zhiling! he was like shaking his head the whole trip! hahaha, oh yeah, and we had names you know. like enhui was the MAGICIAN, cause she was playing with this ring thingy. whereas adrienne and rae were the audience and zhiling's the self-proclaimed HUMANRIST or something liddat. and as usual, i brought laughter to them LUHH. lol, as the joke. butbutbut, ANDRE WAS THE BIGBIG JOKE OKAY? but anyway, thankmethankme! for hmm, adding colour to your life! haha. uhh, then samuel and ziyin, shaking their heads laughing like nuts. okay maybe the laughing part were us. i mean the girls like you know on the van the high ones would be adrienne and zhiling and enhui, then at the house the high ones were rae and me. yup, mad people(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we had a lot of fun. and enze was really funny too, like we would check the toilet before praying cause at aunty angie's house, he walked out the toilet asking VERY LOUDLY, 'why cannot flush one?' haha. hmm, and then we finished caroling around 3am. and went to mac for early breakfast! yup, then uncle enyi sent andre and adrienne home then me. so super early in the morning. hee:D yet i wasnt that tired! INSOMNIA again. gahh):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-2804459870813723952?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2804459870813723952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=2804459870813723952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/2804459870813723952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/2804459870813723952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/insomnia-shoots.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-497805194745795700</id><published>2007-12-19T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T15:16:49.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2k0QTy60QI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kT366d1C6fk/s1600-h/DSC02010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145701504043897090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="242" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2k0QTy60QI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kT366d1C6fk/s320/DSC02010.JPG" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; phi's feet in the sand! hahahaha. done by me, delia and marcus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145703118951600434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2k1uTy60TI/AAAAAAAAAJc/ozr6BlezqTA/s320/DSC02009.JPG" width="312" border="0" /&gt;my feet, phi's then delia's(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hereby give you permission to admire them! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2k0Qjy60SI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2ypd3vPKETM/s1600-h/DSC01414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145701508338864418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2k0Qjy60SI/AAAAAAAAAJU/2ypd3vPKETM/s320/DSC01414.JPG" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; delia's highlighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kziTy60LI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oUKFE5B7rO8/s1600-h/DSC01644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145700713769914546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kziTy60LI/AAAAAAAAAIc/oUKFE5B7rO8/s320/DSC01644.JPG" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and alex at gongshang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kziTy60MI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fTcGEU_9mTs/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145700713769914562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kziTy60MI/AAAAAAAAAIk/fTcGEU_9mTs/s320/DSC01645.JPG" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kzijy60NI/AAAAAAAAAIs/n2pYtvSCYWk/s1600-h/DSC01759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145700718064881874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kzijy60NI/AAAAAAAAAIs/n2pYtvSCYWk/s320/DSC01759.JPG" width="316" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our mural painting:D hee, beautiful hur.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kzijy60OI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9U8vVWTojzY/s1600-h/DSC01771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145700718064881890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kzijy60OI/AAAAAAAAAI0/9U8vVWTojzY/s320/DSC01771.JPG" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; umm, after our mac meal, myself, jeanana, saman and sheri(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kzijy60PI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FIfV67ZgcVs/s1600-h/DSC01772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145700718064881906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kzijy60PI/AAAAAAAAAI8/FIfV67ZgcVs/s320/DSC01772.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kyXjy60GI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PZkCG3lH3C8/s1600-h/DSC00705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145699429574692962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kyXjy60GI/AAAAAAAAAH0/PZkCG3lH3C8/s320/DSC00705.JPG" width="315" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and adrienne(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kyXjy60HI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wH0_H0Nl_Ic/s1600-h/DSC01354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145699429574692978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kyXjy60HI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wH0_H0Nl_Ic/s320/DSC01354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and edwina banana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kyXzy60II/AAAAAAAAAIE/9GJaGA-ws4s/s1600-h/DSC00879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145699433869660290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kyXzy60II/AAAAAAAAAIE/9GJaGA-ws4s/s320/DSC00879.JPG" width="308" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our prettaye shadows! guess who!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kyXzy60JI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1MBKq5YAJnU/s1600-h/DSC00968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145699433869660306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kyXzy60JI/AAAAAAAAAIM/1MBKq5YAJnU/s320/DSC00968.JPG" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;church youth's girls. yes, we rock!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kxOzy60BI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UZuYOJCkOhk/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145698179739209746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kxOzy60BI/AAAAAAAAAHM/UZuYOJCkOhk/s320/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;saman's masterpiece. (which went into the bin lol?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kxPDy60CI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ArkH4j2Z2Rk/s1600-h/DSC00803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145698184034177058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kxPDy60CI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ArkH4j2Z2Rk/s320/DSC00803.JPG" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kxPTy60DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Bo9N7kMtsgQ/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145698188329144370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kxPTy60DI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Bo9N7kMtsgQ/s320/DSC00011.JPG" width="316" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha, caleb's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kxPTy60EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/znVlKxpHt5w/s1600-h/DSC00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145698188329144386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kxPTy60EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/znVlKxpHt5w/s320/DSC00012.JPG" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kxPjy60FI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yPgAnIn3DZ8/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145698192624111698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kxPjy60FI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yPgAnIn3DZ8/s320/DSC00151.JPG" width="316" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my dear cousin colin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145696685090590706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kv3zy6z_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/WSuRO6LD-vk/s320/DSC02402.JPG" width="317" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;GIRLFRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kv3zy60AI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cdDtjdrsYGs/s1600-h/DSC02403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145696685090590722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kv3zy60AI/AAAAAAAAAHE/cdDtjdrsYGs/s320/DSC02403.JPG" width="316" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh yes, we're married. not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145696680795623394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kv3jy6z-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/ntAS5zpDI-c/s320/DSC02394.JPG" width="316" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERN AND SARAH ARE LOVED(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kvWjy6z5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/1CwunvnFktg/s1600-h/DSC02392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145696113859940242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kvWjy6z5I/AAAAAAAAAGM/1CwunvnFktg/s320/DSC02392.JPG" width="321" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145695778852491090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kvDDy6z1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/HaS0BKTKRVY/s320/DSC02377.JPG" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fiesta moo-zic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;credits: hand model-JOANNE! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kvDTy6z2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/XB1TEYRvfJo/s1600-h/DSC02378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145695783147458402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kvDTy6z2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/XB1TEYRvfJo/s320/DSC02378.JPG" width="315" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we love the band. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nahh, its the MOO-ZIC we love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kvDTy6z3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q4ehpH-7aDk/s1600-h/DSC02380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145695783147458418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kvDTy6z3I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Q4ehpH-7aDk/s320/DSC02380.JPG" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kvDjy6z4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/TfKN2nSIJxw/s1600-h/DSC02381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145695787442425730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kvDjy6z4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/TfKN2nSIJxw/s320/DSC02381.JPG" width="313" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kuiTy6zwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OXjfhtKXyqI/s1600-h/DSC02362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145695216211775234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kuiTy6zwI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OXjfhtKXyqI/s320/DSC02362.JPG" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kuijy6zyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QuQbHgbR1gU/s1600-h/DSC02370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145695220506742562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kuijy6zyI/AAAAAAAAAFU/QuQbHgbR1gU/s320/DSC02370.JPG" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145695216211775250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kuiTy6zxI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8rHiIGnRVe0/s320/DSC02368.JPG" width="317" border="0" /&gt; pretty dear joanne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kuijy6z0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/LXLxuXsIfz8/s1600-h/DSC02374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145695220506742594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2kuijy6z0I/AAAAAAAAAFk/LXLxuXsIfz8/s320/DSC02374.JPG" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2ktrTy6zrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ap1QDiCi44g/s1600-h/DSC02354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145694271318970034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2ktrTy6zrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Ap1QDiCi44g/s320/DSC02354.JPG" width="316" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wire sculptures at tjc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2ktrTy6zsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oQpC6fY4dYE/s1600-h/DSC02355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145694271318970050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2ktrTy6zsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/oQpC6fY4dYE/s320/DSC02355.JPG" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2ktrjy6ztI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SgmBto7a7R8/s1600-h/DSC02356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145694275613937362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2ktrjy6ztI/AAAAAAAAAEs/SgmBto7a7R8/s320/DSC02356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; me and joanne(:&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2ktrzy6zvI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ys3gULSeKuU/s1600-h/DSC02362.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145693455275183778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2ks7zy6zqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Yb8ntKQgPC4/s320/DSC02018.JPG" width="314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; the ultra-girls saxophone section! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;though seriously it should be the slow-poke sax section, cause we're always the last &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;section to finish everything, from tuning to packing our instrus to playing games! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but who cares? we still rock.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay. since im like super bored now, i shall post some pictures(: those on the above candid(only some)ones, SORRY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the rest--yes, thank me thank me thank me:D&lt;br /&gt;HEHEHEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-497805194745795700?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/497805194745795700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=497805194745795700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/497805194745795700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/497805194745795700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/phis-feet-in-sand-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_bIk2VATqQVc/R2k0QTy60QI/AAAAAAAAAJE/kT366d1C6fk/s72-c/DSC02010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-7950972411291971902</id><published>2007-12-19T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T22:15:57.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmmm, havent been updating hur. you know why dont you, cause im too lazy{: as usual. anyway did much this week, thurs: band pract AGAIN. friday: slacked. ohoh, and i went to robinsons to shop in the night until 12(: sat: hmmm, went for tjc(: band's concert. sunday: had church! mon: cant remember as usual. yesterday: out with wendy. today: went out with bern and sarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, so friday... shopping with my parents=can almost get everything i &lt;s&gt;want&lt;/s&gt; need. got a dress for chinese new year haha. and a new wallet{: yes boring. then saturday! fun can. i think the concert was nice. i especially liked the songs performed by the alumni members! yup, nice. and theconcert was called fiesta moo-zic! cool lar, then they gave out repertoirs printed on coloured paper which was meant to be folded into milk cartons shapes. took some pictures with joanne too lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after the concert, i had supper with quan, huixin and mingxuan at mos until 11plus. hahahs, and we took a taxi home because we thought we missed the last bus. BUT WE DIDNT. we realised that on the taxi. why? because of mingxuan LUHH. dont want to elaborate further(: go check quan's blog confirm have the reason posted there. too lazy to post anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then on sunday! we practised JOY TO THE WORLD! for carolling:D haha, singing the alto part! with adrienne and sheralyn! haha, but i totally cant rmb how it goes like. wth can. plus we'll be carolling on the monday morning! 12 to 3:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmmm. yesterday i went out with wendy! to plaza sing to get some stuff for presents then i met ADRIENNE! lol, funny can. then we went to bugis, to walkwalk. and take neos. yup, details: WENDY'S BLOG. you know im lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today! went outwith my darling girlfriends, BROKE! with only $9 in my wallet. mad hur, but what to do, havent been out with them for the whole holiday! sigh, anyway. we were at marina square so i ate at yoshinoya and bought rings! the three of us have identical ones(: lol, for info check out sarah's and bern's blog:D i think they should have posted too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yes, bern. you two are entertaining(: heehhee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now im currently crapping with bern and adrienne over msn! haha, but adrienne's using andre's account cause im sending him songs LMAO. okay mad. lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha, nth much other than these to post. see how boring a life i have(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay then, off to dinner. byee.&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/1690308448385449218-7950972411291971902?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/7950972411291971902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=7950972411291971902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/7950972411291971902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/7950972411291971902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/hmmm-havent-been-updating-hur.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-5167760255332884197</id><published>2007-12-12T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:55:51.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gahh, so tired. cause i woke up &lt;s&gt;early&lt;/s&gt;? it was actually quite late.but anyway went to andre's house to make the cards. yup, together with enyi and jem. and then jem right really really likes to 'bully' andre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we made a total of eight beautiful cards(: haha. and then heard from jem that she got she really FUNNY presents for them. really funny. yup. i think the cards really turned out well and i was sabotaged to bring it home. not thats it really heavy or anything. im just really afraid that i'll forget to bring it or accidently crumple it lol. nut yeah, the cards are really nice{: must really thank aunty angie! haha, her house has so many art stuff, those stamps, inks and dyes. just so many:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started around 2 and ended around at 5plus, then left quickly cause jem has mrs tan's tuition tonight. or should i say now. and she hadnt started learning her &lt;em&gt;ting xie&lt;/em&gt; just now so yeah. we all rushed home. and as i said, jem horh, really likes to bother andre lol. when we reached he had to come down to bring up us up. okay that one i understand lar. but then when we left she also wanted him to bring us downstairs. so funny can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but luckily andre did. then we didnt need to walk soo far. hahhs. yup then, we took 147 then 88 back to &lt;s&gt;tampines&lt;/s&gt;. sorry, its pasir ris. what am i typing man. and it didnt take as long as i expected it to be, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reached home like quite late though, 6plus leh. okay expected lar. but anyway i was so tired that i fell asleep after eating, on my bag, on my room floor. crazy right? but i always do that. when im super tired(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and plus, I WANT TO COMPLAIN. my stupid brothers they are really so dumb that they jammed up the whole keyboard right after i finished using the computer yesterday. and then pushed the blame to me. THANKS A LOT luh. but liddat also good. they cant play maple anymore:D but still i can use my dad's com. which im using now, and just make do with windows msger{: but at least i still get to use the com, while they dont! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yay. the choir ppl are back! and quan's also back(: which is good, cause this way right, he doesnt get to miss the stupid drills tomorrow! hahaha. yes, im evil lol. but megan's leaving tonight, or maybe she left already. so yeah, only sec 2 in my section tomorrow. arghh. i dont like drills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes im falling sick, humph. but nevermind, im going to get my present from quan tomorrow! haha(: and gosh he went skiing. not fair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-5167760255332884197?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5167760255332884197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=5167760255332884197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5167760255332884197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5167760255332884197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/gahh-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-4564466543400993783</id><published>2007-12-09T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T15:42:34.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was-BORING. cause most of the youths were discussing the camp thingy, for a really long time. like from 11plus to 1plus? and just now enyi just msged me over msn asking how i felt about the camp. lol, i think they did a great job can. yet it sounded as if they felt it didnt turn out well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and plus i think i'm really really dumb. i couldnt even buy a darn proper skirt for adrienne, causing she to get scolded by her parents. then when rae asked me to ask samuel if he was coming for the christmas caroling this year, i couldnt even tell him the correct date! what the hell is wrong with me man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i guess i just cant do anything well. nothing at all, dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-4564466543400993783?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4564466543400993783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=4564466543400993783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4564466543400993783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4564466543400993783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-5277815214512367015</id><published>2007-12-09T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T15:31:19.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARGHHHHH. I FEEL SUPER DUPER GUILTY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SORRY ADRIENNE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and haziq! sorry lar, was just joking about that unfashionable thing. you do sound mad, hope you arent. wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dont you just hate me? gahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-5277815214512367015?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5277815214512367015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=5277815214512367015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5277815214512367015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5277815214512367015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/arghhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-8880698656820784308</id><published>2007-12-08T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T17:06:54.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>boreddd! talking to sarah over msn now, heard that bern is GROUNDED! hahaha, that girl arh, must be because she went out too much. but we have yet to go out this holiday! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, really boring lar. at home, cause wendy's having her tests today. jiayou girl! meeting her maybe next week, PLUS IM SUPER BROKE. 1 reason might be because i bought too much goodies for the camp. water, chips, sweets, lollipops. mad hur? all finished, not alone though. shared it with the rest(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are like out shopping, and even though i'd really like to go, IM TOO TIRED. lol, cause the other time i went out with wendy, i saw this really pretty wallet:D shall save to buy it. and its all orange! something i've been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slept really a lot since i came back yesterday but still kind of tired. not so much of physically though, hahaha. thinking about the sermons and stuff. as rae has posted on her blog, this time round the sermons were much easier to understand than compared to the previous two years. it was about ourselves lar, like our heart and our talk. yup,session 2 especially. the one on our talk. lol. and then we were also talking about many other things in the room before sleeping and etc{:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. i've already written rae's biodata book thingy. finished it at one this morning. haha, simply because i couldnt sleep(: so nth else to do. maybe i shall plan what to get for bern and sarah for their birthday presents. hehehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've learnt something this camp, not to be a lazy pig and simply use someone else's phone charger. cause now the phone charger's are mixed up. seems like jem accidently swapped hers with rae's. funny lar, cause she says it looks like hers. while andre says he brought home the correct one. oh wth. my fault): now they have to bring it to church tomorrow to compare. gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i think i'll just go watch HANNAH MONTANA. hahahaha, its playing now. so byeee{:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-8880698656820784308?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8880698656820784308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=8880698656820784308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8880698656820784308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8880698656820784308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/boreddd-talking-to-sarah-over-msn-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-1426036362612398045</id><published>2007-12-07T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T22:23:04.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>backkk! a little sad to though, cause the camp was quite fun;D enjoyed myself loads. but slept really little, so i slept for like 6plus hours just now! haha. got manymany mosquito bites now too, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's group was quite small but like that also easier mahh, and closer of course. then all of the older girls--namely, jem, rae, zhiling, sihui, adrienne and myself, bunked in one room. but enhui didnt want to squeeze with us so she slept with sarah and the p6 girls in the other room. the guys shared the two rooms. thomas and uncle enyi slept downstairs so very empty. lol, it was even better yesterday when enyi, samuel, nico and marcus when home earlier. haha, only andre, enze and joshuel were left to share the rooms. so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's camp has been much more different lar, as the planning was did by ziyin, enyi, enhui, rae, jem, andre, adrienne and zhiling. super cool can. haha, i espcially like the whole amazing race thing luhh, EVEN THOUGH WE LOST. cause our groups left like super late, DRENCHED. but sad luhh, ziyin couldnt come. and the camp commanders were ENYI and ENHUI! hahaha, super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there were camp-mandments, which i guess everyone broke the #5 one. the one whereby the guys were not allowed to enter the girls' bunks and vice versa. HAHAHA; everyone broke the rule(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was a lot of cleaning up to be done, sad. the cooking and preparation of food was also by the people in the syf. lol, so the p6ers only helped us with washing the dishes! yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bbq yesterday was also like really nice, although i didnt eat much. i helped rae with the spagetti together with grace and yarr, there was A LOT of food, and most of which was not finished. plus we practically threw away all the cabbage soup which ANDRE prepared cause there was a fly in it. and cause we bought cabbage instead of lettuce! which was meant for lunch! funny right/ and at first enhui wanted to finish up all the soup herself cause she gave the suggestion and also likes cabbage soup(: lol plus we also invited HUIQIN, WENJUN, JOEL, DORCAS, and JIAXIN to the bbq. then ziyin also came, and we were like saying cause jiaxin was there mahh, so he came. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, cause its dorcas' birthday today, we also sang her manymany birthday songs(: haha, and huiqin gave each of us a snake-like pickup stick. adrienne and enhui stuck them in their hair! so cute can. also we got our tee-shirts yesterday so everyone changed into them, then when huiqin and gang were leaving we all stood at the window to say byebye. then i think from outside it looked like mad people in their orange uniforms being locked up in the wood bridge hospital! very very funny can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone slept really late yesterday, especially andre, enze and joshuel. they slept at 6! while me and rae decided to turn in at around 4plus when uncle enyi woke up. because we were like playing and playing like crazy last night. testing joshuel and enze on the bang-bang game and the sheep one. they were really guessing like mad can. oh yeah plus the black magic one. on the bus back to the chalet on wed, we were testing enze the whole ride home. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plus, i dont think any of us turned in immediately when it was lights out. most of us were like chit chating and PLAYING CARDS. yup, till very late. oh yeah, and enze has become the korean blur-king cause jem was saying he looks like a korean. whereas joshuel was said to be very cute and good-looking by jem! haha, and that statement is so rejected by rae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so, i enjoyed the camp quite a lot luhh. other than the sleeping part{:&lt;br /&gt;AND PINK ISNT COOL JEMIMAH, ITS JUST PRETTY:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-1426036362612398045?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1426036362612398045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=1426036362612398045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1426036362612398045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1426036362612398045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/backkk-little-sad-to-though-cause-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-4650422715209434823</id><published>2007-12-02T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T17:59:13.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YIPPEE. CAMP ON TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/u&gt;;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but really sad. not in the same group with sihui or enhui. darn it; luckily there's ADRIENNE{: &lt;s&gt;if not i think i'll rather give the camp a miss man, lol. cause i'm stuck with nico for all the groupings of course excluding the sleeping one.&lt;/s&gt; I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID. CAUSE I ENJOYED THE CAMP(: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, have to get manymany things for the camp. esp SNACKS(: originally was supposed to go out with wendy to vivo to get some stuff but then i think cause this naughty girl didnt finish her work so, she isnt allowed to go. awwww, but still the test she's preparing for is more important yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i'll be AWAYYYY for 4days, will be back on the 7th. and im going to miss another two sessions of band pract. and oh shit, sianpei doesnt have the scores. stupid lar. but anyway, you people ENJOY BAND hur, while i'll be enjoying my camp, thats hopefully lar. oh yeah, and do miss me! haha, although i'll be missing those who are going overseas tomorrow for the choir competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHERI, LYNN, WEIQING, NISYA, DEBBIE, GEORGINA and the other 3guys, JIAYOUS hur and have a FUN TRIP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then, sms me if there's anything urgent hur(:&lt;br /&gt;byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh please grow up already. you also know you arent a kid anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so stop complaining without thinking of the consquences and stop crying just to get things your way okay? you've just got to deal with it, no other way out. cause we so arent going to do things your way, no matter what you do. just try to get through it with lesser complains hur? anyway its just 4days, you wont die, will you?&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/1690308448385449218-4650422715209434823?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4650422715209434823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=4650422715209434823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4650422715209434823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4650422715209434823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/12/yippee.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-5106116002374483692</id><published>2007-11-25T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T18:26:51.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had piano lesson in the morning. okay not really morning, but anyway was late again. as usual. LOL. after lesson, ms puah even ordered mac for us. wahhh{: hahaha; very nice luhh. luckily she ordered so i didnt need to go grab a snack to substitute my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i quickly rushed to the mrt station to take the train to cityhall! to meet wendy! she's finally going to stay in singapore to study{: HAHAHA. lol, but AS USUAL i was late again. this time by around 10mins but because she arrived early she waited for nearly 20mins luhh. hehehe. then we talk talk talk and decided to go to cathay. yay, my favourite cinema. comfortable seats and small crowds:D yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided to watch enchanted, and yes i kind of regret. why? although its was quite nice, but the storyline i feel---was just plain stupid. okay luhh, but still credits to thinking out of the idea by filmming the movie into a reality-fantasy kind of way. that part was interesting. and here and there there were some funny parts lar. thats all. eight dollars seh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we walked to the theater, we saw this shop which did ear piercing for 6dollars only, which is quite cheap. so yeah, in the end after the movie, wendy decided to pierce her ear.wahh, she very decisive lehh. &lt;em&gt;pei fu&lt;/em&gt;, plus she didnt even make a noise when she had it pierced.wow. then we walked out of the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so funny luhh, i didnt know if i dared to pierce my ear too, but i knew i wanted it quite a lot. but im so indecisove de mah, so only after we walked arounds around the whole place as in outside, up the hill to the private estates until we reach the peak, DEAD END. then we walked all the way down again. crazy hur. only after that then i was like "fine, pierce then pierce." that was also like after many many explainations from wendy on how pain it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amusing can. go back to the shop again. haha, then after i pierced my ear, i realised it was less pain then i expected it to be lar. LUCKY ME, lol. haha, but i cant seem to get used to it though. 2 earstuds in a ear. very weird feeling, yup. wendy still wants to pierce somemore. MAD LUHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. i also bought a necklace which i like. but its like 20dollars, now i feel its quite expensive can. dammit, spent a lot this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with chunhong and quan. LATE AGAIN.yes haha, but anyway we were "arguing" where to go. and finally decided on CATHAY AGAIN. well, i love the place. then so sad the movie timing all vey late. too late. so we walked to plaza sing. and went to gv. wth can, queued up for 15mins? and didnt get to watch the movie we wanted cause it was either SOLD OUT. or TOO LATE. fine. so we watched FRED CLAUS. another silly movie which i cant believed i watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was YAWNING can. quite boring luhh, other then the background. as in where they filmed it. the place was very nice although i think it was all digital effects. another movie, which i feel that i wasted money on. cause the overall storyline is really boring, no twists, no suspence. like what mdm siti always says about our compositions. HAHAHA:D really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust me man, dont go watch that silly show. i spent 9.50 on that stupid ticket. WTH, okay. later, we walked around, and i bought sihui's present. gave it to her just now. HOPE YOU LIKE IT. haha{: anyway i still have to save money for x'mas presents and bern's and sarah's burfday gifts. gahhhhh. save save save. almost spent a hundred this week ler. ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;i seriously dont even know i did it, gosh. amazing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh dear God, please help me to stop spending so much please. pfft.&lt;br /&gt;HELP. and oh well, byee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-5106116002374483692?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/5106116002374483692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=5106116002374483692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5106116002374483692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/5106116002374483692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/11/friday-had-piano-lesson-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-4545022716917195988</id><published>2007-11-22T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:46:55.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out yesterday! with enhui and sihui{: haha, had loads of fun. but my feet were like aching like crazy, shit. LOL, i met them at 12 (okay i was SLIGHTLY late, only 5 minutes plus though) at lavender to make sihui's ic. the two of them are like super funny luhh. enhui was reading the instructions behind while waiting (we waited for a whole 45mins!) then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enhui: eh, pay by cashcard or nets leh&lt;br /&gt;sihui: (snatch the letter) no luhh, mama say ez link also can.&lt;br /&gt;enhui: (point to the counter) you see the sign! NETS OR CASHCARD.&lt;br /&gt;sihui: (still reading the letter) ...&lt;br /&gt;me: i lend you luhh&lt;br /&gt;~then they argue argue argue. almost call their mum. then enhui was like "oh. sorry, they put ezlink here." wth luhh. the two of them argue for so long then realise and so LOUD horh! haha sihui almost needed to sacrifice her shopping money to pay for that silly ic. crazy one lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when it was sihui's turn to make the ic, me and enhui we were like arguing who gets to sit down cause they were only two seats. mad hur? in the end we share luhh, then while sihui was doing the admin stuff. i read my mag, then enhui keep shaking the darn chair, then... gosh, i dont know how to explain but its was super crazy. did i mention that enhui was like very very HIGH yesterday? hahaha. oh yeah, then enhui was like asking me "where are the sweets?" so loud can. then that lady was like staring at us. haha.really maddening, seened like enhui was the younger sister for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we headed to bugis. at the station, she started to memorise the different stops then was like saying out loud. on the train too! haha, but she could only rmb the stops on the west side. and i cant believe that i also played along, and read out all the stops at the eastern side. gosh, we were like nuts can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reached bugis, then enhui was like "i want to go eat meepok, HUNGRY.", as we passed by the escalator to bugis junction. we were like shaking our heads, very funny can. we were practically dragging her along as we walked to bugis street. oh yeah, then we were approached by this guy trying to sell us this coupon thing. he spoke like a train lol, dont know help what 200plus children etc. and that they were sponsored by engwah. i was like immediately "forget it liao" but the super duper nice enhui took out $10 luhh, but luckily so. or else we wouldnt be able to leave the place. after that we went to burgerking to get onion rings and 7eleven to get drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked around bugis street.many times, over and over again. every 5mins enhui will be like "can we go now" haha. typical of her lar. one is a shopaholic the other's so thrifty. LOL but of course we cont. walking until we were satisfied with what we bought. sihui got 2 long semi-dress shirts and a pair of earrings. i got a bag and 2 pairs of earrings. we took quite a few hours lar. cause i couldnt find what i liked lol. and cause sihui's finance minister controlled all the money.&lt;br /&gt;so there was quite a bit of arguing due to the use of the 100bucks they were given. HAHAHA:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we headed to buona vista, thought that they could replace their lost ez link cards. BOTH ARE SO SO CARELESS. sigh, then we realised it was not there was jurong east interchange. so we wnt to jurong east to replace their cards. then right, they realised they needed their birth cert or ic to do the replacement. LUCKILY. sihui brought her birth cert to make her ic. so she could make a new ezlink card, or else it would have been another wasted trip. hahaha, so enhui was like "fine lorh". hehe{:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we walked to IMM to eat donuts and buy sihui's sandals. i was already wating to buy my sandals at that time. from DMK at cs. and haha, surprisingly, sihui was also planning to buy the same pair i wanted, but from the DMK at IMM! haha, so we both bought the same pair:D haha, so funny. after that we went to mos to &lt;s&gt;eat&lt;/s&gt;, no. snack. i ate my donuts while the two of them had fries and milk tea. oh yeah, and enhui had her &lt;em&gt;cha ye dan&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, after that, we walked back to the interchange and went home luhh. crazy one. from the time i boarded the train (5.15pm) sto the time i reached home (6.35pm), was a total of 1 hour and 20 mins. really crazy, and i was standing all the way on the train. haha, my feet were are aching badly. plus, enhui and sihui reached home at 5.35pm! wth, so fast can, unfair. and i really wonder how sarah travels to skool everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway on the train i was smsing tej. blah blah blah, then i was like saying i bought earrings. then he was like "you pierced your ears?" OH MY GOSH. how evil can you get, tej? then he was like also insisting i was at--where? oh, at SIMEI AGAIN. just because i met him at simei once. maddening hur? LOL, but im not that petty so nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm. sorry haziq! unable to post a comment to you cause my computer's really cocking up. so yeah, got to wait till my bros get off the other computer. and yay, going out with wendy tomorrow. she finally in singapore man. yes;DD finally, here to study in singapore! lol. oh yeah, btw. the PSLE results were released today, and can you believe that the top result was a whopping 294??? crazy hur? and she's from st. hilda's.&lt;br /&gt;wow can, if only i had such brains. oh wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, i am really broke. hell.&lt;br /&gt;okay then. byeeee{:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-4545022716917195988?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4545022716917195988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=4545022716917195988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4545022716917195988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4545022716917195988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/11/went-out-yesterday-with-enhui-and-sihui.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-4287698059169150456</id><published>2007-11-20T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T16:51:54.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SICK. down with a cold, dammit. think i caught it yesterday? from quan. or maybe cause of the water-bombing. STUPID GOH XUAN HONG. wth. anyway, i think the farewell party yesterday turned out OKAY:D surprisingly wow. LOL, i meant like cause all were last-min preps. yeah, PLUS I FORGOT ABOUT THE CAKE, completely. and caused megan to spend like umm, a total of 6.70 on taxi and bus fare. SORRY! and im broke now. spent money on the ice, unable to claim it back now though. cause must wait for all the accounting things to be settled): but HAHA, made matthew carry the 2 bags of ice back to skool. yes, evil luhh, sorry. but the way he carried it was funny luhh. LOL, beyond explaination though{:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but being in the f&amp;amp;b department sucks man. nonono, being part of the commitee sucked quite badly already, no games, no fun, no dinner. yeah, no food to eat. but luckily it was for the seniors, if not i dont think i would even bother, yup. anyway, we were like all wet and in bad moods luhh. fine, then quarrelled with shila. was just like telling her megan was angry with her can. heck, THANKS TO THE DARN WATER-BOMBING LUHH. nevermind. okay, whatever. then i had mac for dinner. yeah. PATHETIC. and i packed it back home simply because, i quarrelled with shila, megan and daryl didnt go and quan was sick. yes, a terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, liting gave me something! so pretty can. THANKS YOU MY DEAR SENIOR(: haha, then fiona and yingying also gave everybody some goodies&lt;33 thankyous. still, kinda sad kenneth and neni were unable to come): lol, one in japan again. the other not free, awww. haha. anyway hoped the seniors enjoyed the party. im going to miss them loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm, tomorrow going out with sihui to make her ic. wahh. hahaha. fun{: LOL, then we'll go shopping. maybe, catch a movie too. not sure if enhui's coming. haha, if she come will be even more fun seh:D but must wake up early eh, 12 meeting at lavander. that means latest by 9.30 must wake up. plus, there's a 6.6 gathering on sunday. but i dont think i'll be going. moreover there's youth.f this week. haha. anyway, bowling's not for me. there're quite a few nice movies to watch this holiday hur. but my 'vacation' only till the 3rd., due to band. then there's church youth camp. so only 1 more week to play i think. the bee movie, enchanted, the game plan, stardust. what else? LOL. watching one movie with tej, zeke and maybe debra. three supposedly with shila and quan. maybe one with sarah and bern after bern gets back from the indonesia mission trip. should be on next wed, haha. going to have a BIGBIG hole in my pocket. plus, sarah's and bern's super belated presents. hmmm. having no money sucks big time. unlike quan luhh, who has such a darn well-paying yet boring job. HAHA. not fair. aiya. okay then. still need to think hard what to eat for dinner seh. sian leh. crap. okay then byee. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh stop pestering me, wont you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you darn irritating freak. hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-4287698059169150456?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4287698059169150456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=4287698059169150456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4287698059169150456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4287698059169150456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/11/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-3571598929787625498</id><published>2007-11-16T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T18:41:41.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wth.&lt;br /&gt;couldnt open the file from the skool website. i thought it contained the class list, but it isnt LOL. sent the file to enyi then he changed it to microsoft word for me. shit luhh, was the list for the chers next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to 3B next year. dont like it, LOL. edwina, lynn, sheri, jeanette, nisya and weiqing all not in the class. joanne and aqilah too. all in 3a and 3c. anyway, im considered lucky le lar. yuquan, sherry, marcus, bk and joe all in the class. debbie, chang, yiwei too. LOL, just because we study NORMAL chinese. WTH. plus i think i'll fail bio next year. mdm lim again leh): its her right? i'd prefer mr daniel lim to her lar. hell. plus, mrs wee's still our maths cher:D whereas the rest of the teachers i dont really know them bah. except ms wan. darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. i got mixed up. they're the chers for this year. not ours. YES;DDDDDDDD woohoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway its sarah's birthday tomorrow! happy early birthday! LOL&lt;br /&gt;pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-3571598929787625498?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3571598929787625498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=3571598929787625498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/3571598929787625498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/3571598929787625498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/11/wth.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-868333805258886631</id><published>2007-11-04T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T00:02:29.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HOLIDAYS ARE REALLY BORING. i wouldnt mind going to skool if it starts at eight-plus and ends at twelve{: anyway was browsing thru blogs and giving friendster comments to spent my time away. wthwth. then i came across rae's blog.LOL(: love her blogskin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway yeah,&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to ask too. anyway one wants to come for my church youth camp? 4th to 7th dec; for teens 13 and above. organised by the camp com; chief's ziyin. and he's not coming for the camp. really funny{:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and not sure how much yet. but loads of fun is guaranteed:D and you'll also get a camp tee designed by zhiling! hee(: if interested please tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;s&gt;yay&lt;/s&gt;, i'll be missing 2 band practs. but im afraid i'll be unable to catch up. but jem says 2 practs nevermind lar. so~ okay luhh. by the way, I'VE GOT A SAXOPHONE! hahaha, a second hand one though. but it looks brand new and yes, its not yamaha{: but some european brand i guess. it was uncle peter's but they're migrating so yeah. thank you dad and mum(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, yes. band tomorrow and sianpei's away for a camp. huixin should be helping with the admin stuff, so great. no senior. in deep shit lar, phiang. thats why im hoping its mr lim. he doesnt really call the saxophone section{: and we have to also prepare the farewell gifts for liting, kenneth and neni. good luck for your Os. you all must come for the farewell party okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. and then there's bernice. heck, you smart asshole. got into vj ip. ignatius too luhh. but anyway yeah, do well in your new skool okay? love you smart asshole BERNICETAYHUIYI(:&lt;br /&gt;very random right? LMAO. told you im bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then. byee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-868333805258886631?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/868333805258886631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=868333805258886631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/868333805258886631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/868333805258886631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/11/holidays-are-really-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-1038800311841718171</id><published>2007-10-29T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:26:19.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I DONT WANT TO SAY GOODBYE):&lt;br /&gt;i really dont want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first, we all couldnt get along.&lt;br /&gt;and then we all thought this class was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;then we had trouble after trouble(SUNDAR!)&lt;br /&gt;we had competitions and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;now we're so bonded.&lt;br /&gt;and its the full stop of 2A 07.&lt;br /&gt;what for man. all those bonding sessions and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;we have to go thru this dumb process all over again!&lt;br /&gt;LOL. okay i understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE 2A SUPER MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;i thought there'll never be another class like my p6 class. but there comes 2A. i will miss 2A like super super super loads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE;;&lt;br /&gt;these memories(:&lt;br /&gt;lets see how much we've grown together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/RyXFVOKzYpI/AAAAAAAAADg/7NiCM2mwXw0/s1600-h/1_417871229l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126720719202509458" style="WIDTH: 308px; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="239" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/RyXFpuKzYrI/AAAAAAAAADw/U95DOkVfYAE/s320/DSC01614.JPG" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/RyW7WOKzYYI/AAAAAAAAABY/FBV4XiQXwmE/s1600-h/2A+mascot(x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126709741266100610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="233" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_bIk2VATqQVc/RyW7WOKzYYI/AAAAAAAAABY/FBV4XiQXwmE/s320/2A+mascot(x.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thats OUR story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-1038800311841718171?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/1038800311841718171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=1038800311841718171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1038800311841718171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/1038800311841718171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-dont-want-to-say-goodbye-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_bIk2VATqQVc/RyXFVOKzYpI/AAAAAAAAADg/7NiCM2mwXw0/s72-c/1_417871229l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-4649684672483912932</id><published>2007-10-27T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T22:47:46.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went out for piano lesson today(:&lt;br /&gt;AT IKEA somemore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was so frustrating can? waited for seats at the restaurant for more than half an hour(i think). luckily a SUPER NICE couple offered us their seats after they finished eating. its not about the waiting i disliked but because we waited for ONE table for a LONGGGGGGGGGG TIME. the people saw us, but just gave us the stupid stare and continued chit-chating. fine luhh, nevermind. they have the right to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THEY DIDNT NEED TO GLARE AT US. AND OFFER THE TABLE TO SOMEONE FARFARFAR AWAY. PURE EVIL CAN? be glad i didnt stare back man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, had a heavy lunch. of course very expensive): but anyway. had loads of fun. especially when the three little kiddos were there. CELEST,XIAOYUN,WENYI. funny seh. really insane people. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i went to the beach with liangyue. SORRY! caused you to get scolded): SORRY! but anyway we had loads of fun(: rented bikes, and played at the playground like little kids liddat. hahahaha:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. just had lots of fun. thats it.&lt;br /&gt;okay. THATS MY FIRST DAY OF THE HOLIDAYS. at least it didnt turn out too bad without twoaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about two aye.&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA THANK THESE PEOPLE. A LOT CAUSE YOU GUYS REALLY MADE LIFE IN 2A SO GREAT FOR ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEANANA, for always being so horny and nice and yeah, great at maths(:&lt;br /&gt;SHERI, for always kicking my ass, walking home together with me and to laugh at me:D&lt;br /&gt;WEIQING, for being the greatest friend ever! LOL, always answering all my qn.s and stuff(:&lt;br /&gt;EDWINA, for being the class's banana, my sometimes-only source of entertainment whether it is high tide or hai dai!&lt;br /&gt;LYNNtan, for being so funny and nice that i can go to you and just pour out all my complains(x&lt;br /&gt;NISYA, for being like super cheerful always, never failing to make me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;GEORGINA, for helping me in my skool work and D&amp;amp;T! i never forgot that(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YANNTING, for being so amusing always, and a responsible chairperson!&lt;br /&gt;DEBBIE, for being such a good friend. laughing together or at each other!&lt;br /&gt;YIWEI, for being such a tolerant classmate for 2 years! whether i draw on your table or turn your pencil case upside down(:&lt;br /&gt;CHANG, for being such a great&lt;em&gt; si dui tou&lt;/em&gt;. although we're always quarrelling but it was fun! LOL. thanks for the sweets and everthing.&lt;br /&gt;HAZIQ, for being the funniest juicy butt of 2A. thanks for the sweets(: thanks for delivering my book to my house and all those stuff. thanks for those silly nicks. thanks for being such a great friend(:&lt;br /&gt;JERRY, for being the source of all the sunda-related jokes and stuff. thanks for helping to bond the class so closely. and of course delivering my book to my house too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOANNE, for being the bestest soulmate. always there for me whenever i need a friend.&lt;br /&gt;YUQUAN, for putting up me for 2 years! thanks for everything man.&lt;br /&gt;SHERRY, for being so encouraging and nice. LOVE YOU man.&lt;br /&gt;DELIA, for being so funny and yellow sometimes. LOL.it would be so much more boring without you.&lt;br /&gt;LYNNtay, for being the happy-go-lucky girl. for being crazy and stuff(:&lt;br /&gt;BK, for being soo nice, going all out to help me when i need help(x and of course being a great green man of 2A&lt;br /&gt;MARCUS, for making 2A so much more lively. and not forgetting to drag me down into the trouble with teachers when you dont finish your work. and yeah, &lt;em&gt;thanks&lt;/em&gt; for all those plucked leaves hur?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDMOND, for being super insane. especially when trying to pretend to play our insrtuments!&lt;br /&gt;WEEKHIONG, for being a stupid dumb dumb which i can disturb but &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; draw on! what a silly theory.&lt;br /&gt;SAIFUL, for all the loud A-CHOOOs and super fun target to disturb although we are very irritating.&lt;br /&gt;MEILAN, for helping me with my chinese, always. without any complains.&lt;br /&gt;HAISHAN, for being such a great explainer at science&lt;br /&gt;XUEQI, for being just her! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAN, for being so amusing. haha&lt;br /&gt;NADIRAH, for being so nicee always, always offering to help(:&lt;br /&gt;AQILAH, for being my dear lala express:D love you(:&lt;br /&gt;ELAINE, for being such a great partner. teaching me maths and stuff{:&lt;br /&gt;SHIUHENG, for being that professional windbag always nagging at my ear. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;others from other classes,&lt;br /&gt;HUIXI, for being there always. when i need someone to talk to. and study with(:&lt;br /&gt;JOE, for being a super duper great friend. cause you've really added much joy into my life.&lt;br /&gt;PHI, for being nice(: even though im always like crapping and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;SHILA, for always being like nice. whether i need help or anything(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, really a big thankyou to all of you. for being a great friend. for tolerating all my nonsense and when im being unreasonable. also, sorry for being mean and nasty at times. you people are really like family to me(: thankyou so much. and i will miss you people a lot. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2A o7' FOREVER{:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-4649684672483912932?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/4649684672483912932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=4649684672483912932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4649684672483912932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/4649684672483912932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/went-out-for-piano-lesson-today-at-ikea.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-986954744915420433</id><published>2007-10-27T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:42:04.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HELP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I THINK I AM GOING TO DIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HECK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-986954744915420433?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/986954744915420433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=986954744915420433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/986954744915420433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/986954744915420433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/help.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-3655266536059542896</id><published>2007-10-27T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T00:57:11.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES.&lt;br /&gt;I WANT A CLASS BLOG!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASEEEEEEEEEE{:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-3655266536059542896?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/3655266536059542896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=3655266536059542896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/3655266536059542896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/3655266536059542896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-8903311613682113101</id><published>2007-10-26T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T23:38:13.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LETS CREATE A 2A O7' BLOG, SHALL WE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss twoaye. soo much. we're just like a BIG FAMILY.&lt;br /&gt;LOL, despite quarrels and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;last day of skool. and i didnt even get a chance to take picture with them.&lt;br /&gt;just because of band. HECK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were like all rushing downstairs for band immediately.&lt;br /&gt;dont we need a break? right after all the &lt;em&gt;da jis&lt;/em&gt;; REPORT SLIPS.&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even eat or drink anything, not until it was 2plus. when i went out with yuquan, huixin and khaihui to eat at century square! damn it.&lt;br /&gt;after that, we also walked around and went to toys'r'us somemore. i was then late for my piano lesson luhh. phiang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played the piano for like two plus hours just now. my fingers are aching. BADLY.&lt;br /&gt;playing duet with liangyue mahh. she's like super good so must practise to catch up. tomorrow still have theory lesson luhh(:&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about practising. i HAVE to bring home my instru ler lar. auditions in dec, although its just 2 simple pieces. I AM ALWAYS NERVOUS IN FRONT OF MS CHONG! dont know why. and then i'll SQUEAK like super loudly. really embarrassing 0: sianpei please come back quick!&lt;br /&gt;i think i cannot cope luhh. totally lost during band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my results.&lt;br /&gt;DISAPPOINTING SEH. did really badly. so sad. but i havent decided what subjects i want to take next year though. STRESSED UP already. anyway, grats to georgina for being the top student again! woohoo(: and, yay for those for have done well. umm, grats to wanjie for improving! must jiayous.you can do even better de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, now i must go eat my dinner le. uh, if i missed out of any of your links and stuff, be sure to tell me!&lt;br /&gt;and sheri! must takecare okay. get well soon{:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUACKS :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-8903311613682113101?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/8903311613682113101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=8903311613682113101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8903311613682113101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/8903311613682113101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-create-2a-o7-blog-should-we-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1690308448385449218.post-2358805193850567917</id><published>2007-10-25T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T20:17:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;people relink hur! finally finished up this new blog. sorry for neglecting my prevoius blog): was really busy. anyway, cheers to the first post of &lt;em&gt;thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com&lt;/em&gt;! rmb to leave comments hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to continue only tomorrow cause i've been on the com for----gosh, more than eight hours. okay, so i'll have to edit the links tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, good luck to all dunmanites!&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow we're gonna collect our report cards):&lt;br /&gt;all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo, byee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. thanks nadim for the codes(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1690308448385449218-2358805193850567917?l=thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/feeds/2358805193850567917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1690308448385449218&amp;postID=2358805193850567917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/2358805193850567917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1690308448385449218/posts/default/2358805193850567917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thebrandedbitch.blogspot.com/2007/10/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>jojojo:D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03515964971440865491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
