<?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-30777470</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:36:37.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random coverages of fyda</title><subtitle type='html'>i'm me. i'm me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>245</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-3575096356074725225</id><published>2007-04-12T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T19:42:24.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's about time i tell people bout my LJ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therichbegger.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Here you go !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-3575096356074725225?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/3575096356074725225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=3575096356074725225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3575096356074725225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3575096356074725225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-about-time-i-tell-people-bout-my-lj.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-3482236171143423739</id><published>2007-04-06T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T17:39:24.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOVED :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So long people! Only those whom i told my site to knows where i rant my daily or random issues!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Still, this blog will be left &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-deleted as it holds thousand of precious moments :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-3482236171143423739?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/3482236171143423739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=3482236171143423739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3482236171143423739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3482236171143423739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/04/moved-dd-so-long-people-only-those-whom.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-5531034583402543320</id><published>2007-04-02T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:50:02.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - "Tired" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RhDeFhc5n9I/AAAAAAAAApQ/jQaOtnKMpTs/s1600-h/sleep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RhDeFhc5n9I/AAAAAAAAApQ/jQaOtnKMpTs/s320/sleep.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048779368742625234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lessons were as per usual except the fact that our dearly Mr Chong was absent. A tincy wincy of drama back at class because of the seating drama. I made a point to my friends to blog about it but i just have no mood to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and extremely bored with the way things are. The drama here and there just can't seem to stop huh. Everybody need to make at least A scene! It's getting old i'm telling you, very old. Oh well, the world has gone topsy turvy. Friendships borned and dead at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom gave me the name, RAFIDAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-5531034583402543320?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/5531034583402543320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=5531034583402543320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5531034583402543320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5531034583402543320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-tired-lessons-were-as-per-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RhDeFhc5n9I/AAAAAAAAApQ/jQaOtnKMpTs/s72-c/sleep.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8601064830986584752</id><published>2007-04-01T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T14:42:46.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Cool-a-rama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9Swhc5n8I/AAAAAAAAApI/ZJVJ7Ac_pnI/s1600-h/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9Swhc5n8I/AAAAAAAAApI/ZJVJ7Ac_pnI/s320/cool.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048344700872400834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was pretty awesome. Mr Bean's silly antics just never fails to crack me up! A darn legend! Since mom wasn't a camwhoring freak, me and couz camwhored back at my house :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9SlBc5n6I/AAAAAAAAAo4/wfYdpZc-evI/s1600-h/IMG_0546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9SlBc5n6I/AAAAAAAAAo4/wfYdpZc-evI/s320/IMG_0546.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048344503303905186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;possible ad for black jeans ?? EGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9SlRc5n7I/AAAAAAAAApA/lXC_ewvAIc4/s1600-h/IMG_0511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9SlRc5n7I/AAAAAAAAApA/lXC_ewvAIc4/s320/IMG_0511.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048344507598872498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meena, walkie talkie! ROGER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9SIhc5n1I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/SRgTMNVtd8A/s1600-h/collage1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9SIhc5n1I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/SRgTMNVtd8A/s320/collage1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048344013677633362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, she smells gooooood :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9SIxc5n2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/xZktR01PT-I/s1600-h/collage2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9SIxc5n2I/AAAAAAAAAoY/xZktR01PT-I/s320/collage2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048344017972600674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9SIxc5n3I/AAAAAAAAAog/pRfsLW8Gxxw/s1600-h/IMG_0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9SIxc5n3I/AAAAAAAAAog/pRfsLW8Gxxw/s320/IMG_0502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048344017972600690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks damn adorable here, agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9SJhc5n5I/AAAAAAAAAow/Ark2N2MSwTw/s1600-h/camwhoring.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9SJhc5n5I/AAAAAAAAAow/Ark2N2MSwTw/s320/camwhoring.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048344030857502610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;there were tons more but i won't flood your page with our 'very nauseating' pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-8601064830986584752?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8601064830986584752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8601064830986584752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8601064830986584752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8601064830986584752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/04/feeling-cool-rama-yesterday-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg9Swhc5n8I/AAAAAAAAApI/ZJVJ7Ac_pnI/s72-c/cool.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-1620542715874335951</id><published>2007-03-31T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T18:40:41.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feeling -  Gooood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg36Dxc5n0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/fdCe0w5gKeQ/s1600-h/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg36Dxc5n0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/fdCe0w5gKeQ/s320/cool.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047965700073299778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ohh at last i get a grip of this comp. Yesterday's PTI was so-so. Reason, 3/4 of the sec4s were not involved. Rarr! Like what meena said, SCREW SYF! The only one who attended were, ME, herleen, adrian, yasmin and wei ern. It was rather pathetic. We all kept looking for each other cos we wanted each other's company. I hope the PTI on next wednesday is much much more fun cos more of them are attending! Me and hudda were gossiping and bitching bout some freaking wankers and bullshitters! hahah! It was damn fun! We were even discussing about the freedom that the both of us got and yada yada! hehehehe! I'm so looking forward for next week excluding POA test! There's sports day, THE soccer match and PTI! Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;s&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; a harsh reminder. Stop fcuking bullshitting my friend. If i'm able to identify you, you jolly well pack your bags and run cos you're gonna be in deep shit. Wait till you get it you fcuking assholic, bloody, slutty and flirtatious bitches. &amp;&amp;amp; Meena, don't care about whatever they fcuking said bout you. They are a bunch of no-life whores who just don't get life. Tsk.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-1620542715874335951?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/1620542715874335951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=1620542715874335951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1620542715874335951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1620542715874335951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-gooood-ohh-at-last-i-get-grip.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rg36Dxc5n0I/AAAAAAAAAoI/fdCe0w5gKeQ/s72-c/cool.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-1906850863259359922</id><published>2007-03-29T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T18:35:52.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Worried &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RguR7Rc5nyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/GD3MwQWECVI/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RguR7Rc5nyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/GD3MwQWECVI/s320/confused.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047288254881701666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RguS5Rc5nzI/AAAAAAAAAn4/d56DwuHKvVo/s1600-h/Stress_by_CMCricket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RguS5Rc5nzI/AAAAAAAAAn4/d56DwuHKvVo/s320/Stress_by_CMCricket.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047289320033591090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I've been cursing alot today for several apparent reasons. School has been rather draggy. I had to resort to consuming highly minty sweets to wake me up. My eyes are either fully close or squinted. I'm sure from today onwards it won't be the same anymore cos i'm sitting beside James. He's been singing Fergalicious the whole time and getting the lyrics all wrong! Gaga! There's PTI tomorrow and i'm not that keen, simply because the whacked bunch of Sec 4s are incomplete! All thanks to SYF being around the corner, those participating mush exempt themselves from PTI, rarr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I went to watch soccer with JITS, Meena and Vainpot. &amp; darn fcuk! My uniform was splattered with mud! That darn kid kicked the ball and got the mud on me without any devious purpose of course. Everybody was staring at me, shittos! My uni looked like the body of someone suffering from Kaposis's Sarcoma. As usual, the lil kiddos consisting a few of my favourites cute ones xD WON! Yeahyeah! A fcuking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;7-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; babeh! Ohh my! Kent Ridge is darn goooood! &amp; oh yeah, there's several girls who pisses me off with their darn attitude, assholes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&amp; oh yes! Thank god i passed it, phew. Ms Jane handed to us our MYE timetable and it's freaking me out terribly! Urrrrgh! Everything is drawing nearer and nearer, i guess there's no more fooling around hah guys! Ahhhhhhhhhhh! I must sacrifice my weekends x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby i'm yours until the sun no longer shine&lt;/span&gt; :D*melts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ohh as couz said, Arctic Monkeys gone romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-1906850863259359922?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/1906850863259359922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=1906850863259359922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1906850863259359922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1906850863259359922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-worried-ive-been-cursing-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RguR7Rc5nyI/AAAAAAAAAnw/GD3MwQWECVI/s72-c/confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-6391315980495129192</id><published>2007-03-27T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T23:20:08.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Blaah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgkySsaD2XI/AAAAAAAAAno/phPecGjjsgw/s1600-h/blank.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgkySsaD2XI/AAAAAAAAAno/phPecGjjsgw/s320/blank.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046620154184849778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mdm Red-Dot terrorised me in the worse timing ever. I'm having my darn NAPFA thingy this friday and i'm being attacked by it.* Oh well, been eating alot lately. Usually i'll be fcuking full but no this time. I could literally swallow a cow, :D Oral was smooth and i was pretty happy for it. Mrs Yeo was being sucha darling by smiling and nodding, haha. Hehe, i wasn't that nervous cos while waiting for my turn, we talked and talked like nobody's buisness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And ya, to that paticular assholic bitch, don't you dare touch my friend ever again not after what you did!. Try doing that again and i'll make sure, i'll rub your face with a granite rock or worse harden it with cement, you pathetic twerp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Lessons were extra mundane and draggy. 95% of us were half asleep or reaching to Lala Land. Ms J was slightly pissed with us and so we continued our maths lesson in the hall. She then handed us wasabi green peas to make us wake up, YUCKS. Haha, she even warned us that if we attempt to sleep again tomorrow, it'll be 5 peas at one go. The distinct taste will go right up to your nose making it fcuking distasteful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I cannot imagine myself to anywhere without music; essential.&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/30777470-6391315980495129192?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/6391315980495129192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=6391315980495129192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6391315980495129192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6391315980495129192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-blaah-mdm-red-dot-terrorised-me_27.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgkySsaD2XI/AAAAAAAAAno/phPecGjjsgw/s72-c/blank.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-4723731708144726865</id><published>2007-03-26T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:56:48.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Unlucky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgfqQcaD2WI/AAAAAAAAAng/yyprrOLmfxk/s1600-h/sad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgfqQcaD2WI/AAAAAAAAAng/yyprrOLmfxk/s320/sad.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046259475716233570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh what a bad start. Journey to school was horrible! Soaked and drenched, yikes. My feets were all sticky and probably will arose a certain stench if exposed :D Oral was such an ass! &amp;&amp;amp; it's the prelims, darn! MEANIE! Can't you help along the way?!?!? Oh well, what's pass is past!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I just freaking hope i pass it (not aced it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2 dickheads came to visit their dearly school today. I'm talking bout the emo shits who really need some brushing up to do. Oh yea, NO-EYED-EMOshit, do take care of your hair cos the back of it is nearly falling off due to you trying too hard to make your hair to the front, it's not creepy, it's crappy! And tell your bestfriend, get someone professional to do his hair, it sucks. Maybe i'm in no position to say any of this, but WTF, everybody agrees with me :D People were jeering and boo-ing upon their presence in the canteen, even some lost ahbengs :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;EMO EMO EMO, prolly 1/2 of the screen names in Friendster must have the paticular word together with their names or whatever. =_=" Ohhhh people, it's just a fad, and you all must follow it, how dumb. The darn papers must always elaborate on the topic, EMO in the INpapers. I find that such a waste of effort. Sheesh-ka-beesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My apologies, i'm strongly against all this temporary fashion statements made to impress and paticularly EMO SHITS/WANNABES :)&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/30777470-4723731708144726865?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/4723731708144726865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=4723731708144726865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4723731708144726865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4723731708144726865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-unlucky-oh-what-bad-start.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgfqQcaD2WI/AAAAAAAAAng/yyprrOLmfxk/s72-c/sad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8289439507922502692</id><published>2007-03-25T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T01:15:33.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's 1.14 in the morning and i'm pathetically waiting for my brother to come back home so he could come in. The rest are all happily sleeping, =____=".&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/30777470-8289439507922502692?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8289439507922502692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8289439507922502692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8289439507922502692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8289439507922502692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-1.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-3126872412425487915</id><published>2007-03-24T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T23:51:21.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgVFlRSXGBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/BjsDdxC4mtQ/s1600-h/whistle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgVFlRSXGBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/BjsDdxC4mtQ/s320/whistle.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045515464136398866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I slept like a big fat bloated pig and only woke up at 1.30m, due to mom's persistent yellings. My saturday was spent in a rather bored way. I ate my brunch and watched tv all the way. Initially i wanted to attend JITS's training at clementi stadium but ended cancelling the idea cos dad was going out. I did abit of schoolwork here and there. I really need to brush everything up! I decide not to attend madrasah tomorrow due to some rather complex reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I watched an indon love story yesterday with couz ova at my house. It was a story which tested the power of love, chey chey. It was a story of a blind girl with her hotbod bf whom his late mother wanted to donate her cornea to the girl. When the dear hotbod was little, he refused to allow his mom's cornea to be donated and the blind girl was fine with it. Sadly the guy died at last due to some terminal disease and the girl didn't knew about it. Lastly he donated HIS cornea to the girl and taped a video for her so that after she got her eyes fixed, she can finally see him :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't know, i'm bored and that's the reason i typed out the summary of the story. I being an emotional wreck whom cannot be exposed to stories like this cried silently, ahah, i think couz caught me :D I've set next saturday for a mother-daughter day out. I shall be watching mr bean with mom at marina. I hope she won't fall asleep and snore  like she did when watching SUPERMAN. Hee, i'm so excited :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgVFlhSXGCI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/F_Tw-ioi64M/s1600-h/2314122270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 131px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgVFlhSXGCI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/F_Tw-ioi64M/s320/2314122270.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045515468431366178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh Paolo Nutini :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;JITS u miss on him, hahaha :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-3126872412425487915?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/3126872412425487915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=3126872412425487915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3126872412425487915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3126872412425487915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-bored-i-slept-like-big-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgVFlRSXGBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/BjsDdxC4mtQ/s72-c/whistle.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-1102440693999496588</id><published>2007-03-24T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T00:39:31.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Ecstatic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP92RSXF6I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ono1LJgxdU8/s1600-h/wow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP92RSXF6I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ono1LJgxdU8/s320/wow.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045155116380264354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rarr! Today was such a blast besides that PE was again sore! Haircut-date with Meena was awesome! She loooks super gorgeous now! Hehehe! We had the cut&amp;wash and it was so relaxing. Meena got her hair washed first while mine was the cut. Then vice versa. Hee, she was like a diva having two "ah-lian's" attending to her, hee. I had my usual "ah lian" for my session. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehe! IZYAN! If you cut similarly to the blonde one, we can be The Pipettes! Nyeahahaha! &amp;amp;&amp; Nadh! Yeah! They are like darn bee-yuu-tee-fuuuul laaa! Heheheh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the haircut(s), i accompanied Meena to wait for her bus. While doing so, i took pictures of her new hair with my fugly camera phone =_____=" The quality is totally gross. But oh well, at least you could see her rite? My haircut was typical, there's no vast difference, hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm getting sick and tired with my mom's and auntie's attitude. They are extreme busybodies and constantly digging out info bout somebody's bf. Sucha *tooooooooooooooooot*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PICTURES :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP92hSXF7I/AAAAAAAAAmY/OY4frUFqr00/s1600-h/SP_A0726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP92hSXF7I/AAAAAAAAAmY/OY4frUFqr00/s320/SP_A0726.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045155120675231666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP92xSXF8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/d7xIU7HjbFU/s1600-h/SP_A0729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP92xSXF8I/AAAAAAAAAmg/d7xIU7HjbFU/s320/SP_A0729.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045155124970198978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Before and After :DDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP92xSXF-I/AAAAAAAAAmw/KJfKU6CTOMo/s1600-h/SP_A0734.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP92xSXF-I/AAAAAAAAAmw/KJfKU6CTOMo/s320/SP_A0734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045155124970199010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP92xSXF9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/sL6fsliTbLs/s1600-h/SP_A0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP92xSXF9I/AAAAAAAAAmo/sL6fsliTbLs/s320/SP_A0730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045155124970198994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Suker deknie ader fringe :DDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP-ARSXF_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/W_Q6iglJfhw/s1600-h/IMG_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP-ARSXF_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/W_Q6iglJfhw/s320/IMG_0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045155288178956274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somebody was watching MTV with me :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP-AhSXGAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/1XcMJdfJbBA/s1600-h/IMG_0383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP-AhSXGAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/1XcMJdfJbBA/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045155292473923586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, goodnight, it's like soooo late :D&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/30777470-1102440693999496588?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/1102440693999496588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=1102440693999496588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1102440693999496588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1102440693999496588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-ecstatic-rarr-today-was-such.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgP92RSXF6I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ono1LJgxdU8/s72-c/wow.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-7933267042486694481</id><published>2007-03-22T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T18:37:15.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Nervous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgJaUxSXF4I/AAAAAAAAAmA/bRNfA8Q35gQ/s1600-h/nervous.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgJaUxSXF4I/AAAAAAAAAmA/bRNfA8Q35gQ/s320/nervous.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044693845482608514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Finally it's gonna be friday in just hours. The only thing i hate about friday is PE, darn. It has been rather gruelling and bitchy, yikes. I miss Mr Chan being our PE teacher, hee! Oh well at least there's something i'll be looking forward to, that is a haircut with meena :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;the stench of your presence has always been disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgJaVBSXF5I/AAAAAAAAAmI/xE8nUh_vHuE/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgJaVBSXF5I/AAAAAAAAAmI/xE8nUh_vHuE/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044693849777575826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The Pipettes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;How beautiful *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/30777470-7933267042486694481?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/7933267042486694481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=7933267042486694481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7933267042486694481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7933267042486694481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-nervous-finally-its-gonna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgJaUxSXF4I/AAAAAAAAAmA/bRNfA8Q35gQ/s72-c/nervous.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-6479139800911749901</id><published>2007-03-21T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:36:43.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling -  Blaah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgETWRSXF1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/9bQzvTVeWkw/s1600-h/blank.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgETWRSXF1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/9bQzvTVeWkw/s320/blank.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044334330950129490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm having a bad feeling bout a few of my tests, shits. I've been sleeping late night just to study like fuck and i ended up with doubts. Nonetheless, the 'student helper' situation was pretty okay. I became Mr Chan's PA and the "Fcuk, i forgot my job". I had fun with the sec 1s, nyeahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgETWhSXF2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/StnUCpi6OrM/s1600-h/SP_A0720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgETWhSXF2I/AAAAAAAAAlw/StnUCpi6OrM/s320/SP_A0720.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044334335245096802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgETWhSXF3I/AAAAAAAAAl4/ZWNme4majwg/s1600-h/SP_A0721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgETWhSXF3I/AAAAAAAAAl4/ZWNme4majwg/s320/SP_A0721.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044334335245096818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Top: Mr "his cutness has exceeded it's extremity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bottom: The mexican prettyface :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;They are one hell of a 'stress free' bunch :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;*taken with dumb camera phone, =_="&lt;/span&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/30777470-6479139800911749901?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/6479139800911749901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=6479139800911749901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6479139800911749901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6479139800911749901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-blaah-im-having-bad-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RgETWRSXF1I/AAAAAAAAAlo/9bQzvTVeWkw/s72-c/blank.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8468764284934136061</id><published>2007-03-20T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T23:19:13.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Crappy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rf_2yhSXF0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/5ktL1974qSw/s1600-h/mad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rf_2yhSXF0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/5ktL1974qSw/s320/mad.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044021455467517762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You made me shed tears for nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You made me sob for no absolute reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You are heartless and self-centered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- DARN YOU ONIONS! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been really busy lately trying to catch up with school. Dang! I should have studied more during the holidays. I'm so gonna flunk the POA paper, if i do get a pass, i'll be the happiest lass. English test sucked too. 2 more coming my way tomorrow, shits. I stayed up till 1 to studied yesterday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please go to Izar's/JITS's blog to view the pictures captured during the Saturday's hangout&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just to lethargic to post the pictures and the patience to do so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Went to Coffee Bean with JITS yesterday to calm our souls and had an awesome time conversing. Dang! I hate this week, such a pain in the ass. I have really bad eyebags, those that you could go shopping with. Rarr!  I think my bro is in love with this japanese rocker chick  named YUI. Those anime fanatics should know her la eh! He's been tuning to her 2 songs for weeks. *jitters*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wanna get some sleep before i really pass out :)&lt;br /&gt;Everything is driving me up the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why should i even bother, they are the ones who are drowning in their own river of Lies.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-8468764284934136061?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8468764284934136061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8468764284934136061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8468764284934136061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8468764284934136061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-crappy-you-made-me-shed-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rf_2yhSXF0I/AAAAAAAAAlg/5ktL1974qSw/s72-c/mad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-6125846913623615080</id><published>2007-03-18T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T23:22:36.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Nervous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rf1Xxo0bfLI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Qd6r-kattbw/s1600-h/nervous.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rf1Xxo0bfLI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Qd6r-kattbw/s320/nervous.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043283668007353522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;DARN! School is starting tomorrow and i can't help but to sighhhhhh! If only it was the start of March holidays tomorrow and relive the past fantastic week! I'm extremely sure miracles like that never and will not happen! I'm watching Ugly Betty now. I simply laze around today. I went to madrasah despite the fact that i was still tired and sore from ystd's fun! Mom was away for nearly the whole day attending some function. I did the powerpoint slides out of boredom and i'm very pleased with the outcome :DDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Rarr! I'm so stressed right now. There's a POA test on Tuesday. The topic tested will surely kill me since i'm such a loser at it! &amp;amp; So i decided for a Coffee Bean date with JITS and james is probably tagging along. A good start for the term i suppose. JITS still hasn't upload the pics and i bet beel hasn't too. Oh well, i'm so tired right now, goodnight bloggers :)&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/30777470-6125846913623615080?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/6125846913623615080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=6125846913623615080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6125846913623615080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6125846913623615080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-nervous-darn-school-is-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rf1Xxo0bfLI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Qd6r-kattbw/s72-c/nervous.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-2210054902091981930</id><published>2007-03-17T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T23:38:00.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfwGEa7NXlI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/CxM6TwhF5ko/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfwGEa7NXlI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/CxM6TwhF5ko/s320/love.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042912355765018194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Hee, i'm tired yet so happy! The trip to Sentosa is super duper ultra fun! Met them at around 12ish. Otw to West Coast, bumped into Beel and we went together from there. Fcuking 189 didn't stopped! Nyeaha! Met the guys and we chilled while waiting for male-big-head Wei Ern. Sadly only me and yasmin were the only females. The males were as such, Shafiq, Nabeel, Johan, Ben and Hilmi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;While in the bus, bunch of minahs were at the back giggling and giggling at the back, URRGH! I felt like throwing up. While alighting they were laughing at Johan cos he was left behind. They were making stupid remarks about him and yada yada. I being me, kept spouting sarcasm aloud, nyeaha! Went Vivo, bought the entry cards, snacks at Giant and off we went in the tram! Hehehe! I'm SUCHA DICKHEAD! I brought my dear cammie but forgot to insert the batt! Thank god beel and yas got their cammies to capture the moments. Hahaha! We were being idiots cos we walked all the way to Palawan then back to Siloso which was a complete waste of time! Jiaqi and Adrian joined us later and brought extremely good news! JIAQI got in the second round of auditions for CAMPUS SUPERSTAR :DDDD I'm so so so so so happy for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We then swim and played ball in the water. We saw Alex and probably Hafiz in the waters. It was fun, joking around with the company of loves. Beel and Ben left earlier. Jiaqi will constantly call Hilmi cute (which cannot be denied in any way :D ) while Wei Ern is being harassed by Pei Wen and i-forgot-her-name (ahahha), sorry! Heheh, me and the others will just fool around. Hahaha! Ahhhhhh we should do this often :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Jiaqi, Adrian, Yas and 1 cabbed all the way down to Thyzus house for the class gathering. It was pretty mundane yet fun in some part of it. The food was so so but i was expecting much more. The guys were practically swimming while the girls just chilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pictures will be uploaded as soon as they send it to me aits!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;till then, i'm freaking sleepy =_=&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/30777470-2210054902091981930?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/2210054902091981930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=2210054902091981930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/2210054902091981930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/2210054902091981930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-tired-hee-im-tired-yet-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfwGEa7NXlI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/CxM6TwhF5ko/s72-c/love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-2835881709602383404</id><published>2007-03-16T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T00:06:52.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Glad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rfq-7q7NXkI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aODODjUGPVI/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rfq-7q7NXkI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aODODjUGPVI/s320/tongue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042552665138880066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm really appreciating how mom is treating me right now and i hope it will stay the same. She's allowing me to go out tomorrow for 2 things. Firstly, the trip to Sentosa and then to the class gathering at Thyzus's house. Sadly, many of my lovely babes are missing, darn! Don't worry babe! We'll go next time okay! Hmpf! I really miss you guys sey and desperately need your company which never fails to bring a smile to my face :) The crappy jokes and mocking we made at the top of the pyramid will never ever be replaced and definitely not &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FORGOTTEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Okay, i shall stop cos if i don't, i'll start sobbing :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I hope it turns out well tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS MANY OF YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (sec 4 SCs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; good luck to one of my babeh tomorrow! Show some ass to the people out there :DDDDD&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/30777470-2835881709602383404?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/2835881709602383404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=2835881709602383404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/2835881709602383404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/2835881709602383404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-glad-im-really-appreciating-how.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rfq-7q7NXkI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aODODjUGPVI/s72-c/tongue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-4739184532784450848</id><published>2007-03-14T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T00:44:01.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Thrilled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgcBa7NXiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/LwfRwD3ny-o/s1600-h/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgcBa7NXiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/LwfRwD3ny-o/s320/wink.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041810593574379042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our lil project trip was fun fun fun! While i was waiting for the others, i saw my alien-ed kakfilzah! Hehehe, sooo pretty la she! We went to the Botanics Garden to do our project, hehe. When i first stepped in, i was dead amazed by the surrounding and the renovation they did to it, darn nice! I quickly targeted a senior couple enjoying their coffee. I made the first move and politely asked them for their time. They were extremely friendly and agreed to help us and did the mini interview. The couple was so sweet! Finally the darn project is done! Next we enjoyed and showed James around! Ria went off to meet her couz at Bugis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;JITS was facing hunger desperation. We then headed to Taka for lunch @ Seoul Garden. I'm getting sick of that place, nyeahaha. James was like a lost dog in town, hahaha! We will always find him with a clueless face. After lunch we decided to go play bowling over at Marina. When we reached there, the lanes were all booked due to a tournoment occuring. Our heart sank, we then decided to watch a movie but the timings were all very late. I made a suggestion to go all the way to Suntec to catch a movie. After a long walk, the timings were all rather similar to the ones at Marina. We gave up and decided to settle down at Starbucks :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We settled down and went through the project again. James was so funny at his first attempt in slurping the Caramel Frappe, ahaha. Me and JITS was laughing all the way at him. After all that is done, we chatted about all the weird stuffs! James showed us a video which disgust the hell out of me! Hahaha! He was rather disturbed cos me and JITS were constantly taking pictures! Hahaha! Vanity is never a sin okay!? He kept insisting that he should get a jeans! I AGREE TOTALLY! GO GET 1 LA! Hehehe! After much yakkiting, we called it a day! Yas had to go urgently cos she's having training and James basically wanted to go home to play those mundane-online-games :D As for me, i'm meeting couz at ct hall at 7 to go buy my shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Otw to the MRT, i bumped into Elfa, hee, she's so sweet, I then sent them off at the MRT station and bid farewell! While waiting for couz's arrival, i went up to Raffles City cos i needed to go to the loo badly. After that, i wandered around alone to search for Times Bookshop. Sadly my dearly favourite bookshop had closed down. I went to MPH instead but got distracted by an attractive cute stationery store. It sold cute notebooks and files. Me being me, cannot resist such stuff, i bought the files :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Soon Couz arrived and we walked all the way to Suntec. Our jaws dropped cos the colour that i favoured wasn't available. We should have went to Peni first, nyeahaha. So walked all the way back and walked briskly to Peni. Again, my heart sunk, the size wasn't available for the yellow high cut, shits. But a pink-grapefruit coloured Jack Parcell shoe caught my eye and so i bought that instead :DD We went to have supper and straight back to my home. Hehe, had a girl talkz dishing out the dirt and without any denial, gossip! Hahaha! We made parodies of many people today, ahhahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;DANG! TODAY WAS FUN :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Obviously we camwhored, nyeahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rfgar67NXcI/AAAAAAAAAkI/L1r-Xd1OnR4/s1600-h/IMG_0315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rfgar67NXcI/AAAAAAAAAkI/L1r-Xd1OnR4/s320/IMG_0315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041809124695563714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgZ667NXXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/zHHylaZ5lcs/s1600-h/IMG_0290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgZ667NXXI/AAAAAAAAAjg/zHHylaZ5lcs/s320/IMG_0290.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041808282881973618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rfgar67NXbI/AAAAAAAAAkA/88Sh8kOc0mQ/s1600-h/IMG_0303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rfgar67NXbI/AAAAAAAAAkA/88Sh8kOc0mQ/s320/IMG_0303.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041809124695563698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgZ667NXWI/AAAAAAAAAjY/CrYx988GqAk/s1600-h/IMG_0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgZ667NXWI/AAAAAAAAAjY/CrYx988GqAk/s320/IMG_0288.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041808282881973602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgZ7K7NXaI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Bv11dQtZWUo/s1600-h/IMG_0298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgZ7K7NXaI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Bv11dQtZWUo/s320/IMG_0298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041808287176940962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgZ7K7NXYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/7sdTT9UIbJY/s1600-h/IMG_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgZ7K7NXYI/AAAAAAAAAjo/7sdTT9UIbJY/s320/IMG_0292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041808287176940930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgZ7K7NXZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/1Ut0MX2uCqI/s1600-h/IMG_0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgZ7K7NXZI/AAAAAAAAAjw/1Ut0MX2uCqI/s320/IMG_0297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041808287176940946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgbZK7NXhI/AAAAAAAAAkw/flswbFL9zA4/s1600-h/IMG_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgbZK7NXhI/AAAAAAAAAkw/flswbFL9zA4/s320/IMG_0327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041809902084644370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgasK7NXdI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1U82z3GfdjI/s1600-h/IMG_0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgasK7NXdI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/1U82z3GfdjI/s320/IMG_0316.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041809128990531026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have the tendancy to take his picture while drinking, WHY? Cos he look spastic everytime he drinks :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgasK7NXeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Qo_rTkEJnQM/s1600-h/IMG_0317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgasK7NXeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/Qo_rTkEJnQM/s320/IMG_0317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041809128990531042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rfgasa7NXfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YD0gECzL9hE/s1600-h/IMG_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rfgasa7NXfI/AAAAAAAAAkg/YD0gECzL9hE/s320/IMG_0320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041809133285498354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgbZK7NXgI/AAAAAAAAAko/xkPz48dDtfw/s1600-h/IMG_0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgbZK7NXgI/AAAAAAAAAko/xkPz48dDtfw/s320/IMG_0325.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041809902084644354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; SATURDAY LOVES &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-4739184532784450848?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/4739184532784450848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=4739184532784450848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4739184532784450848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4739184532784450848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-thrilled-our-lil-project-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfgcBa7NXiI/AAAAAAAAAk4/LwfRwD3ny-o/s72-c/wink.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-6051454021629568586</id><published>2007-03-13T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:08:28.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfbF267NXVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/mOybft3plrQ/s1600-h/nervous.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfbF267NXVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/mOybft3plrQ/s320/nervous.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041434380209053010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Eversince the darn MIO was installed in my house, complications arose. The assholic repairman came and fixed. His poor attitude really pissed me off! Mom was also pissed off. Being kind souls we gave him a can drink as a kind gesture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bro is away with SUGAR! Shit la! My dear PSP is away in the thick bushes and dirt. He text-ed me and said that he won't be coming home cos he's away in the woods. My heart sunk cos that means SUGAR is not coming home, darn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ironically,  i managed to complete 3/4 of the maths homework! Yeay for me :DD Stuffed myself with fries the whole day. I haven't been eating rice for the past two days. I just don't have the customary appetite. Morever, it's a great way to loose weight :DD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I hope dear couz can make it tomorrow. I really wanna get the shoes, at least there's something new for me to wear on saturday for the class gathering :) Credits to Granny for making the situation much more worse than before. If only you sealed that precious mouth of yours, hais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thanks JITS for finding the dearly-craved indo song i was yacking about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;:DDDDDD&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/30777470-6051454021629568586?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/6051454021629568586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=6051454021629568586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6051454021629568586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6051454021629568586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-down-eversince-darn-mio-was.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfbF267NXVI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/mOybft3plrQ/s72-c/nervous.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-101532175065800396</id><published>2007-03-12T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T23:44:27.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Bored &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfVvwK7NXUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ZdGehLHsgeE/s1600-h/blank.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfVvwK7NXUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ZdGehLHsgeE/s320/blank.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041058231268236610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yada yada, the holidays are here. It's kinda boring when you are stucked at home with absolutely nothing interesting to do. There's homework to do but clearly i don't find that interesting, pfft! 36 qns on arithmetic can certainly put my brain into death mode. The thought of staying up till late night and waking up in the afternoon is old news. Rawr! Sugar is away with Bro, so that leaves me with not much entertainment. I had to resort to playing SIMS 2 since i was extremely bored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There's nothing much left to do. Perhaps tomorrow morning i shall go jogging! Like that's gonna happen! Maybe i should start on the homework and do some revision, seriously this time! I better buck up before major mistakes are made. I hope Wednesday runs smoothly! I won't want to chase after tourists who might find us crazy for asking such questions :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;There's a whirlwind spinning around my house. The same old stuff is reborned. The misconceptions and misjudgement around the house is happening again. I won't want to get involve at all. The most i could do is to shut my trap and seal it tight! I've been watching serial dramas such as Heroes, Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Houswives and my latest addiction Ugly Betty. She made a strong point on how looks doesn't matter! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Oh well. If i'm still not asleep by 2am, i might blog again bout anything that pops in my mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Till then bloggers :D&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/30777470-101532175065800396?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/101532175065800396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=101532175065800396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/101532175065800396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/101532175065800396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-bored-yada-yada-holidays-are.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfVvwK7NXUI/AAAAAAAAAjI/ZdGehLHsgeE/s72-c/blank.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-846027662241993475</id><published>2007-03-11T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T00:16:08.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Exhilarated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfQmFq7NXSI/AAAAAAAAAi4/a0-u7GaO_eU/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfQmFq7NXSI/AAAAAAAAAi4/a0-u7GaO_eU/s320/tongue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040695761798257954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was so-so. It turn out rather plain and boring than we planned. Nevertheless, we didn't fail to bring a smile to each others' faces! Met couz at 7.30, our latest timing ever! Nyeahaha. We went on a coffee spree ystd. Firstly we made a beeline to Coffee Bean's Taka. We ordered drinks, a salad to share and a yummy chocolate cake. I handed couz her pressie and she was pleased! Hehehe :D Suddenly the thought of bubbles was on Couz's mind. She had the sudden urge to play bubbles! We searched it at the departmental store at taka. Sadly they only sold those bubble guns.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;On our way to Somerset. I saw Kak Filzah and her family! Hehe, the gorgeous ALIEN! Yikes! She'll kill me if she knows i call her that! haha! Walked around. By the time we reached City Hall, it was already late. Darn! The shops there were nearly closing! We then went Suntec. I treated the both of us Iced V Lattes and we settled down somewhere in Suntec. At 10++ we decided to go home :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfQmF67NXTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/TKyBXi12EMM/s1600-h/IMG_0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfQmF67NXTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/TKyBXi12EMM/s320/IMG_0275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040695766093225266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Sugar :D&lt;br /&gt;(sorry la dey, BLURR, ngah syok katerkan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As for today, i attended madrasah and guess what?! Half of the class was absent! Darn it! Thank god i have the sweet newcomer, Sakinah to accompany me. Otw back home, i have dear SUGAR to accompany me :D YES! My bro bought the shared-PSP yesterday. I can't get my hands off it! Nyeahaha! Sadly, i have to part with it for a lil while. Bro promised that i'll get it on Tuesday and leave me with it till school re-opens, i think. Nyeahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My holidays are finally planned out. I'm doing the ridiculous project on Wed at Botanic Gardens. After that, i shall meet dear Couz to buy shoes with. On Saturday shall be our Council and Class outing. I'm still uncertain on how i'm gonna tell mom x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/30777470-846027662241993475?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/846027662241993475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=846027662241993475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/846027662241993475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/846027662241993475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-exhilarated-yesterday-was-so-so.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfQmFq7NXSI/AAAAAAAAAi4/a0-u7GaO_eU/s72-c/tongue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-9030406899966242714</id><published>2007-03-09T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T21:27:54.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Feeling - Exhausted &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfFXD67NXRI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Nw7chZA0DxY/s1600-h/dead.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfFXD67NXRI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Nw7chZA0DxY/s320/dead.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039905182873115922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kent Ridge Trail was so-so lah. It was fun because i was in the company of my lovely sec 4 councillors. Had sugar bun and met my dear babes. I bet the trail was such a bore for the sec 2s (yucks) and probably unfair to the sec1s since they are younger and probably know less. I prefered the sec 1s who were obedient enough to respect and give their attention to to councillors who are giving instructions. Some of the sec2s are otherwise, they prefer to be in their own-made-up world. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a souvenir as per normal. After that we headed to WCP to have more fun! Nyeahaha. Seriously, i have never spend such a blazing afternoon in WCP. We almost spent 4 or 5 hours at WCP! It was worth the heat, being in the company of dear councillors. WEI ERN! Thanks so much for motivating me to climb till the top of the pyramid! You helped me to overcome such fears! Finally i can enjoy the breeze at the top! Hehehe! We made several visits to the Mc there. The only reason is to buy drinks! I had a total of 2 med cokes &amp; a reg coke! (or was it all med?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We climbed up and down of the pyramid. Whenever we are up there, Jiaqi will be airing those seductive songs which makes you wanna dance. We will end up jumping on the thin ropes of the pyramid, heheh. RAWR! It was such fun! Everybody was being evil by leaving me hanging at the swing. In the end, a cute lil caucasian boy helped me push by pushing my butt! How adorable. After that he went "My turn now!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all wondering what will happen to us after we stepped down. We even pictured our investiture according to our likings and what we will get. Adrian and i was just sitting on the bench imagining it. We both agreed that if it really came true, that will be our proudest moments and we will step down from the student council with pride and honour! Aww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after much fun (which i personally think is still not enough) we made our way back home! Somebody was being a snob in the bus. We were merely helping a good friend, hehehe! It was downright hillarious! I certainly can't wait for next saturday! Major happenings! Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally Granny is fully well! But in a weird-way-with-no-bad-intentions, she's back to being extremely naggy and bossy. She's having the post-treatment effect. She's inspecting around the house, wanting to know every single caller and such! I dislike when she's acting like this. It's so weird! When she's sick, she'll 24/7 think about death and who to give her assets to! Now she's more concern about every single calls that reached my home! Tsk Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANG!&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired! but i didn't want just now to end.&lt;br /&gt;Why must all the good things come to a bitter end?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfFWja7NXNI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/qMt9ggZTpDg/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfFWja7NXNI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/qMt9ggZTpDg/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039904624527367378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Motivator with dear Herleen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfFWjq7NXOI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JQyhRB6cGXE/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfFWjq7NXOI/AAAAAAAAAiY/JQyhRB6cGXE/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039904628822334690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meena and Jiaqi &lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfFWjq7NXPI/AAAAAAAAAig/XNiDQltvpGE/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfFWjq7NXPI/AAAAAAAAAig/XNiDQltvpGE/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039904628822334706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hommie! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfFWjq7NXQI/AAAAAAAAAio/CxgO9IYUULI/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfFWjq7NXQI/AAAAAAAAAio/CxgO9IYUULI/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039904628822334722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who always gives me endless teases!&lt;br /&gt;Big-eared Adrian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-9030406899966242714?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/9030406899966242714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=9030406899966242714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/9030406899966242714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/9030406899966242714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-exhausted-kent-ridge-trail-was.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfFXD67NXRI/AAAAAAAAAiw/Nw7chZA0DxY/s72-c/dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-5601075003487628940</id><published>2007-03-09T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T00:39:45.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Feeling - Strangely awaked &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfA7P10ma4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Wj079oJcXKY/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfA7P10ma4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Wj079oJcXKY/s320/confused.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039593126359362434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused on why i'm still not asleep right this second. Usually my head will be lying on the oh-so comfy pillow. It seems that today, i'm just not tired, chey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holidays are exciting me! There's plenty of plans going on and i just can't wait! Class gathering, council outing and the geog -interview outing =_=" . Daang! The trip to MPA was such a bore. The two dudes who presented should clearly retire and collect their montly pension by just shaking their saggy-skinned legs at home. I saw a heart attack coming just now at the mr overgrown tummy [: Poor thang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sound so hyper yet i can't complete the darn malay hw.&lt;br /&gt;shittos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-5601075003487628940?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/5601075003487628940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=5601075003487628940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5601075003487628940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5601075003487628940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-strangely-awaked-im-confused-on.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RfA7P10ma4I/AAAAAAAAAiA/Wj079oJcXKY/s72-c/confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-6554220871528045422</id><published>2007-03-07T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T18:10:37.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Beat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Re6MkaOaALI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_ILjFD3LWeI/s1600-h/dead.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Re6MkaOaALI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_ILjFD3LWeI/s320/dead.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039119590217089202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Re6MkqOaAMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3oNZqeW1oqU/s1600-h/IMG_0213b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Re6MkqOaAMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/3oNZqeW1oqU/s320/IMG_0213b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039119594512056514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR COUZ OF MINE [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU LOAAAAAAAADS!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i certainly can't wait for this saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm feeling rather tired today and i don't know the cause of it. Holidays are just next week and i'm loaded with outings and a geography project. Class outing, still undecided on where we are going or eating?! Council outing, sentosa perhaps. And as for geography project, how am i gonna approach aimless tourists and ask them questions? Ahha. Morever, James is in my group -___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I cannot wait for Kr Trail on friday. Maybe it's because it's our last and final involvement in council? I don't know but we certainly will enjoy every bit of it. *sigh* I'm not that excited about the MPA visit. Who knows it might turn out interesting?! Bro is buying the PSP this saturday. I've agreed to give him 50 bux for share. I doubt i'll be glued to it in the future, tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Physics test tomorrow and i'm still here blogging. Just watched Stick It, a so-so movie. I envy gymnasts :P Haha, now i'm off. I must go through my books especially PHY [:&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/30777470-6554220871528045422?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/6554220871528045422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=6554220871528045422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6554220871528045422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6554220871528045422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-beat-happy-birthday-dear-couz.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Re6MkaOaALI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_ILjFD3LWeI/s72-c/dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-6602599252361567895</id><published>2007-03-06T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T23:29:36.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Feeling - Relieved &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Re2E_qOaAKI/AAAAAAAAAho/r7USJ48SJd8/s1600-h/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Re2E_qOaAKI/AAAAAAAAAho/r7USJ48SJd8/s320/wink.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038829787298791586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god Dad gave the green light for the outing. There was sudden plan to celebrate my grandad's birthday, how dumb can their heads think. Firstly i'm sure that 80++ lad doesn't even know we are celebrating his birthday and if he does, he won't care. There was a slight drama yesterday night and i was playing the "lead actress".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's okay, i've been pretty attentive and getting all the explicit information sucked into my brain. There's still plenty to be revised and definitely look through. Shittos. I wonder why we must go through all these freaking major exams?! Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a desperate state to find a particular song. Doinks! The worst part it's an indo song which requires more specific details. All i know is the chorus of the song is "Biar aku simpan". -__-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like that is gonna help me, pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-6602599252361567895?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/6602599252361567895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=6602599252361567895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6602599252361567895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6602599252361567895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-relieved-thank-god-dad-gave.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Re2E_qOaAKI/AAAAAAAAAho/r7USJ48SJd8/s72-c/wink.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-4300739615836749929</id><published>2007-03-05T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T18:49:00.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Feeling -  Puzzled  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RevuOJuGNXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/0-Xrs10KlUI/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RevuOJuGNXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/0-Xrs10KlUI/s320/confused.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038382535038874994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the chance to update ystd since bro was glued to it 24/7. Dad treated us to a scrumptious dinner over at Bedok Corner. Yummmy! From Satay to Roti Boy and Crayfish to Tahu Telor, it was simply defined as heaven for me :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Vivo. It was an unintentional visit. I needed to reassure the I/C written on the Body Shop membership card and form. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wah wah, member sey fyda!&lt;/span&gt; Hehehehe! I wrongly wrote my i/c on the form and so was it on my temporary member card :D Bumped into JITS's auntie and cousin. They were sweet enough to treat the both of us. I felt so shy and kept pretty quiet, teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been really demanding. I'm unsure on how to balance out study time and personal time. Yikes! Anyways, there's this stupid Geography project we must do as a subsitute for a common test. SHITTOS LA. We need to approach some tourist and ask questions?!?! Morever, i'm with James whom self declared i wanted him to join so. But he may useful, who knows? The partially ang moh look he posess?! Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RevuNpuGNWI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AI93JtzOeCs/s1600-h/SP_A0674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RevuNpuGNWI/AAAAAAAAAhY/AI93JtzOeCs/s320/SP_A0674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038382526448940386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like putting his picture up. My MAN [: The one i hold hands with when i'm crossing the road or just strolling around town. Embarassing? NOPE! Cos he's my dad, the guy whom protected me from anything. The one whom pampers me with anything that i pretty much desire. But i'm not spoilt by him. He teaches me tons of useful essential moral values which i apply daily. If anyone pleases this goofy dad of mine, i would certainly fall for him. He might embarass you in the middle of Tangs singing Sweet Child O Mine, but WTH, he's my dad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; I LOVE HIM (((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&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/30777470-4300739615836749929?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/4300739615836749929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=4300739615836749929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4300739615836749929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4300739615836749929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-puzzled-i-didnt-have-chance-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RevuOJuGNXI/AAAAAAAAAhg/0-Xrs10KlUI/s72-c/confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-7093944819675150993</id><published>2007-03-04T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T00:28:07.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feeling - Cooool &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RemdKZuGNVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/m_37BDvsXzY/s1600-h/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RemdKZuGNVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/m_37BDvsXzY/s320/cool.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037730460219094354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well i woke up at 1.30 just now! Hahahaa! I must say that's the latest time i woke up. I was dead beat from yesterday's fun that i slept like a big fat pig! Mom was yelling from the kitchen asking me to wake up. Had my brunch, painted my nails and toe nails, watched tv and went online :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today's outing with parents was okaay. Me and mom headed to far east to paper people cos i wanna get something impt. Mom was kinda impressed by the shop and was pretty amazed with the artwork. Kwangs! We were both feeling rather hungry. Mom suggested LJS since she has been craving for it. So we went there for dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;We took 143 and headed to Vivo. I know that place is pretty mundane but everything that i needed was there :D I increased my pace when i saw Candy Empire. Whoever said the chocolates there contained pig's gelatin then be it. I only buy those with no gelatin or those which contains vegetable gelatin. So next time, don't forbid me going there ass! Mom spoiled me with gazillion of chocalates! Exaggerating much :D She bought the assorted ones together with 2 bags of Daim! Hehe it was a 'buy 1 get 1' free deal :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Met Dad at Best Denki and off we went to Body Shop. Mom helped me find the fragrant and she's pretty good at it. We both deliberated and chose White Musk, a subtle and light fragrant :D Chey chey! Walked around and off we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nyeahaha, Bro can't go to FOB concert since he was on duty! Poor thang, seriously :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aku manusia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yang takut neraka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namun aku juga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tidak pantas di syurga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extracted from Ungu's Andai Ku Tahu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-7093944819675150993?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/7093944819675150993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=7093944819675150993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7093944819675150993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7093944819675150993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-cooool-well-i-woke-up-at-1.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RemdKZuGNVI/AAAAAAAAAhM/m_37BDvsXzY/s72-c/cool.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-2156410563176374814</id><published>2007-03-02T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T23:57:34.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Overjoyed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RehFoJuGNUI/AAAAAAAAAg0/DHkLZieFxkU/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RehFoJuGNUI/AAAAAAAAAg0/DHkLZieFxkU/s320/tongue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037352739320247618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PE was hell just now, seriously. I think some bad air has stuck up his ass and up to his brain. He was killing us disastorously. Nvm, forget that, i have better things to blog about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PTI WAS SUCH A BLISS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm so gonna miss it la. The company of crappy people is such fun. Thanks Shafiq for re-making my heart into something that is pretty intricate. The PTI was fun eventhough my legs were super sore. My duty was with Shafiq which made it very chaotic :) Hahahaha! Dinner was so sweet, we were all eating together!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rajib is sucha good partner to talk to. He will simply answer any shit you shoot at him. It was JiaQi's birthday too and the council sang her a birthday song. We were all pretty hyped eventhough we were extremely exhausted. Reason because it's our last one and we want to make it a memorable and truly enjoyable one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After PTI. We headed to west coast park, macdonald's. We were so noisy on the way there. We simply don't care and just talked and talked. Had the lovely oreo cheesecake. Lattes and oreo cheesecakes with the company of loves is simply bliss. There's no word to specify such emotion. I was just enjoying every second of it :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Several of them climbed the pyramid and poor JITS was stucked somewhere on top, hahaha! Ahaha! Meena went and climbed to help dear JITS. Huahua! After that we then walked back to the pasar bus-stop. Me, JiaQi, Krista, Nabeel and Sofya took 282 home. Dad was calling me endlessly and i was pretty pissed la. Waited for the bus with beel and coincidentally our buses came at the same time. Hahha, i needed the company since it was soooo late la. And yes! KIRIM SALAM YER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;AHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm so gonna miss council &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Adrian's endless teases, JITS's silly antics, Meena's never-ending mocking, Shafiq's and Nabeel's crappy behaviours, Jia Qi's company and much more will DEFINITELY be missed. RAAWRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and all good things must come to an end, shit.&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/30777470-2156410563176374814?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/2156410563176374814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=2156410563176374814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/2156410563176374814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/2156410563176374814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-overjoyed-pe-was-hell-just-now.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RehFoJuGNUI/AAAAAAAAAg0/DHkLZieFxkU/s72-c/tongue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-5668198830382236439</id><published>2007-03-02T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T00:37:13.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - TIRED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Reb-kPnbFEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/7s0VCIsnGnA/s1600-h/dead.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Reb-kPnbFEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/7s0VCIsnGnA/s320/dead.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036993131881108546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's 12.26 and i'm still up doing my schoolwork, darn. With my eyes nearly closing, i can't draw a perfect curve, bloody hell! Couz came just now with auntie. We both had our cranky days together, haha. We all were in the same 'boat', hehe. I helped her with her livejournal. I meddled with the template and got her what she wanted! Hee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;KENT RIDGE WON!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 5-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! YAFOO! I went in late cos i had remedials. For the first time, i felt so intense sitting in a class. Reason; For a change, Ms Sujeetha is teaching and i can't help but not to fail in her class. Her piercing eyes and stern voice never fail to make me jitter. So, we did our best and i made myself comfortable by just shutting up my trap unless she speaks. Whoosh, never did i felt such intensity and pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After that i went and join Vainpot and JITS at Clementi Woods. Me and Meena shared an umbrella there. Upon our arrival, some unwanteds were there making a scene of their pathetic behaviours. We simply go there to support our dear Vainpot's brother. Instead they go there to giggle at the most littlest things! Thank god Mr Tan gave them a wake-up scream, thanks. All i observe is the four of us will be shouting Kent Ridge while the other unwanteds will be staring. Such gundus la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I simply can't wait for PTI tomorrow, it shall be our final one i suppose, hais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;*sobs*&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/30777470-5668198830382236439?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/5668198830382236439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=5668198830382236439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5668198830382236439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5668198830382236439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/03/feeling-tired-its-12.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Reb-kPnbFEI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/7s0VCIsnGnA/s72-c/dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8697451434760323558</id><published>2007-02-28T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T15:23:01.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - PMS-ed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/ReUpp_nbFDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HnLLyWinVYM/s1600-h/mad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/ReUpp_nbFDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HnLLyWinVYM/s320/mad.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036477559711929394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For a change, Blogger is not in PMS mode but i am. The cramps are giving me a hell of a time. I get pissed with the littlest problem and annoyance. I can't seem to concentrate too. Sorry guys if i ever snap at you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I got pissed in the morning. I forgot to let Dad sign the giro form and it was urgently needed today. Thank god Dad is still around Clementi and so i asked him to wait for me at the bus stop that i will be alighting. Upon my arrival, i saw Dad sitting beside Nabeel, hahaha! From afar, they looked related due to the same skin colour both of them share :P Dad was pissed at me too, i don't blame him though cos he gotta go buy his and his friend's breakfasts. Ahh, a hectic morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was not my usual self. I refuse to pay attention cos of the pain. During POA i was just slacking and lazing around. SHUCKS! I hate when it comes. Now i'm back home straight after school. Initially i wanted to study with Vainpot but cancelled due to the unbearable pain and she too had no mood, ahaks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DARN MY BROTHER!&lt;/span&gt; He's going to watch FOB this sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I tried negotiating with mom and it went like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: Dah, saturday nanti baba tunggu kat vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: Yelah, kiter kat vivo, abang ngok concert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: Adek pon nak gi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: Mesti la! Adek ader duit nak blik tiket nyer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: Ish, nak gi ngan abang? Tapi abang plak tanak bawak adek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: Adek gi ngan kawan2 adek ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mom: Eh eh! Tak boleh! Bende2 gini budak2 lelaki yang gi, adek tk leh gi! Adek maner leh gi. Ni lanang2("boys" in javanese) bleh gi, wedok2("girls" in javanese) tak bleh gi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: APER SAJERRRRRRRRRRR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; only did i knew mom had such a perception bout this kinda stuffs, sheeeesh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I bet there'll be plenty of wankers roaming and lingering around, huahuahua!&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/30777470-8697451434760323558?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8697451434760323558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8697451434760323558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8697451434760323558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8697451434760323558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-pms-ed-for-change-blogger-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/ReUpp_nbFDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/HnLLyWinVYM/s72-c/mad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-6934009439450366845</id><published>2007-02-27T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T18:54:02.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Feeling - Woozy &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/ReQJA14nzJI/AAAAAAAAAf4/O7xh-Eai008/s1600-h/blank.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/ReQJA14nzJI/AAAAAAAAAf4/O7xh-Eai008/s320/blank.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036160193376275602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy was being a bitch in the morning and i thought i was going to be late for school. Eventually i was kinda earlier, ironic. After that, my head started to feel like crap. Nearly half the class were sick. I however constantly felt like throwing up and felt extremely nauseous. Yikes! Thank god i'm feeling slightly better now. Since yesterday, everytime i get up from bed, my head will spin, darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POA test was postponed coz dear Ms Wong was absent, yafoo. But oh well, i assume that she will give it tomorrow during lesson time. I was reluctant to go for the lil house meet. The company was such a bore and not to forget ASS-Y. I had to drag my feet there. We ended up with nothing since everybody was minding their own private buisness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Vainpot (Ria), JITS (Yas) and i went to the pasar. Vainpot was in desperate need of food and so we accompanied her. There were many juniors roaming around that area. Sometimes i prefer looking at those lil cute dudes who make me smile rather than those biatches who annoy me just with their presence and extreme flirtatious habits. YUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIENDSTER! (random) Honestly people, i don't know half of my 'friends' in friendster. A handful of them are my juniors. After adding, they'll just mute themselves and never INTERACT. C'mon la! Ain't that the purpose of it? To get to know a person better by interacting &amp; communicating? Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most idotic, dumb and fatous thing was, this jr of mine gave me a testi saying this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"still trying out to figure ... hu are u?  r u d one dat i alwaes sae hii to??? erm ... u c..&lt;br /&gt;im forgetfull ... haha ... well.. hows the PTI guin??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Can i ask sth, how forgetful can she get. She almost called me fyda everytime she sees me?! &amp;&amp;amp; isn't that my name in friendster? Haiyoooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/30777470-6934009439450366845?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/6934009439450366845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=6934009439450366845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6934009439450366845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6934009439450366845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-woozy-my-tummy-was-being-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/ReQJA14nzJI/AAAAAAAAAf4/O7xh-Eai008/s72-c/blank.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-5189129320264864469</id><published>2007-02-26T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:16:27.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Feeling - Tired &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/ReLNTF4nzII/AAAAAAAAAfs/CmCIJUoTP3I/s1600-h/nervous.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/ReLNTF4nzII/AAAAAAAAAfs/CmCIJUoTP3I/s320/nervous.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035813061234510978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Started the day with my fellow neigbouring classmates giving a sincere apology to the school. I hope they really change tho and stop troubling everybody including themselves. The sight of them being canned in front of the whole school was rather unpleasant and made myself uneasy to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yada2. Lessons were okay. The only periods i enjoyed most is Geography and Social Studies. The rest, i couldn't help but to fall asleep :P Teachers have been pestering and nagging for us to study daily! I'm trying my best to do so but sometimes i just can't help it. Sometimes we are worn out from school work and all that we forgot to include study time, darn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Me and Yas bid farewell to Ginza being it's last day in operation :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I LOVE MY MEENA CURRY [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;* stop complaining la you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-5189129320264864469?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/5189129320264864469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=5189129320264864469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5189129320264864469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5189129320264864469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-tired-started-day-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/ReLNTF4nzII/AAAAAAAAAfs/CmCIJUoTP3I/s72-c/nervous.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-1717860241400082334</id><published>2007-02-25T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T23:01:41.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Feeling - Cooool &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/ReGFql4nzEI/AAAAAAAAAe8/GlS_AgR6Y-0/s1600-h/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/ReGFql4nzEI/AAAAAAAAAe8/GlS_AgR6Y-0/s320/cool.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035452825147526210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where should i start. Firstly i skipped madrasah again, huahuahua! Abang Taufiq called and invited me ova for a mini CNY gathering at his house. So i went there alone since bro was away for camp. I put on a floral top and off i went. Cabbed there since i was terribly late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Couz's house to drop off some stuff. From there, Kak Ema drove us to Abang Taufiq's house. Upon our arrival, Abang Taufiq and Kak Diana laid out a yummy late-lunch for us. There were pizza, golden pillow, chicken wings, bruschetta &amp; satay. Yoghurt was then served as dessert. Everything was super scrumptious. I also got a hong bao :]]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home with couz, i was heading home while she was heading to woodlands to meet a friend. I need to get couz's birthday present sooooooooooon cos it's just around the corner! Hah! Went home and dashed to meet Dad. He wanted to make new specs and wants to consult with me about the frames! See! He thrusts my taste! &amp;amp; so i chose for him a black nikon titanium frame. I just want him to look young :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do any homework or even revision. Tests are coming up pretty soon! Shittos! &amp;&amp;amp; stop asking me if i'm going to FOB concert! I ain't got no cash sista! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bestie was stucked somewhere in Woodlands ystd &amp;&lt;br /&gt;my long lost primary school friend is featuring in a show called Graffiti [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*don't laugh at the new song, it's nice wokay :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to include! There's a cute indie guy working at this salon which i usually have my hair cut and trimmed! Nyeahahaha [[: &amp;amp;&amp; it's just under my block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/ReGFq14nzHI/AAAAAAAAAfU/27A2XqMujBc/s1600-h/SP_A0644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/ReGFq14nzHI/AAAAAAAAAfU/27A2XqMujBc/s320/SP_A0644.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035452829442493554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mom looked awfully spastic here  and so do i! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-1717860241400082334?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/1717860241400082334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=1717860241400082334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1717860241400082334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1717860241400082334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-cooool-where-should-i-start.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/ReGFql4nzEI/AAAAAAAAAe8/GlS_AgR6Y-0/s72-c/cool.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-52924620354792090</id><published>2007-02-24T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T16:12:49.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Feeling - Still, Blaaah &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rd_Z514nzDI/AAAAAAAAAew/E96PHOV-9-E/s1600-h/blank.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rd_Z514nzDI/AAAAAAAAAew/E96PHOV-9-E/s320/blank.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034982496163843122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was pretty okay. The PTI went well i suppose. Ms Jane gave positive feedbacks and mom was pleased. Ms Sujeetha also talked to me about POA and yada yada. It was quite tense talking to her tho. Thank god JS never approached me or else i might laugh, hee. Mom was being an ass cos she was impatient awaiting for the queue and the presentation to be done, nyeahaha. I joined the gang which were conversing with Mr Chong and Mr Lok at the back. They were telling lame and crappy jokes, not to forget dirty ones too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I actually proposed to mom bout changing my curfew, she'll be giving me the verdict soon enough. I sound so pathetic doing so but a sonn-enough 16 yr old gotta scream for freedom huh?! Yikes, i hope it'll turn out well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Wokay, i'm updating this post for the 3rd time. Aish asked me out to study but Dad's making specs at night so there'll be no absolute chance i could go. I'M IN LOVE WITH ACCOUSTIC [[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm effing bored, stucked at home with the comp and tv, the only source of entertainment. Mom has agreed to my proposal with some regulations attached. Well, the curfew is still pathetic tho, 8. Well, what power do i possess? DANG! I want to be one of the HEROES gang, maybe i'll possess a power of authority [[: Nyeahaha, dream on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-___-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-52924620354792090?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/52924620354792090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=52924620354792090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/52924620354792090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/52924620354792090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-was-pretty-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rd_Z514nzDI/AAAAAAAAAew/E96PHOV-9-E/s72-c/blank.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-3527285780822031421</id><published>2007-02-22T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T20:01:55.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Feeling - Blaaah &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rd21FV4nzCI/AAAAAAAAAek/lncAAXHaotI/s1600-h/blank.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rd21FV4nzCI/AAAAAAAAAek/lncAAXHaotI/s320/blank.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034379061848689698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty despaired when Kent Ridge lost to ACS B just now, merely by a goal. I would go to any extremity to support them! Being there every week just to tan my skin under the hot blazing sun every thursday, it's worthwhile [: Nevertheless, THEY PLAYED AT THEIR BEST! seriously! They made several attempts to score.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in anticipation for tomorrow's PTI. I'm wondering what will Ms J be ranting to my mom. Well, probably it's those paticular subjects that degraded. Oh well, none of this numerics will mean anything or surfaced on the N Level results. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently very debilitated. I'm turning in to the not-so comfy bed which belongs to bro. Sweet dreams dear bloggers [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-3527285780822031421?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/3527285780822031421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=3527285780822031421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3527285780822031421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3527285780822031421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-blaaah-i-was-pretty-despair.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rd21FV4nzCI/AAAAAAAAAek/lncAAXHaotI/s72-c/blank.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-4508728031999290146</id><published>2007-02-21T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T19:07:51.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently - Eccentric &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rdwkml4nzBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/WTD-RXs4wSo/s1600-h/wow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 22px; height: 15px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rdwkml4nzBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/WTD-RXs4wSo/s320/wow.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033938728916601874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had absolute fun with HAS, SKINNY BONED AISHAH &amp;&amp;amp; KYN. Initially we wanted to watch Norbit but sadly it was rated NC16 *eyes rolling*. We ended up watching EPIC MOVIE, a totally hillarious dumb rated movie. It was a parody made of several blockbusters mainly from Narnia, Da Vinci Code, Charlie and the chocalate factory and plenty more. We bought Nachos which Aishah and Has pour a plentiful amount of mustard on it. Ironically it was tasteful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I never felt as lively as i was in the theatre. I felt as if i drank a bottle of Baron and feeling all hyped after it. I must watch more movies like that, simply because it helps ease my mind from all the troubles and other ridiculous problems. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I HAD A GOOD LAUGH AT MYSELF JUST NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;UTMOST EMBARASSMENT [[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;read the others' blog to know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;To Bella:&lt;br /&gt;Dear take care aits. Don't worry, i'm always here for you to drown my ears with your problems. Just beep me if anything that you would like to share. *HUGS*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-4508728031999290146?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/4508728031999290146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=4508728031999290146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4508728031999290146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4508728031999290146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-eccentric-i-had-absolute-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rdwkml4nzBI/AAAAAAAAAeY/WTD-RXs4wSo/s72-c/wow.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-28544040950413521</id><published>2007-02-20T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T14:58:05.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yesterday was a total blast. After the whole outing, i was completely exhausted! Yet we didn't do much walking anyway. Couz came over with dear auntie simply to visit granny. We then headed off from my place. My other couz were already waiting for us at City Hall mrt and we were late [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;On the way there, i bumped into Alex and Harith, ahah. Stupid Alex doing the Yoda pose! Yada yada, met my tamp(tampinese) couz. She was rather cranky cos we were terribly late, sorry. She was beautifully dressed and so we headed to Cavana for our late lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The food was sucky tho. We then went Carrefour to buy goodies and treats. We wanted to go Esplanade but then we stucked to just linger around Suntec and finally settled down somewhere outside Suntec. We laughed and laughed and yes, camwhored. We then took a bus to Esplanade cos tamp couz was too tired [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Yeah, reached there and we started to search for a place to chill. Sadly, it was flooded with huge crowds of banglas and so so. We then went to Mrs Fields and HAD to buy something. We bought something rather pathetic, we bought MR POTATO and a muffin. Huahuahua! Yeahh, we laughed our ass out timelessly. Oh yah, i bumped into Krista as well at Esplanade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;At around 8.30, we called it a night. The three of us were simply exhausted and bloated due to the overloaded amount of food we consumed. Tamp couz trained back home while me and couz took a bus home. I HAD TONS OF FUN! &amp;&amp;amp; couz! i can't wait for our slipped day out! :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh yah! Bro and me are sharing to buy a psp, the one i craved for a few months back. YEAY YEAY. The sad part is, i can't contribute much tho, ahhaha! I told him i can only contribute 100 bux only. So far, he's been downloading the games, shittos. I don't even know how to do that siak! NVM, i shall pester him to teach me how to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I SHOULDN'T HAVE SMILED TO HER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;such a snob [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdqVSF4ny8I/AAAAAAAAAdI/VTAPo0yQ6AI/s1600-h/DSC05357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdqVSF4ny8I/AAAAAAAAAdI/VTAPo0yQ6AI/s320/DSC05357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033499671589800898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We had no rubber band to use, due to my overwhelming creativity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;we used my excess Flag Day stickers to seal it [[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=28544040950413521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/28544040950413521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/28544040950413521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-was-total-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdqVSF4ny8I/AAAAAAAAAdI/VTAPo0yQ6AI/s72-c/DSC05357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-4623680486634754210</id><published>2007-02-18T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T15:30:31.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Feeling - BORED &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rdf_AlHX_KI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0PAA_Wl-XOg/s1600-h/dead.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rdf_AlHX_KI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0PAA_Wl-XOg/s320/dead.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032771494037945506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody die from boredom? I hope not cos i'm extremely bored. Ystd i walked down the lonely streets of town all thanks to mom! I hate holidays. Try going Chinatown now, haha. It'll get soooo creepy. You could only hear your own breath! Try town, the same. It's too quiet and feels like a ghost town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow will be better. I have nothing much to blog now.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do entertain me please before you visit me at my deathbed.&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/30777470-4623680486634754210?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/4623680486634754210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=4623680486634754210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4623680486634754210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4623680486634754210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-bored-can-somebody-die-from.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rdf_AlHX_KI/AAAAAAAAAcU/0PAA_Wl-XOg/s72-c/dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-4799259399464846655</id><published>2007-02-17T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T13:58:40.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Feeling - Bored &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdaVZlHX_HI/AAAAAAAAAb0/N3M9nypHtO8/s1600-h/whistle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdaVZlHX_HI/AAAAAAAAAb0/N3M9nypHtO8/s320/whistle.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032373900325420146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY 16th BIRHTDAY KYN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdaZeFHX_II/AAAAAAAAAb8/mr1xhjQIhT8/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdaZeFHX_II/AAAAAAAAAb8/mr1xhjQIhT8/s320/Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032378375681342594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt; 4 straight days with no school. I call that coolness with a pinch of boredom. Initially i'm supposed to be outta of the house with my friends celebrating Kyn's birthday. Sadly, i'm here stucked at home. Dang, they are going ice-skate =[ Reason my mom gave was it's chinese new year and drunkards would probably be roaming around the streets of town. WTF. I'm supposed to go shopping with dad just now to suntec. I wanted to get my hands on a few clothes. Mom insisted that she followed cos she presumed that i'll be choosing the wrong sizes, another WTF. The excitement of shopping my dad has died. With the presence of mom, everything will be so draggy, rawwr. So i'm going out later with the both of them, hopefully i could bump into my friends. At least i could wish Kyn 'happy birthday' to her directly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-4799259399464846655?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/4799259399464846655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=4799259399464846655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4799259399464846655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4799259399464846655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-bored-happy-16th-birhtday-kyn-4.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdaVZlHX_HI/AAAAAAAAAb0/N3M9nypHtO8/s72-c/whistle.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-3006054575628938717</id><published>2007-02-16T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T18:54:03.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Feeling - AWESOOOOOOOOOOME &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdWK3FHX_FI/AAAAAAAAAak/42ZQjIx_yz0/s1600-h/grin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdWK3FHX_FI/AAAAAAAAAak/42ZQjIx_yz0/s320/grin.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032080837526944850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 words for today, SUPER FUN. School was okay la, typical. After school  me and aisha had a lunch date with Nadh! Woohoo! Before that i bought Daim choc for like nearly 10 bux! -_____-"&lt;br /&gt;Met her at the opposite of macdonalds. Haha she's frigging small and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to WCP mac, haha. Yada yada, we conversed alot. WE SAW JONATHAN LEONG TOO! Nadh was super excited! Then we went on playing the obstacle courses and almost everything that was available. Aisha is cicakbabe! While me and nadh were struggling to climb the bloody thang, aisha had crossed over to the end, ahah. Nadh is one super fun girl siak! Wuahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a relieving stress session i assumed la cos we were shouting like spastic children! Hahaha! Esp nadh, she was screaming the loudest! We all screamed while playing with the big swing or whateverla it's called. We were perspiring, ahah, and our uniform were drenched with stinky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; sweat, hahahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;NADH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;We must do this again!&lt;br /&gt;Had frigging fun laa!&lt;br /&gt;YEAY YEAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;PICTURES overload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Let them do the talking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[randomly arranged]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdWKL1HX_AI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/pp8YifbRucw/s1600-h/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=3006054575628938717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3006054575628938717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3006054575628938717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/feeling-awesoooooooooome-2-words-for.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdWK3FHX_FI/AAAAAAAAAak/42ZQjIx_yz0/s72-c/grin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-7818578993356400400</id><published>2007-02-15T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T00:18:41.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently - Sleeeeepy&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdRuHVHX-1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/dsUJXHO4qNk/s1600-h/sleep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdRuHVHX-1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/dsUJXHO4qNk/s320/sleep.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031767755885902674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KENT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;RIDGE&lt;/span&gt; vs HENDERSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;-0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Firstly, Kent Ridge C Div rocks! They scored 9 goals siak. They scored around 5 in the first hour if i'm not mistaken. Woohoo! Damn good lil kiddos! Made new friends, SYAZWANDI-TAK-MANDI, Khairil and Khairul. Hahah! Bunch of whacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IPP was super fun! The classroom deliberately became extremely chaotic and was in a complete mess. Everybody were sweating like pigs! Our uniforms were literally drenched in sweat! I was assisting in pasting the trash bags! I kept disturbing Sai, wahahahah! It was super fun la! The teamwork we all never knew we had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had toa assemble in the hall for assembly. My favourite class of all, 1E6 performed. Me adn Jiaqi were hyped up and kept screaming for them. Luciano acted as Osama and little cute Quenten acted as mini me! Aww! They were super adorable la! Sadly they only won consolation prize, shit. However, i'm super proud of them! &lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-7818578993356400400?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/7818578993356400400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=7818578993356400400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7818578993356400400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7818578993356400400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-sleeeeepy-kent-ridge-vs.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdRuHVHX-1I/AAAAAAAAAYg/dsUJXHO4qNk/s72-c/sleep.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-3505207458481259000</id><published>2007-02-14T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T23:04:48.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=dBlTnKD2Gv0"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLICK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;MY LATEST ADDICTION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Spot my dimas beck :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-3505207458481259000?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/3505207458481259000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=3505207458481259000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3505207458481259000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3505207458481259000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/click-my-latest-addiction.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-3835175480721741623</id><published>2007-02-14T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:31:44.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently - HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPY &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdMMi1HX-0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZuI5k0PD1Jw/s1600-h/wow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdMMi1HX-0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZuI5k0PD1Jw/s320/wow.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031379001216072514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY people [[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Forget Maths test and Physics test. I had truckloads of pure fun just now. Spent my day with loves. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG THANKS TO DEAR KHAIRULLAH WHO GAVE US THE FLOWERS&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; Ahhhh such a sweetheart to spend the time to wrap and write the card. Hahahahahaha! We each got one siak!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so the happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivo just now. We made a beeline to Long John's, wakas. We were all starving i suppose. Initially Syu was suppose to tag along but she was being a gundu, hahaha. She thought Izie still had her chem remedials. Huahua! Nvm syu, we go some other time [: Eventually Natasha tagged along. Hehehe! After eating we went to the roof there. We were just deliberately torturing our delicate bodies under the scorching sun la eh! Haha, kewl kewl! There were plenty of "personal display of affection". Smooching away like nobody's buisness, yalah, V Day mah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nat left early and we all became flower girls! Huahua! The flowers were super adorable! Yeay yeay! We headed to Starbucks simply to laze around and indulge ourselves with coffee. We bumped into Shukri and we all chatted at least aishah chatted the most, haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;BABEHS! I HAD TRUCKLOADS OF FUN, MAYBE MORE LA CAN?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;LOVE YA'LL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;PICTURES [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdMMPlHX-uI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1KmaaO64d34/s1600-h/IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdMMPlHX-uI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/1KmaaO64d34/s320/IMG_0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031378670503590626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdMMPlHX-vI/AAAAAAAAAXY/NZgbfRgzulw/s1600-h/IMG_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdMMPlHX-vI/AAAAAAAAAXY/NZgbfRgzulw/s320/IMG_0043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031378670503590642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;THANKS KHAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdMMP1HX-wI/AAAAAAAAAXg/CCq8MTLLjks/s1600-h/IMG_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdMMP1HX-wI/AAAAAAAAAXg/CCq8MTLLjks/s320/IMG_0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031378674798557954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;FLOWER GIRLS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdMMP1HX-xI/AAAAAAAAAXo/xvEFz41hmgc/s1600-h/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdMMP1HX-xI/AAAAAAAAAXo/xvEFz41hmgc/s320/IMG_0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031378674798557970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdMMP1HX-yI/AAAAAAAAAXw/JBlpcTpPy7U/s1600-h/asd.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdMMP1HX-yI/AAAAAAAAAXw/JBlpcTpPy7U/s320/asd.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031378674798557986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When boredom strikes during a 30mins bus ride [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-3835175480721741623?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/3835175480721741623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=3835175480721741623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3835175480721741623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3835175480721741623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaapy.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdMMi1HX-0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ZuI5k0PD1Jw/s72-c/wow.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-6777478539771277223</id><published>2007-02-13T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:59:31.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently - Contented &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdHPZ1HX-tI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1jdZ8qKljHo/s1600-h/grin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdHPZ1HX-tI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1jdZ8qKljHo/s320/grin.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031030301411244754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Assembly was utterly boring. If i was a 7 yr old, i would be amazed by all the stunts. Sadly it was draggy and i fell asleep, almost everybody did. Headed to remedials which was pretty mundane, Ms Wong was not around anyway. Auriga Prac was cancelled i suppose and so i met my loves. We headed to Mc just to dry ourselves and waited for the rain to settle down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eventually we ended up buying food. I started to imagine Aishah's wedding day. ZOMG! Imagine her fussing around and spout vulgar to everybody with her wedding dress. Hahahaha! We all laughed our ass out. &amp;&amp;amp; AISHAH, no. 2 okaay, not 1 or 3! *inside joke* We also imagine how she's gonna give birth and yes, her yacking away vulgarities! Hahahahahaha! As for Ria, she would simply smile throughout the wedding i suppose! Lol. We had loads of fun! Reasons i love being in the company of my loves [[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;BEN JOSHUA is his name, *melts*. I watched this indo show just a few minutes ago, omg, the guy was so cute with dimples. Yikes i feel so girly all of a sudden. I'm starting to evolve into a girly-girl &amp;amp; easily distraught by indo movies due to the hotbods, haha. Yikes, stop it fyda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;GOSOK KETIAK! hahahahahah!&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/30777470-6777478539771277223?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/6777478539771277223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=6777478539771277223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6777478539771277223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6777478539771277223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-contented-assembly-was.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdHPZ1HX-tI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1jdZ8qKljHo/s72-c/grin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-5717167906572207236</id><published>2007-02-12T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T16:17:29.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Currently - Worned out &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdAm-lHX-sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RTWdlYTqTrM/s1600-h/dead.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdAm-lHX-sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RTWdlYTqTrM/s320/dead.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030563640329632450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate mondays! I have to drag my feet to school with an extremely heavy bag! RAWR! And just now when i was returning back home, i had to do some errands. Mom asked me to buy a few things and so i did with a heavu heart. My bag was weighing a ton and i had to carry 2 thick textbooks and yes, the grocerries! Now i feel exceedingly worned out. My shoulders feels sore and i have absolutely no mood to do my homework or any revision right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay. Mr Hong was paticularly in a good mood just now. He was making funny voices and acting all goofy. I was extremely happy when i got my Social Studies results! It really pulled up my combine humanities grades. A failed grade for geog and full marks for social studies, i saved my combined humanities [[: I'm so overjoyed. Dad, you don't have to worry no more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-5717167906572207236?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/5717167906572207236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=5717167906572207236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5717167906572207236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5717167906572207236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-worned-out-i-hate-mondays-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RdAm-lHX-sI/AAAAAAAAAW0/RTWdlYTqTrM/s72-c/dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8297772214318664393</id><published>2007-02-11T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T18:32:21.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently - BLANK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc7rb1HX-qI/AAAAAAAAAWg/brN82ANg_r8/s1600-h/blank.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc7rb1HX-qI/AAAAAAAAAWg/brN82ANg_r8/s320/blank.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030216697166428834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just woke up from my beauty sleep. *yawns* Went to madrasah just now. This time i wasn't really dragging my feet there. I had a positive attitude that i'll be accompanied with all the cute people in my class. Morever, my ustaz is a true slacker. I had to surrender my phone to my adorable sitting partner who desperately wants to play the games in my phone, sheesh. A long bus ride home with music from my mp3, it wasn't that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm so psyched about wed. Eventhough there's physics test, i'm, hanging out with the company of my babehs, izyan, aishah, syu and yas. Aww, it's been awhile since i hung out with them la. Went home and i went online. I was so glad the number of online people weren't boring. Hahas! So yeah talked with a few friends which i enjoyed spouting nonsense to each other. Wakakaka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Yesterday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dad: Baby! You want a laptop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Me: (jaws dropped)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dad: I'll buy for you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Me: HAH? REALLY? I WANT I WANT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dad: So, you want the wide one or the long one? Tell me later i buy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Me: -_____-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Dad: *burst into laughter*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(only then did i knew dad was just joking, so much for exciting me!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I LOVE MY DAD eventhough he may have embarassed me and my family in public by singing so loudly, acting goofy and being so approachable to my friends, sometimes too approachable. But who cares! I still hold his hands while strolling down the streets of town and while crossing the roads. He never lands his hands on me or scold me, he just use sarcasm, that's all. He's one hella good groovy daddy of mine [:&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/30777470-8297772214318664393?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8297772214318664393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8297772214318664393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8297772214318664393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8297772214318664393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-blank-just-woke-up-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc7rb1HX-qI/AAAAAAAAAWg/brN82ANg_r8/s72-c/blank.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-3114914984746896395</id><published>2007-02-10T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T15:25:44.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc11IVHX-mI/AAAAAAAAAVw/k1OigIiSumc/s1600-h/SP_A0564B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc11IVHX-mI/AAAAAAAAAVw/k1OigIiSumc/s320/SP_A0564B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029805144810191458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc11IlHX-nI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_ooa5yz8AhQ/s1600-h/SP_A0566b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc11IlHX-nI/AAAAAAAAAV4/_ooa5yz8AhQ/s320/SP_A0566b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029805149105158770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc11IlHX-oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Q662b17zXC4/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc11IlHX-oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Q662b17zXC4/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029805149105158786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc11I1HX-pI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_pKn0fCi3G4/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc11I1HX-pI/AAAAAAAAAWI/_pKn0fCi3G4/s320/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029805153400126098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;results from boredom [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-3114914984746896395?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/3114914984746896395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=3114914984746896395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3114914984746896395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3114914984746896395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/results-from-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc11IVHX-mI/AAAAAAAAAVw/k1OigIiSumc/s72-c/SP_A0564B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-4624026439410030238</id><published>2007-02-10T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T15:23:03.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently - Exhausted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc1uqlHX-lI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qSvxBmz6B_g/s1600-h/dead.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc1uqlHX-lI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qSvxBmz6B_g/s320/dead.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029798036639316562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Phew, finally a break. Woke up around 11ish and immediately went online. Chat with a friend and we spend the time talking bout latest gossips. Woohoo, so thrilling. Then i went and showered at 12, wakaka. Mom kept pestering me to clear my table which are fully loaded with books and throw all the unused ones. Phew! &amp; i so have done that. I constantly pampered my granny with her demands x) I had to peel an apple for her, pour her drink, tuck her in and much more&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;. I must find time to rest and do some revision [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Couz texted me saying there's an indie gig at Esplanade today. Rawr! I can't go out siak! &amp;&amp;amp; Serenaide is performing! BOO! I cannot go :(  Stucked at home for the weekends. To some people, stop using intricate words to blossom your sentences. For all i know, it'll end up crappy. Oh yeah, you're a wanker too! Let's give a big boo to these type of people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need to go out badly simply to spend, haha. Even if i have to go with mom. I wanna get my hands on a few things. White tee from Topshop, long sleeve from Dorothy Perkins and lastly the fragrance, Japanese Musk from Body Shop. Maybe i should go buy the SUPPORT AIDS fragrance, ahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hey lass, nobody painted your picture, why bother?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;quit spouting nonsense when it's clearly none of your buisness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;go find a true companion at SPCA &amp;amp; settle down [[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;entertain me, i'm effing bored ]:&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/30777470-4624026439410030238?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/4624026439410030238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=4624026439410030238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4624026439410030238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4624026439410030238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-exhausted-phew-finally-break.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rc1uqlHX-lI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qSvxBmz6B_g/s72-c/dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-7495856181260621125</id><published>2007-02-09T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T15:24:05.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rcx0cFHX-iI/AAAAAAAAAU4/wIIiu5NX0mo/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rcx0cFHX-iI/AAAAAAAAAU4/wIIiu5NX0mo/s320/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029522909624269346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rcx0cFHX-jI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ystizweZL4o/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rcx0cFHX-jI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ystizweZL4o/s320/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029522909624269362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rcx0cVHX-kI/AAAAAAAAAVI/3VuPyR0vYZs/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rcx0cVHX-kI/AAAAAAAAAVI/3VuPyR0vYZs/s320/Picture+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029522913919236674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcxzslHX-gI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YOWWozkdP9k/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcxzslHX-gI/AAAAAAAAAUo/YOWWozkdP9k/s320/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029522093580483074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rcxzs1HX-hI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QLbFombdOgk/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rcxzs1HX-hI/AAAAAAAAAUw/QLbFombdOgk/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029522097875450386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sorry for the nauseating pictures, was just bored and decided to play with the camera to capture my new hair. (which kinda looks the same as the previous one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEY CHEY, ironman shirt sey! SOKONG MR KOH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a specific mood right now since some things were spilled and made me raging with anger. Had a haircut today, random [: I was just too bored with my previous thick hair and so i went for a haircut. Huahua, i had to return back to the shop cos the right side of my hair wasn't cut properly, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and blog-hopped. I reached Aish's blog and i was freaking MAD! I went and see her tagboard, little did i knew that some bitch was crapping bout her. WALAU WEY! Excuse me laa, you claimed unidentified and started to spout CRAP AND NONSENSE (just like you too). Do you want me to coach you on your spelling? If you have the guts to actually say all of that to my bestie's face, then try la. Cos in the first place, you're just a coward with no brain. RAWWR! Do get a life! So what if she's skinny? Jealous? Hit the gym la kay? No money? Run around your bathroom and hit the toilet bowl several time, i bet you'll loose some weight and attitude too. You were born with a special name given by your parents and yet you won't use it. Why? Afraid to show yourself? Ahahaha, maybe you just use your name to mingle with guys and get their number? I don't know la kay. Decide whether it's YOU or the person or people you are bitching about is having trouble with their brain and attitude wise. Stop faking your identity and do some soul-searching can? _|_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoah, thank god i let that out. Phew! Nobody messes with my friends, worse, my close friends. The world has too many people with the similar character. Poor thang la for these people. Let's hope they find their true selfs. [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Yet i'm happy cos i have valentine dates with loves. Syu, Izyan and Yas! Huahua! My first(s) valentines [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-7495856181260621125?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/7495856181260621125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=7495856181260621125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7495856181260621125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7495856181260621125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/sorry-for-nauseating-pictures-was-just.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rcx0cFHX-iI/AAAAAAAAAU4/wIIiu5NX0mo/s72-c/Picture+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-6719237377984712386</id><published>2007-02-08T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:24:28.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Currently - Higgghhhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rcs29VHX-fI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YlnSY4k2wsw/s1600-h/wow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rcs29VHX-fI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YlnSY4k2wsw/s320/wow.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029173836157286898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thank god i wasn't as late. I'm so happy that it's gonna be friday tomorrow! Why? Because it's the only day which the lessons are very laid back and no stressing needed [: Had a mock test and got bacl physics mark. It was kinda dissapointing la but oh well, i still passed. Study harder &amp; try again la rafidah. English was especially fun! We played the game that yas introduced. It attracted Uy and Adrian and we end up playing that. Hahaha and the funny thing is how Sai played it. He just spout nonsense with has no related whatsoever to the game! DANG! that myanmar dude really is a clown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After school we headed to library intentionally to study. We did but then were then approached by our long lost buddies, taufik and hafiz. Those guys always have stories to share and useful information to be apllied on our daily life. He told us plenty of ghost stories he encountered and all those the relevant stories to it too. I must say, he's tight with his religion &amp; always give wise advices to people. We may not belong to the same stream but i bet you whenever we are in the library, they will be there to share endless happenings and jokes, hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ria informed us that Khalid wanted us to go watch the C Div soccer match at Clementi Woods. He was the goalkeeper. We bought our tidbits and drinks as if we are watching some premier league, hahaha. When we came we were winning by 3-0. The school was pretty pathetic, no supporters or whatsoever. However me, yas, ria and aish were constantly shouting and cheering for dear Kent Ridge. All the soccer boys did it too. Some of the clementi town-ers were jeering and some were still questioning who's leading. They kept jeering till we told Mr K and so he kinda snapped at them. NYEAHAHA! &amp;&amp;amp; i saw my adorable cute gorilla manja, nazrul! He was carrying the water container here and there. Sadly, he was the water boy, ahaha. We ended the match with a victorious score, 4-0! What a shame for them to lose since it's played in their school. *evil grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;GO KENT RIDGE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;ngah jiwe kent ridge laaaa [[[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-6719237377984712386?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/6719237377984712386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=6719237377984712386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6719237377984712386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6719237377984712386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-higgghhhhh-thank-god-i-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rcs29VHX-fI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YlnSY4k2wsw/s72-c/wow.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8873226846134785577</id><published>2007-02-07T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T23:24:28.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently -Somber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcmtpGx4wOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tIHbZZLElKg/s1600-h/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcmtpGx4wOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tIHbZZLElKg/s320/cry.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028741380641964258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was nearly late to school just now. Honestly that was my lastest timing. Board the bus from my house at 6.40 liddat. And board 189 at around 7.05, i miss the previous one. Went to school with dear has. Lessons were pretty fine today. I enjoyed POA just now. Class was giving their customary behaviours. After school, went to study with the belos ;] in the library. Had loads of fun there while studying. Khazman came to join later and made the study sessions into some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; club for retards to laugh endlessly. He's such a cracker. Suddenly th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;at someone came in and while we were laughing and joking, he abruptly muttered "MEREPEK". CIS! Who was talking to him anyway, he was isolating himself anyway. GOOD JOB KHAZMAN-JA! HAHAHA! I assisted Khazman for his project which i edited and make it presentable and nice :P ! After that the belos except for Am went to Mc for late lunch. The bottom line is i had a great day and Khazman cracks me up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rcnu92x4wQI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1dqn3u92gJI/s1600-h/Picture+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rcnu92x4wQI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/1dqn3u92gJI/s320/Picture+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028813205380055298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;The good friend who outstanded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I will certainly miss those laughters we shared. We shared our problems and confided in each other. Your presence will certainly be missed. A great friend that will never be forgotten. Take good care of yourself, dear friend. Your silly antics will definitely be missed la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The sudden change of someone makes a huge difference. It's so easy for the brain to be contaminated by just words. In just a short period of time, the golden apple turned bad, joined together with the other ones alike. When i was at Mac with the other 2. We were indulging ourselves with reminiscence. The good old times we shared and suddenly i miss someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;none other than&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FARHAN PELAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;RAWRR! I miss that guy. A mat rep whom i enjoy his company. His nonsensical character and silly lies to manipulate me and some others never fails to make us laugh and giggle [[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;MAT REP? WHERE HAVE YOU GONE LA DEY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;During Sec 2 Art Class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Farhan: Eh korg nak dengar citer hantu, seram giler punya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;(everybody was excited and were at the edge of their seats)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Everybody: NAK NAK NAK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Farhan: Okay, satu hari kan aku nampak cam kain putih jatuh kat luar tingkap tau. Seram sak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Everybody: EEE! APE APE? (in anticipation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Farhan: (Finally) COLI MAK AKU JATUH LAA! SERAM TAU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; everybody burst into laughter [:&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/30777470-8873226846134785577?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8873226846134785577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8873226846134785577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8873226846134785577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8873226846134785577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-somber-i-was-nearly-late-to.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcmtpGx4wOI/AAAAAAAAAT0/tIHbZZLElKg/s72-c/cry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-6851361763290433943</id><published>2007-02-06T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:33:50.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Currently - CLUELESS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RchZRWx4wMI/AAAAAAAAATg/bzkRksFJvO8/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RchZRWx4wMI/AAAAAAAAATg/bzkRksFJvO8/s320/confused.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028367138666627266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I thought that it will be another mundane tuesday with a bio test on. Fortunately it was not! Reached school upon the sight of my class being vandalised. What a dramatic day today. Being lectured timelessly and endless advices for our own good. Seems that some of us can't or refuse to heed it. How saddening. At least my secondary school life is not bland. Who knows 20 yrs down the road, i might tell stories of my secondary school life to my kids and see how astonish their faces will be :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Teachers have been nagging advising to start studying now. They always scare us with the thought of failure or landing our butts in ITE which works. I have woken up from my dreamland and start cracking up if i want my butt to be safe as it was before. Time to focus and avoid any distractions, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad; I promise i'll do better next time. Mom told me you were dumbfounded and went on a trance after she told you i failed my geog. I'm sorry to make you worry and i don't intend to. I know were dissapointed by the results. I &lt;u&gt;promise&lt;/u&gt; that i'll do betta nxt time [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT MY CLASS BACK LA can??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^________^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I failed as a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'll pray for your safety dear friend [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edited* at 10.33PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-6851361763290433943?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/6851361763290433943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=6851361763290433943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6851361763290433943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6851361763290433943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-clueless-i-thought-that-it.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RchZRWx4wMI/AAAAAAAAATg/bzkRksFJvO8/s72-c/confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-7823489525379069828</id><published>2007-02-05T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:22:14.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Currently - Dissapointed &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcdF3mx4wHI/AAAAAAAAASk/l3bnV4i2qYs/s1600-h/sad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcdF3mx4wHI/AAAAAAAAASk/l3bnV4i2qYs/s320/sad.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028064330587357298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before anything, YEAY to Singapore for winning. All thanks to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LIONS &lt;/span&gt;for beating the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;TOM YUM&lt;/span&gt; ppl. Well and fair played (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been a bitch for me. My results are seriously shocking everybody except me. I had expected it, in the mth of January, my mind wasn't focus and thinking straight due to the happenings at home. I flunked my geography for the first time, at least it was expected. I have pledged to study much much much much more harder. Wednesdays and thursdays are my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now look like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; study dates with peeps prolly in the library. No more fooling arounfd or going out for me i suppose. Mom is kinda mad and dumbfounded when she found out i flunked the paper. As usual she blames on watching too much tv, hogging the comp and going out, ridiculous laa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;selekeh minah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;. Oily face and horrendous hair, that's how i look now. Haha, i crack myself up sometimes. I spent the last hour exchanging texts msgs with Nadh, she never fails to crack me up too! Well, ystd was kinda funny laa. Go read kyn's or has's blog, haha. I'm too lazy to typed out what happened and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; lastly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS YOU TOO LAA NADH [[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcdLLWx4wLI/AAAAAAAAATE/js35VjLuo4k/s1600-h/IMG_0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcdLLWx4wLI/AAAAAAAAATE/js35VjLuo4k/s320/IMG_0536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028070167447912626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcdLCGx4wKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6clqTkvYxEI/s1600-h/IMG_0537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcdLCGx4wKI/AAAAAAAAAS8/6clqTkvYxEI/s320/IMG_0537.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028070008534122658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcdJBWx4wJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JrbbJJGgdDI/s1600-h/IMG_0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcdJBWx4wJI/AAAAAAAAAS0/JrbbJJGgdDI/s320/IMG_0534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028067796625965202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcdISmx4wII/AAAAAAAAASs/EzGgSaR97-Q/s1600-h/c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 388px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcdISmx4wII/AAAAAAAAASs/EzGgSaR97-Q/s320/c.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028066993467080834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-7823489525379069828?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/7823489525379069828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=7823489525379069828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7823489525379069828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7823489525379069828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-dissapointed-before-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcdF3mx4wHI/AAAAAAAAASk/l3bnV4i2qYs/s72-c/sad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-1931407562222230316</id><published>2007-02-03T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T19:42:08.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Currently -  Ha-happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRvYmx4v8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/e1qbQk8wc_Y/s1600-h/laugh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRvYmx4v8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/e1qbQk8wc_Y/s320/laugh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027265552569647042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Flag day was unexpectedly fun! Huahua! Coz it was spent with my loves. When i reached Clementi's Mac, it was super chaotic. Everybody was scattered around. Yasmin was late as usual coz she thought it was at 1, hahaha! Got our tins and off we went!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bumped into our long lost bud, Firdaus. We started with Bedok, hee. That's where 3/4 of our collection comes from. We had to face many rejections but eventually there were kind souls who donated. Some just didn't bother to even listen or hear. The best is when little toddlers donate and how the sight of stickers excite them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was a lil dizzy cos probably i haven't ate proper meal in the morning. Still, Ria's mom was a very kind soul and bought us, hashbrowns. So we went to Geylang and ate. I ate like a pig, seriously! I ordered 2 ice teh cinos and mee bandung, haha! Yes, if i go on like this, i will seriously end up looking chubby and fat. Yah, there we didn't collect much since we were tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; there were some low-thinking mats who were very chaotic when we reached there. They end up following us which results to ridicule. They were trying to catch our attention, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;"&gt;LIMIT LIMIT SEC 3 la you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  *rolling eyes* So that's where we decided to sit down and eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Then, we decided to gp Arab St, simply to sit down and if by any luck, continue our collection there[: We bumped into Japanese tourists who were kind souls and donate to us although we don't understand a word they said :P Went back to Clementi and slacked at KFC. Our feets were sore and our eyes were heavy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;PICTURES [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRvuGx4v9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Yut54O1VLG4/s1600-h/SP_A0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRvuGx4v9I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Yut54O1VLG4/s320/SP_A0555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027265921936834514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first and second teh cinos [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRvuWx4v-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/TUTEJhLvJbA/s1600-h/SP_A0559.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRvuWx4v-I/AAAAAAAAAQw/TUTEJhLvJbA/s320/SP_A0559.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027265926231801826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp; YAH, aisha also ordered 2 milo pengs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRvuWx4v_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZvgBbEwNg0E/s1600-h/SP_A0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRvuWx4v_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZvgBbEwNg0E/s320/SP_A0560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027265926231801842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRwB2x4wCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ckld8jQ4lJo/s1600-h/SP_A0569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRwB2x4wCI/AAAAAAAAARQ/ckld8jQ4lJo/s320/SP_A0569.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027266261239250978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Real Beauty [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRwB2x4wDI/AAAAAAAAARY/r9uK5D42Llo/s1600-h/SP_A0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRwB2x4wDI/AAAAAAAAARY/r9uK5D42Llo/s320/SP_A0574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027266261239250994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My whacked partner [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRwCGx4wFI/AAAAAAAAARo/olDIWZZCvPE/s1600-h/SP_A0585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRwCGx4wFI/AAAAAAAAARo/olDIWZZCvPE/s320/SP_A0585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027266265534218322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My RETARD partner [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRwCGx4wGI/AAAAAAAAARw/v_g7t0rtqDw/s1600-h/SP_A0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRwCGx4wGI/AAAAAAAAARw/v_g7t0rtqDw/s320/SP_A0600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027266265534218338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Told ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRvuWx4wAI/AAAAAAAAARA/jObS9TwOkMM/s1600-h/SP_A0564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRvuWx4wAI/AAAAAAAAARA/jObS9TwOkMM/s320/SP_A0564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027265926231801858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRvumx4wBI/AAAAAAAAARI/2imumY7G9KA/s1600-h/SP_A0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRvumx4wBI/AAAAAAAAARI/2imumY7G9KA/s320/SP_A0566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027265930526769170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let's be like this forever and never tear apart, kay?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-1931407562222230316?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/1931407562222230316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=1931407562222230316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1931407562222230316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1931407562222230316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-ha-happy-flag-day-was.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcRvYmx4v8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/e1qbQk8wc_Y/s72-c/laugh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8408268333902193694</id><published>2007-02-02T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T20:37:24.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I just have to let this out! Hahaha! I know Haslinna will puke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;After school, me, ria, yas and has went to McDonald to just chill. Just as we enter Mc, me and has's jaws dropped! Our eyes were polluted with EMO SHITS. I think some of you'all might recognize for McFlurry suddenly went POOF! Hahaha! &amp;&amp;amp; the other one was super skinny, dark, and was wearing mascara. Maybe he stole his mom's! Haha, aww, kesian makcik [: It was so thick! &amp;&amp;amp; his hair was like splatted with gel or something, EEKS! All i observed was that they constantly check and kept touching their hair. Urrgh! The sight of those two is like stuck in my head. - random -&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/30777470-8408268333902193694?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8408268333902193694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8408268333902193694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8408268333902193694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8408268333902193694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-just-have-to-let-this-out-hahaha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-1477013214734354275</id><published>2007-02-02T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T19:25:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Currently - DEAD BEAT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcMaN2x4v7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/_xnm-hxVA3E/s1600-h/dead.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcMaN2x4v7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/_xnm-hxVA3E/s320/dead.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026890434420981682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;My legs are extremely sore. Simply to say i'm worn out from the tortureous and strenous PE session just now. The 20 min jog left me half dead actually. Then we had to do sets of exercises, and that really sucked the last energy juice from me. I was prolly dragging my feet back to class. When i reached home 4 hours ago, i drop dead on the sofa and slept till 6. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I ate alot during recess. The urge and hunger desperation from CD lesson was really scaring me. I started adding more to my plate of fried rice. It was complimented with the sambal goreng, otah and sweet sour fish. Haslinna's jaw dropped looking at the plate of rice i had. Huahua! &amp; now i'm feeling super full [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ARRGH! I so wanna go to tomorrow's gig that alex is organizing. The only thing that's stopping me is Flag Day and prolly mom. Since i went out last week, she would prolly won't allow me. Since i cannot make it tomorrow for the oh-so awesome gig, i'll be paying Juvenile Sunset a visit at ECP on Sunday. Hahaha! &amp;&amp;amp; my school is having something there too anyway, so kiter feeling feeling Kent Ridge ahh and also a good reason to skip madrasah and to rest my disturbed mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAWR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-1477013214734354275?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/1477013214734354275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=1477013214734354275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1477013214734354275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1477013214734354275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/currently-dead-beat-my-legs-are.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcMaN2x4v7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/_xnm-hxVA3E/s72-c/dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-7570525660688070185</id><published>2007-02-01T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T23:57:24.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Currently - BLURRR &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcHwY2P0MEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/RgH6-2rQXto/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcHwY2P0MEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/RgH6-2rQXto/s320/confused.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026562968791560258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokay, Blogger was confusing me just now when they said they can't direct me to my blog. EEKS, it scared the hell out of me. Enough said bout Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i can say bout today is, TOTAL DRAMA. Whoah, i didn't knew it could lead to such horribble extent. It became so bloated. We were instructed to stayed back outside the HOD room. We were looking rather pathetic sitting there pretending to read our books. As the Juniors walked pass us, i wonder what's roaming their minds. Ahaks, we were such failures in making ourselves good role models. Huahua, chey chey. Nobody's perfect right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to someone. OMG. It was clearly you who did and acted that way. Why must you be such a coward and not admit. Why must you endanger the innocent ones? Are you a saddist and does that makes you happy being the clean one? RAWWRR! You certainly and undeniably a man with no pride. You acted wrong, shouldn't you own up for your acts? How responsible huh! Imagine you having a wife and kids, i'll be pitying them very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afta meeting Mr KSL, me and Yasmin dashed back to her house simply to watch the final eps of our fav show. She was being so kind by inviting cos she knows if i were to go home, the show would clearly be over [:  So yah, we rushed like mices in a maze. We bought chips and candies. Her mom was sooo sweet to prepare us chicken burgers. WOOHOO, YUMMY [[:  Then then, we watch, aww, a very saddening ending. Yada yada, i left around 4ish. Thanks bestie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcHxr2P0MFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/P4ZHSJAGxVk/s1600-h/SP_A0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcHxr2P0MFI/AAAAAAAAAPg/P4ZHSJAGxVk/s320/SP_A0534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026564394720702546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LET'S GET FAT PEOPLE [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcHxsGP0MHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/p1SB6hBiy8Y/s1600-h/SP_A0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcHxsGP0MHI/AAAAAAAAAPw/p1SB6hBiy8Y/s320/SP_A0536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026564399015669874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her recent fringe, supa adorable [[:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcHxsWP0MII/AAAAAAAAAP4/CO9jyDbrhwE/s1600-h/SP_A0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcHxsWP0MII/AAAAAAAAAP4/CO9jyDbrhwE/s320/SP_A0529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026564403310637186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; US, enjoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-7570525660688070185?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/7570525660688070185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=7570525660688070185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7570525660688070185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7570525660688070185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/02/okaay.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcHwY2P0MEI/AAAAAAAAAPY/RgH6-2rQXto/s72-c/confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-3837416797960907833</id><published>2007-01-31T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:59:17.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently - Psyched &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcCnkWP0MDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Tr0qH8fCLsQ/s1600-h/laugh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcCnkWP0MDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Tr0qH8fCLsQ/s320/laugh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026201427034517554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Singapore 2 - Thailand 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I must say the match just now was well played? I mean beside all the intense drama that was circulating the field just now. Sheesh! It's like urrrgghh-ing la dey! When Alam Shah scored the first goal, WOOHOO, me and dad were doing a mini kallang wave! Hahahaha! I love Dad for being such a sport ((: Drama started rolling in the second half. &amp; we scored again due to the penalty kick. Yeahhooo! Too bad, dad's couz, Hafiz Osman was injured and couldn't play. RAWWR Singapore! All the best for the second leg in Bangkok *jitters*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;School was extremely fun-tastic just now. Weeeeweeet! I spent my day sitting with Mr Sai Khay Han. That Myanmar dude always crack me up with his working experience in Delifrance and his unusual sense of humour. POA lesson was stressful, everybody was contemplating on whether they should laterally transfer back to the NA streamed POA. &amp;amp; i was left with doubts. After much careful consideration, everybody stayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went home and my eyes were half opened. I was thinking of doing some revision but unfortunately i took a quick nap since i was worn out. Woke up at 7 and was stunned that couz was coming to mend her mp3. Hee, we shared a gooood laughing session [: I so love her man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;i must get going since there's incomplete homework yet to be finish [[:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;daaaaa.&lt;/span&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/30777470-3837416797960907833?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/3837416797960907833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=3837416797960907833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3837416797960907833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3837416797960907833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-psyched-singapore-2-thailand.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RcCnkWP0MDI/AAAAAAAAAPM/Tr0qH8fCLsQ/s72-c/laugh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8632516329231489669</id><published>2007-01-30T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:23:47.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Currently - !@#$%^&amp;*!@# F'ed Up &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rb8zFWP0MCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/j9SLl6C-X3M/s1600-h/mad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rb8zFWP0MCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/j9SLl6C-X3M/s320/mad.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025791876133040162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back results for Bio, Poa and Eng. I can't deny that i was lil dissapointed with the results. Firstly Bio, i kinda did badly for it. Maybe i wasn't focusing enough with everything that's happening. Eng, was expected, the ever first time my results were extremely low. Reason because the teacher which is Mr Hongz,  set the paper with a exceedingly high standard. Even Mr Chong admitted it was tough. I kinda just passed with a half mark more. It was a tough paper, okaay. I'm not planning to tell it to mom. I don't want her to worry nor nag at me pointlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Poa, i was glad i did pretty well. I needed it to push up my grades since Bio is ashamely bad. People fail and succeed in any point of their life. It seems that people favour to highlight my flaws rather than theirs. Sometimes i personally feel that people have more interest in knowing my grades or worst, seeing me flunking. As i said, expecting me to excell all the way like i'm some kinda freak who lives on studying. I'm telling you, so what if you are able to defeat me? Am i some kinda threat? Don't try to terrorise me. I have tried my best and if that is the results i'm getting, i can't change the grades right. I could only work a lil more harder and do my best for future tests or whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AIN'T SOME KINDA SUPERWOMAN&lt;br /&gt;who pleases everyone with my amazing abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BEGGING, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need any of these right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY'S PERFECT even idiots knows that.&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/30777470-8632516329231489669?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8632516329231489669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8632516329231489669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8632516329231489669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8632516329231489669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-fed-up-got-back-results-for.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rb8zFWP0MCI/AAAAAAAAAPA/j9SLl6C-X3M/s72-c/mad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-1135466002566382237</id><published>2007-01-29T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T18:46:54.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently - Slightly happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rb3KjWP0MBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tEQdlTy-2Pw/s1600-h/grin.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rb3KjWP0MBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tEQdlTy-2Pw/s320/grin.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025395467831488530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I survived today, YEAHness. Class was extremely hyper today. We had 2 tests as promised. During Geog, everything went a lil berserk. Throughout the day, wind was blowing a lil bit violently. Papers were flying, hair were improper and yes, the shivers everybody felt. &amp; so we had our test which i personally thought it was challenging but others claimed it was all common sensed. Suddenly the green tea bottles we aligned at the back flew and so did some of the test papers. If i'm not mistaken it was Adrian's and Wen Bin's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ahahaha, i had a blast laughing although the paper was still on. Mr Hong can't help but laugh too. &amp;amp; so Bio came, Sheng Yang had to leave early for his badminton tournament. Being a very supportive class, we gave him a cheer, the ever-popular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;MOLE LILY CHEER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hahaha! We were so unicent and loud. Even 4/4 can hear it, hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had floorball after school. And so i thought that i was the only girl. I complained to Mr Chan. Him, being a very nice teacher asked me to sit in the library while the guys sweat. It was pretty mundane however. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Does FCUK=FUCK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whatever opinions you have, don't misinterpret whatever i display either here (blog) or msn. It may just be another form of expression. So if you have any opinions, keep it to yourself and judge it yourself. One more thing, from this moment onwards, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Expect the best of me not what you expect of me.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't crap to my face and question me why i may have done badly for any subjects in the future or what so ever. I may just be wearing a SMILEY FACE mask in school and you don't know at all. And so if you don't know me or don't know what i am going thru right now, don't misjudge me [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/30777470-1135466002566382237?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/1135466002566382237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=1135466002566382237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1135466002566382237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1135466002566382237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-slightly-happy-i-survived.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rb3KjWP0MBI/AAAAAAAAAO0/tEQdlTy-2Pw/s72-c/grin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-4292699520024382489</id><published>2007-01-28T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:26:00.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Currently - Wondering &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbyxAmP0MAI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zJEbcc_CbRA/s1600-h/blank.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbyxAmP0MAI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zJEbcc_CbRA/s320/blank.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025085908063629314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 tests tomorrow, Physics and Geog. RAWRR! I had to drag my feet to Madrasah. Tsk tsk. Little did i knew that i have to wear the PE attire. DUSH! I was the only one wearing the uniform sey. How embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yah i spent my sunday mugging for tomorrow. Urrgh! Rivermaya's bali song is stuck in my head. I'm visualising the mr vocalist serenading in front of me! Whoaah, impossible fantasy! Heehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;br /&gt;toodles [:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-4292699520024382489?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/4292699520024382489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=4292699520024382489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4292699520024382489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4292699520024382489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-wondering-i-have-2-tests.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbyxAmP0MAI/AAAAAAAAAOo/zJEbcc_CbRA/s72-c/blank.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-4290619694458574664</id><published>2007-01-27T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:52:30.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Currently - Cheering Up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtVN2P0L_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/7HclSPamhP4/s1600-h/smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtVN2P0L_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/7HclSPamhP4/s320/smile.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024703505650429938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I enjoyed myself today although we started off with a bad note. Yas was upset with the problems she's facing and me, well, the same stuff. Ystd was a verry relaxing school day i guess. The only thing that bummed me was the class viewing my blog all thanks to Chuan Ru. Ahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So today, before i left the house, i went to my granny's room to check on her. She cried endlessly. I told her and promised her that i'll be back very early &amp; told her not to worry. Anyway i'm going out with a purpose. Met Yas at clementi interchg at 1. She confided in me about her problems &amp;amp; i shared mine. Well, i guess the hangout a few hours back was just to let ourselves de-stress and enjoy for a mere moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We went Far East! &amp; i indulged myself with printed  stuffs. Finally i landed my feet on Paper People, FUUH! that place is like heaven to me. I spent a whole lot of time just to select the present and of course the notebook design and pencil case. Hee, so my dear Yas helped me chose the pencil case. We bought Kyn's present too and that's where we got hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We dragged our sore feets to Taka, all thanks to ystd PE. Tsk tsk! Since there was plenty of time and was only 3, we went to Seoul Garden. One more thing about us is that when we are stress, food is our only refuge. We eat and eat to let it all out. Still, we watch our tummys ogaay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yas felt like buying everything, hee. While i bought a notebook, pencil case and a bangle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;PHOTOS galore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtUL2P0L2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/033FXC0ukHA/s1600-h/Picture+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtUL2P0L2I/AAAAAAAAAMw/033FXC0ukHA/s320/Picture+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024702371779063650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DANG! We ate a whole lot of foood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtU92P0L7I/AAAAAAAAANY/pTI-evMbXTA/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtU92P0L7I/AAAAAAAAANY/pTI-evMbXTA/s320/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024703230772522930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The full-body mirror was so tempting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtU-GP0L8I/AAAAAAAAANg/ilAgICtByWA/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtU-GP0L8I/AAAAAAAAANg/ilAgICtByWA/s320/Picture+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024703235067490242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being haaapy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtUMGP0L4I/AAAAAAAAANA/noTLg0Nrg-M/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtUMGP0L4I/AAAAAAAAANA/noTLg0Nrg-M/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024702376074030978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yas's attempt to divide the melon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtUMWP0L5I/AAAAAAAAANI/U9-KNwp_RP4/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtUMWP0L5I/AAAAAAAAANI/U9-KNwp_RP4/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024702380368998290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After several attempts [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtU-GP0L9I/AAAAAAAAANo/9ujP_vnxV8k/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtU-GP0L9I/AAAAAAAAANo/9ujP_vnxV8k/s320/Picture+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024703235067490258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtU-GP0L-I/AAAAAAAAANw/AzZ7N17JjqM/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtU-GP0L-I/AAAAAAAAANw/AzZ7N17JjqM/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024703235067490274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like i said timelessly , i love PRINTS [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtUMWP0L6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ho-ueBzdwIs/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtUMWP0L6I/AAAAAAAAANQ/ho-ueBzdwIs/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024702380368998306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtUMGP0L3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ww5Cw3iTCdY/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtUMGP0L3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/ww5Cw3iTCdY/s320/Picture+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024702376074030962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whatever happens, we have each other's back no matter what the circumstance is(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-4290619694458574664?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/4290619694458574664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=4290619694458574664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4290619694458574664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4290619694458574664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-cheering-up-i-enjoyed-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbtVN2P0L_I/AAAAAAAAAN4/7HclSPamhP4/s72-c/smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-5740988468966048606</id><published>2007-01-25T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T17:48:00.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Feeling - !@#$%^&amp;*? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rbh3EWP0L1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/0EFi-qexKl8/s1600-h/sad.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rbh3EWP0L1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/0EFi-qexKl8/s320/sad.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023896300906884946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For the past hour, i've been meddling with this blog changing it's background and music. This blog always keeps me company. It's where i seek solace and serenity. It's where i will pour out  any despondency or otherwise, draining anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The only thing that occupies me at home is taking care of granny. I'm a bad confidante when it comes to sensitive issues. She questioned me why is she made sick and has to suffer the torturous pain. My mouth was left with nothing to say. I was speechless. I teared more than ever. Those words she uttered made me deeply emotional. I cried in front of this very monitor just now. Mom doesn't know that i'm feeling this way, only couz knows. Granny has been asking whether she's coming or not. I can sense she wants to see my couz real bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"You can take the keys to the drawer, you split the money and give everybody" That paticular sentence she murmured sunked into me real bad. It really shows. She was asking me whether i wanted her money which mom gave her ystd. I must be optimistic. My phone's wallpaper is her cheery face before she was sick. How i miss that. Even in front of my mom, i acted happy and calm. If only she knew. Mom allowed me to go out this Sat purely for a purpose. I need to get presents for my dearest whose birthdays are drawing nearer. Yet my mind will be kept with granny :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fake smiles everybody :-\&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/30777470-5740988468966048606?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/5740988468966048606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=5740988468966048606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5740988468966048606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5740988468966048606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/feeling-for-past-hour-ive-been-meddling.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rbh3EWP0L1I/AAAAAAAAAMk/0EFi-qexKl8/s72-c/sad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-2271685669550472230</id><published>2007-01-24T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T23:28:11.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently - Overjoyed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rbd5T2P0L0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/NHtiqkkjrlw/s1600-h/tounge.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rbd5T2P0L0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/NHtiqkkjrlw/s320/tounge.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023617291241402178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My day is filled with joyous moments and definitely laughters and shrills. Woo! I love today. Let the pictures and captions do tha talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvvmP0LwI/AAAAAAAAALU/T6S14w9HWo0/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvvmP0LwI/AAAAAAAAALU/T6S14w9HWo0/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023606772866494210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JENG JENG JENG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvvmP0LxI/AAAAAAAAALc/ihdaXPjRU-Q/s1600-h/Picture+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvvmP0LxI/AAAAAAAAALc/ihdaXPjRU-Q/s320/Picture+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023606772866494226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SURPRISE! WEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvvmP0LyI/AAAAAAAAALk/DqWEJY4Gpzk/s1600-h/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvvmP0LyI/AAAAAAAAALk/DqWEJY4Gpzk/s320/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023606772866494242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Starring, RAJIP from Bangladesh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rbdvv2P0LzI/AAAAAAAAALs/jxURHzsHYy4/s1600-h/Picture+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rbdvv2P0LzI/AAAAAAAAALs/jxURHzsHYy4/s320/Picture+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023606777161461554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RETARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvUWP0LvI/AAAAAAAAALM/BXjRifL_JB0/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvUWP0LvI/AAAAAAAAALM/BXjRifL_JB0/s320/Picture+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023606304715058930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvUGP0LuI/AAAAAAAAALE/HXLjwPUTsCY/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvUGP0LuI/AAAAAAAAALE/HXLjwPUTsCY/s320/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023606300420091618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvUGP0LtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/B-W2wfhzowc/s1600-h/Picture+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvUGP0LtI/AAAAAAAAAK8/B-W2wfhzowc/s320/Picture+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023606300420091602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feat. My favourite RETARDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvUGP0LsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PQPGk5c8-Qw/s1600-h/Picture+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvUGP0LsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PQPGk5c8-Qw/s320/Picture+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023606300420091586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ever lovable Shafiq(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvT2P0LrI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HfKsVcs7S-c/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbdvT2P0LrI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HfKsVcs7S-c/s320/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023606296125124274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;LOVES(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In less than an hour, the dark cute guy turns 16!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Go Nabeel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I LOVE S.C LOADS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'LL MISS THEM WHEN THEY'RE GONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;boohoo~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/30777470-2271685669550472230?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/2271685669550472230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=2271685669550472230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/2271685669550472230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/2271685669550472230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-overjoyed-my-day-is-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Rbd5T2P0L0I/AAAAAAAAAL0/NHtiqkkjrlw/s72-c/tounge.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-6716069388417304745</id><published>2007-01-23T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:24:17.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbYiIGP0LqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Tm8pjoIXrT0/s1600-h/The_Sad_Man_by_dholl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbYiIGP0LqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Tm8pjoIXrT0/s320/The_Sad_Man_by_dholl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023239956889611938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tendancy to smile fakely nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;I can't deny granny's condition is getting any better. The chest pains she is encountering has recently became greater. While i was doing my POA test, my thought went back straight to granny. Dang, ALLAH please help her get through this ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wasp came to our class. Misfortune strikes and it's body was slashed in two by the working fan. Ohh how saddening a bug's life can be. I practically was dashing back and forth and screaming at the top of my lungs. I hate bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school i had my late lunch with two guys i never imagine having lunch with. They are Afiq and Izar. Hahaha! YES THEM! Whoaah, i didn't know Izar had such a great sense of humour plus the crappy talkings of Afiq. We conversed alot, i basically was venting my anger on Izar in a good sort of way. He understood every little detail i meant. Afiq joined and we had a whole load of fun. Most of the time, me and Izar were teasing poor Afiq because of the ehem ehem. WOW, he was straight and honest enough to let it out to us, random people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough we took off from the coffeeshop. Dad wanted to go Bugis to buy his thermos. So now, my homework is undone and i have honestly no energy to do it. Let it be done tomorrow in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told mom bout anak Pak Musa. She asks me to confront him and talk to him. Sheesh, i told my mom i had enough and let him be like dat laa. He's nothing related to me, he's arrogant and self centered. No use sympathizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead.&lt;/span&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/30777470-6716069388417304745?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/6716069388417304745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=6716069388417304745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6716069388417304745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6716069388417304745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/tendancy-to-smile-fakely-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbYiIGP0LqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Tm8pjoIXrT0/s72-c/The_Sad_Man_by_dholl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-9097634663802808368</id><published>2007-01-22T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:33:06.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently - Drowning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbRrrUeiDSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PMzbt24SWMo/s1600-h/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbRrrUeiDSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PMzbt24SWMo/s320/cry.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022757876400262434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whatever happened at school doesn't matter anymore. I'm speechless on what to say. I'm feeling as if i'm drowning deeper and deeper. I can't stand watching my granny's condition. She moans the pain was too unbearable. She recently had infections around her breasts and it's pretty grusome. Besides that she's always dizzy and experiencing chest pains. Mum told me she cried cos she can't take it. At that point of time i stop thinking and my mind went on a trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I peeped to check on her. She layed there helplessly. I may not be able to feel the pain but i can see from her eyes that she's terribly suffering. I teared looking at her. She told me timelessly that the pain was unbearable. I've never seen her in this state ever. Not only her but my paternal grandfather is sick too and i've not been visiting him lately. I feel so helpless as i couldn't do anything. I stand there watching with absolutely nothing to offer. All i could do is to pray hard she's alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't want to lose her right now. This made me realise on how somebody can just leave you permanently and never come back. I just feel like yelling to a couple of my insensitive relatives, all she needs now may just be her family. Couldn't you all just cabbed down here and visit her. Don't find stupid reasons to excuse yourself from visiting her okay! Don't pretend to call my residence just to check on her condition! Motherfuckers! So what if you live at the east? I bet you if my mom is terribly sick and i'm in the Arctic, i'll come back for her no matter what the expense is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And the insensitive guy, son of Mr Musa! Yes you! Stop the drama. Don't you have the balls to just come up to us and speak your mind. WAIT! I'm not sure whether you have any. I've had enough of your nonsensical attitude. I would like to congratulate you on how you always pop crappy drama every year without fail. I would give you a standing obation for doing so. Thanks for making my life in secondary school busy entertaining your fugly attitude. And yes, stop saying it behind our backs okay. It's pretty useless cos by hook or by crook i'll end up knowing bout your babbles bout us. You called us ignorant? Please, be a gentleman and speak up first. Don't expect us to break the ice, dickhead. &amp;amp; when you distant yourself thinking we are ignorant, you expect us to go and coax you. Well, forget that dream. I'm not letting myself or the others repeat history. It's overdued long ago. Once my bestfriend, now a stranger. Re-evaluate yourself and brush up on your attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i feel like diving into a deep deep pool when it comes to times like this.&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/30777470-9097634663802808368?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/9097634663802808368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=9097634663802808368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/9097634663802808368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/9097634663802808368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-drowning-whatever-happened-at.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbRrrUeiDSI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PMzbt24SWMo/s72-c/cry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8167202560830758229</id><published>2007-01-21T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T15:39:48.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Currently - Idling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbMUpkeiDRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ICfqKD1tpTw/s1600-h/whistle.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbMUpkeiDRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ICfqKD1tpTw/s320/whistle.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022380713847164178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Usually my sundays  started off with madrasah but i skipped today's session since it's PE day. Don't ask. I enjoyed ystd! I met dear couz and ah-nerds at Taka cos couz needed to grab sth over at Art's friend. Yada yada, we trooped to BK Marina. There, i bumped into Asfa and bf and my dearest Gaddafi! He still owes me McDonalds! We board a bus over at Esplanade and landed ourselves at my auntie's place. Ah-nerds was there to watch football. It was a quick stop cos mom was rushing to go home~ DUSH! My aunties and her were at tampines, meminang or isit merisik. Whatever, i have the least knowledge bout my culture, ehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tests are drawing nearer. OOPS! I'm unsure if there's hockey tomorrow. Hopefully not laa. I can't take it no more being the only girl who attends. DANG! Dad is starting to freak me out! He's begining to incline himself with the current music scene. I was watching MTV and he was like "Eh this is all american rejects kan?", i went HUH yah yah. I was half asleep at that point of time! I must watch NO-MTV with my dad or he will start bugging me to upload songs into his mp3 walkman phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I must start revising last year's work. Seriously if i reaally want my butt landed at Ngee Ann. I must start early altho it's only Ns but Os are just next year man! Times flies like whooosh! Yes and now i must start on my homework and prolly some reading thru my POA. SHIT~&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/30777470-8167202560830758229?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8167202560830758229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8167202560830758229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8167202560830758229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8167202560830758229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-idling-usually-my-sundays.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbMUpkeiDRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ICfqKD1tpTw/s72-c/whistle.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-5857790734590371166</id><published>2007-01-19T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T00:10:12.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Currently - COOL-A-RAMA &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbDpakeiDQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xy8UOe01rrg/s1600-h/cool.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbDpakeiDQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xy8UOe01rrg/s320/cool.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021770227195710722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally friday has arrived or i should say saturday in 6 minutes time. Everybody is asleep except me(: I slept like a log just now for two mere hours. That is insufficient! BAHH! Yada yada i sound extremely dumb rite? I could just sleep now rite? Haahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE was fun just now altho the chances i got to hold the ball is very little, still its soooo thrilling! &amp;&amp;amp; yah! Whoever is bitching bout NADH, wake up kay! You're messing with the wrong babe! Chey chey! &amp;&amp;amp; hello Elfa! Kaay, i'm bored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me yas and ria were thinking of whipping up dishes and making a picnic for the three of us on one fine day! How coool rite? Hee, ria with brownies, me with lasagne and yas with sushis((: Ahhhh! Make it soooon kay! Tests are next week and its murderous thinking about it esp POA. I'm beginnig to feel a hatred towards the subject. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost my appetite. Ever heard of your's mine and ours? Try making it sacred and private, it'll be less disgusting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-5857790734590371166?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/5857790734590371166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=5857790734590371166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5857790734590371166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5857790734590371166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-cool-rama-finally-friday-has.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RbDpakeiDQI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/xy8UOe01rrg/s72-c/cool.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8665994509975989698</id><published>2007-01-18T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T23:39:25.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently - HYPED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra-O4UeiDPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0VeLsBp8LDw/s1600-h/laugh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra-O4UeiDPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0VeLsBp8LDw/s320/laugh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021389207761980658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My day was filled with hysterical laughters, blasting screams and yes! satisfaction from oogling at guys. *winx*! I received a msg from Nadh telling me bout some girl bitching bout her and she saw her in the train eh?! Ahaks. I told her to literally grab her tits and run! WOOHOO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The visit to Ngee Ann was satisfying and worthwhile! Started off by rounding around the campus's atrium. Yeah, the courses were all there. I've made up mind! Banking and Financial services will be my first choice. If not, i'll take up science! WEE WEET! Plan early fyda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We intendedly wanted to go to the CCA fair when we heard SAW LOSER was performing. Of coz, my haslinna quickly find her a suitable spot and watched the performance. Oooo while everybody was watching the performance, i was eyeing the photographer! Wakakaka! &amp;&amp;amp; i thought i was the only one. I can't blame anybody for drooling over that mr photographer. Ahh, the typical attraction towards an emo-haired guy with half his boxes seen. wooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All pictures were taken by Has with my cam! Aiyah! Sof wasn't there. I find nowadays or should be like ages ago, girls are attracted to guys like Mr Photography. I can't deny that he's hawt too. Still, it's like oh-so cliche'. Wakaka sometimes i find all of these guys identical! Is this world trying to look identical or is this just a fad?? But they will never fail to cause girls internal drooling including me! Hahaks! I'm bored over the weekends! BOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything went to Al-Ameen. We were sharing why guys have more advantages and sleeping-epxerinces in busrides. I'm telling you, were BERSERK there. Send them off at my bus-stop there and poof i'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I WANT NGEE ANN! &amp;&amp;amp; join fencing, chey chey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra-NtUeiDMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/54DVoraNfDE/s1600-h/collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 335px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra-NtUeiDMI/AAAAAAAAAJM/54DVoraNfDE/s320/collage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021387919271791810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yada yada, saw loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra-NtkeiDNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/28_olWsF_kY/s1600-h/Picture+038b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra-NtkeiDNI/AAAAAAAAAJU/28_olWsF_kY/s320/Picture+038b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021387923566759122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Has with Mr Photographer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra-NtkeiDOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S7iFO5fDv-c/s1600-h/Picture+015b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra-NtkeiDOI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S7iFO5fDv-c/s320/Picture+015b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021387923566759138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You cheeky babe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-8665994509975989698?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8665994509975989698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8665994509975989698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8665994509975989698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8665994509975989698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-hyped-my-day-was-filled-with.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra-O4UeiDPI/AAAAAAAAAJk/0VeLsBp8LDw/s72-c/laugh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-5899975195902278104</id><published>2007-01-17T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:37:10.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra374keiDKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ivy3xm9u7mQ/s1600-h/collage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra374keiDKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ivy3xm9u7mQ/s320/collage.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020946108870954146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her presence never dissapoints me(:&lt;br /&gt;There were more, me, being a lazyhead refuse to upload more,wakaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra374keiDLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/oNMTmDkVgUM/s1600-h/IMG_0398b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra374keiDLI/AAAAAAAAAI8/oNMTmDkVgUM/s320/IMG_0398b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020946108870954162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-5899975195902278104?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/5899975195902278104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=5899975195902278104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5899975195902278104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5899975195902278104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/her-presence-never-dissapoints-me-there.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra374keiDKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Ivy3xm9u7mQ/s72-c/collage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-1864569164729592990</id><published>2007-01-17T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T18:21:19.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently - BEAT!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra3qi0eiDJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Um1OZadRlzA/s1600-h/dead.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra3qi0eiDJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Um1OZadRlzA/s320/dead.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020927043511127186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, finally i can get back to my blog. Yesterday was pretty hectic. Ms Wong suddenly passed us a message saying there'll be poa remedials that afternoon. I freaked! It's my least tasteful subject now! After the  house meeting went for remedial from 2.45 till 4.00. Urrgh! PRESSURE building. The climax of the day was when Couz came! Yahoo! She did my eyes and YES we camwhored. Pictures up the nxt post later after edits. Ahh, MUSE concert ystd, yikes. NO BUCKS MAN. Even if there were i doubt my parents will allow me since it's on a school night, weak ahh. I heard from couz got gatecrash, ahaha. Desperate fans who are willing to do anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty plaintive. I can feel that N Levels are drawing nearer and nearer. The pressure and tension is all surrounding me. The abundant workload and expectations might just drive us mad! BOO! There was a lil bit of DRAMA just now but it was kinda frivol. Whatever. Then the air was clear again and we were back to our old selves. We went to the market for lunch. After eating and making our stomach terribly FULL, we chatted for an hour or so or even more, hee. We talked about tomorrow's visit to Ngee Ann, N Levels and post-secondary institutes. I preferably favour Ngee Ann, yada yada its near my house BUT it provides commendable courses. I was browsing thru some ystd in the school library, ahaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how life would be after secondary school. Granny was complaining to me that she encountered chest pain when she woke up. I told mom and she said it's her customary pains. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go mug now, test tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-1864569164729592990?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/1864569164729592990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=1864569164729592990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1864569164729592990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/1864569164729592990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-beat-phew-finally-i-can-get.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Ra3qi0eiDJI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Um1OZadRlzA/s72-c/dead.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8781316455206666927</id><published>2007-01-15T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:48:58.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;PRANKED! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was just viewing my phone if there were any msgs or calls. Amran missed call me, so i txt-ed him asking what he wants. He said it was urgent, me being a good soul called him. Suddenly his tone of voice was in hurt. The voice sounds as if marbles were stuffed in your mouth. He claimed that he was beaten up. I being a smart kid knew he was utterly lying. He pleaded me to help him saying he was at Redhill. Ya rite! You were online when you pulled the prank! Wakaka, lameass! Pulling a prank on the wrong person! Brush up your prank skills kay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; i hope you won't end up like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;the guy who cried wolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/30777470-8781316455206666927?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8781316455206666927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8781316455206666927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8781316455206666927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8781316455206666927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/pranked-i-was-just-viewing-my-phone-if.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-7917784221826043309</id><published>2007-01-15T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T18:06:00.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Currently: SUPER CONFUSED &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RatMR0eiDII/AAAAAAAAAIc/2lDYHLX83V0/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RatMR0eiDII/AAAAAAAAAIc/2lDYHLX83V0/s320/confused.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020190078662741122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WOOHOO! Mr Koh being the new principal had brought us luck. Our classroom had 2 huge wall-fans installed! Sadly, its the rainy season and we won't need it(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Bio test was quite a killer! *DUSH* After school we hanged out at Mac, how mundane. IT tagged along. I was being obnoxious towards IT. I just don't know how to entertain IT's attitude. It's stirring in my mind how to do so! IT was being so oblivious on how i was behaving. If i were to be friendly then IT will have mixed signals, aiyoh. Maybe its hormones. So i acted like a complete dickhead laa. I don't know if whatever i'm doing is sinful or simply horrible!? RAWR! IT can easily ask me what's the time, instead IT grabbed my hand greatly to look at my watch. Doesn't IT feel isolated? in the company of us? IT's ego-headed. If i don't entertain, IT will say i'm some snobby bitch but if i were to be friendly and all, the rollercoaster ride will start all over again with huge loops in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well what a complexed paragraph, figure out okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm hitting the books soon and definitely HOMEWORK(:&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/30777470-7917784221826043309?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/7917784221826043309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=7917784221826043309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7917784221826043309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7917784221826043309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-super-confused-woohoo-mr-koh.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RatMR0eiDII/AAAAAAAAAIc/2lDYHLX83V0/s72-c/confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-3880165142753227569</id><published>2007-01-15T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T00:19:56.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Currently: WOOHOO-ed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RapUqEeiDHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/v8EAdonjxjk/s1600-h/tounge.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RapUqEeiDHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/v8EAdonjxjk/s320/tounge.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019917816390880370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ahaks, the reason i'm blogging so late is because i was indulging myself with a teen-romance indo movie just now at SCTV, ahaha. The story is deeply romantic and meaningfull, awwww!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;What a fantabulous i had today. Greeted with cheerful smiles by my cute little friends in madrasah and a splendid outing with my beloved family. We headed to raffles city first. There i bought my Wak a purse as her birthday present, she's beem craving for one. Then, with the money i just received i made it a point to reward my mother with something, i bought her KNIVES! Wakaka, weird gift eh! Still, i can use those knives when i'm cooking cos the $1.20 knife is bugging me real bad! I can't slice and chop the onions properly. LOL. So then we trooped to Bugis cos dad wanted to buy his pants there and abang wanted to buy his briefs there, wakaka. I hate when i have to experience the sight of 6packs hot-bods modelling the briefs with oversized dicks, whooops! In the end, i chose the briefs for him. Ate at Waterloo and off we went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I had a conversation with mum just now. I was like asking her why i can't return late and all. So she said, the reason she was very tight with my curfew was due to my granny's nagging and pressure. My granny would basically tell-tale and she would spread false news to all my relatives. It's like if my mom allows me to go home later, she would say my mom is too loose with me and that my mom doesn't know how to take care of her daughter, letting her go WILD. LIKE REAL only. So my mum concluded and told me that, i have to be wise on what time i go home depending on my granny's mood. I find that ridiculous and proposterous. But, oh well, i can't do nothing. So now i know the reason behind those pointless naggings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-3880165142753227569?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/3880165142753227569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=3880165142753227569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3880165142753227569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3880165142753227569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-woohoo-ed-ahaks-reason-im.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RapUqEeiDHI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/v8EAdonjxjk/s72-c/tounge.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-348380140443944360</id><published>2007-01-13T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T23:45:34.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Currently: HA-HAPPY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Raj7XEeiDGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XHZ5FesV79Q/s1600-h/laugh.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Raj7XEeiDGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XHZ5FesV79Q/s320/laugh.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019538158461783138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm feeling oozily happy, unsure why. Maybe due to the excesive eating today. Wakaka. I started the day by going to clementi to meet Jia Qi to return her WALLET. LOLS. I totally forgot bout returning her wallet which she asked me to safekeep it while having the Team Building thingy. Hahaha, she was on her way to meet her bf. So yada yada, went back and rushed to the ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It was frigging bored waiting for my name to be called up, shook hands with mr i-don't-know-who and went off the stage. Wakaka, time to cash the money!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have madrasah tomorrow and its killing me to attend it. I mean socialising with 9 yrs olds, FUH, they are in a whole different universe. It's not that i dislike but 2 hrs listening on their cute crushes at school and all the fun they had makes me miss the old when-my-face-was-oh-so-cute times! *winks*. But their company always thrill me! &amp; i detest the oh-so long bus ride home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I WANNA POOF FROM HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;nights!&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/30777470-348380140443944360?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/348380140443944360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=348380140443944360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/348380140443944360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/348380140443944360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-ha-happy-im-feeling-oozily.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/Raj7XEeiDGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/XHZ5FesV79Q/s72-c/laugh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-7012628844253479492</id><published>2007-01-12T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:27:29.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently-Finely Okay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RadJYEeiDEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8SHAP6AHU6E/s1600-h/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019060987595197506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RadJYEeiDEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8SHAP6AHU6E/s320/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm now sipping teh tarik in front of the comp made by mom. What an unexpecting day today! Wuahaha. No tests and the karangan that i was stressing about was reassured and gone through. Everything was to be postponed to Monday, rawr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today was ultimately fun. After PE we had this team building so called workshop on. It was fun cos we were with 4/4 and 4/5. Before the thing started, me and aishah played the scissors, paper, stone slapping game. GOSH my hands almost died out sak! That girl is purely violent, hehe. So yada yada had some fun before everything started. We played Captain's ball and did an icebreaker(!) or something of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later on we had to be in our groups and come up with 3 meals with the ingredients given. Muahaha, that part i had extreme fun sey! Woohoo! The outcome of our creation were pretty commendable esp our fruity salad! Hehe, it was quite tasty too. The day ended well, wee. Went to Sakura to have lunch with dear yas and very missed Idayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm unsure of tomorrow's plan's. All i'm certain about is i'm collecting the scholarship thing at 2 and then maybe, just maybe going out with dear couz. After receiving the cheque, i shall cash $300. $200 will be given to dad to finish off my debts with him and the other $100 for me and myself, prolly to get new shoes. Huahua, DRAVEN shoes, here i come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;lame-o me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nobody really seen my million subtleties.&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/30777470-7012628844253479492?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/7012628844253479492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=7012628844253479492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7012628844253479492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7012628844253479492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-finely-okay-im-now-sipping.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RadJYEeiDEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/8SHAP6AHU6E/s72-c/wink.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-7145342741721477444</id><published>2007-01-11T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T18:12:06.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Currently: NERVOUS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RaYLn0eiDDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Jr56XmzKiD4/s1600-h/nervous.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RaYLn0eiDDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Jr56XmzKiD4/s320/nervous.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018711613480504370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;School was fine and this time i didn't slept at all! YEAY ME! Today is pretty dull, went home straight. -_____-" I have no absolute idea on how to do my MALAY HOMEWORK. Yasmin suggested that we just don't do and reassure it with her tomorrow BUT i have a bad feeling about the idea. Math's is done. Bio test together with maths: indices test is tomorrow, yeowch! So yada, i'm still brooding over to do or not &amp; i haven't read my bio. I hate when it gets to the extent like this, when i totally have no absolute on what to do. I can bullshit all the way in the essay or reassuring it back with Mdm Safiah. Ahhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/30777470-7145342741721477444?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/7145342741721477444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=7145342741721477444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7145342741721477444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7145342741721477444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/currently-nervous-school-was-fine-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RaYLn0eiDDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Jr56XmzKiD4/s72-c/nervous.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-4095328338388027276</id><published>2007-01-10T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:47:10.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Had anothr long day, phew. School was okay, still, i'm extremely sleepy in class -_-" I don't know why. Mr Hong was trying to be funny, wakaka. After school, me and aisha went to Jurong East to buy the POA O'Level Book which Ms Wong demanded, sheesh. Unfortunately it wasn't available. So we decided to go to Jurong Point assuming it's available there. We bought OCK and ate in the bus from IMM to Boon Lay Interchange which clearly says, NO EATING. Arrived and it was not available too, bummer. Me and her decided to sit down at LJS, i treat her a meal and we shared it due to excessive OCK earlier. We then trooped to Toys R Us. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE TO SELF: NEVER BRING AISHAH TO TOYS R US&lt;/span&gt;. That goo-ed brained missy threw me a &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rubber cockroach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;which was extra large, EEEKS! &amp;amp; she was just playing with everything that comes along the way, wakaka. I did too BUT she, she almost like played with nearly everything in the store. LMAO. HOMEWORK DONE, yafoo. Bio test in next two days, shittos. Ystd's eps of LB was soooo sweet, am watching again tomorrow nite! Hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, i wanna try sleep early to avoid any sleeping in class.&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/30777470-4095328338388027276?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/4095328338388027276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=4095328338388027276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4095328338388027276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4095328338388027276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/had-anothr-long-day-phew.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8130300671135707636</id><published>2007-01-09T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T20:01:47.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;It's 7.51 and i'm bloated from the chilli padi sardines mom cooked. My homework is still left undone. Laguna beach is at 9 and i must WATCH it cos this week's episode is such love. School's fine. The party was postponed and so Cream had to "sleep" at Aishah's place, hehehe. The wheather was such as an ass. My eyes were always attempting to sleep. Then it happened in Maths period. I slept for about a few seconds and woke up with Yiu Wai teasing me -_- . Furthermore i slept late last night and due to the wheather, falling asleep in class is bound to happen. Hanged out in Mac after school and aishah was constantly talking about how cute that  Shazwan is. Hehe, i doubt that was the real spelling. That guy is cute and dissapointingly he's sec 1, bummer. Gosh, this yr's sec 1 batch is full of little dreamboats who soon grew up and become total hotties! DOUBLE  BUMMER! Ahaks, there's a wide variety girls, okay i sound extremely inmature and very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mentel&lt;/span&gt;, eeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao people.&lt;br /&gt;mr maths is waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-8130300671135707636?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8130300671135707636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8130300671135707636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8130300671135707636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8130300671135707636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-7.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8239570784018597558</id><published>2007-01-08T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T22:41:42.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The wheather has been rather kind these few days, all bright and sunny. But my life is constantly pouring with rain and covered with black clouds. I have been sitting and idling staight up the ceiling, thinking of good times. The stonning will end off with tears, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivo with Yas to search for the ultimate gift for Ms F, there'll be a farewell party cum thank-you party by the councillors and all tomorrow after assembly. I undyingly searched for that bear shop called BUILD-A-BEAR workshop. GOSH! That place is total cuteness. It's like a bear factory but better cos you choosse your bear-skin and all. Stuff the wool, air-shower it, pick a recorded message &amp; OUTFIT TOO &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the best is they have this certificate stating their birthdate and all. Ahhh, i love it! Abit pricy but its sucha nice gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought NYPizza, the insensitive cum ill-mannered MAKCIK. She totally has no qualifications to work in the retail business or anything that's got to do with CUSTOMERS. Bought my longed-craved oreo-cheesecake and sat down at the rooftop. Shukri joined and so we left in a venture to find another present, Yas's sis. I recommended a book and specifically an Allure make-up book. That book is an all time female's treasure. Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;TO AISHAH aka SWEETY PIE.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up, if you stop thinking about your kawan's condition, i'm sure everything will be bright. Just live life as per normal and a big BOO to the doc. Only Allah can take away your kawan's soul not the doc. It hurts me so badly to see you so traumatised like this. Our conversations has turn into a crying session. It's not that i loathe it but it hurts me bad. I end up crying listening. I fcuking hate see my friends esp my close friends such as you to be in this state. Cheer up kay babe! love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-8239570784018597558?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8239570784018597558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8239570784018597558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8239570784018597558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8239570784018597558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/wheather-has-been-rather-kind-these-few.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8932396957510493136</id><published>2007-01-07T13:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T17:57:35.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This entry will clearly be about the few yesterdays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I couldn't stand not blogging about it in detailed form as it was my final camp. So here it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5th JAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I was so impatient for classes to end. The thought of being a senior for the Sec 1 camp excites me alot. We would just need to step back a little and let the elects take charge at times. What more, i had a super enthusiastic and FUN class. 2.30 came and they came too. We were introduced as Sec 4s in the hall, ahaks. The day started. Games and icebreakers. Wakaka! Muds and water! YEAY! We got very dirty. The Sec 1s seems to love the dirt. At times my class had to rebel and not co operate. SuperWei Ern helped and we oftenly gave some sense to their brain by slow talking to them. We mass danced our way and i was really glad that they asked me to assure the dance steps. Night came and so we showerd in super fast speed due to time constrain. We sec 4s hanged out in the so called ROOFTOP at GROWkr(lvl4) Munched on goodies bought by aisha's kawan. We shared stuffs and yes, bitch. Shafiq apologised and all. So we talked and talked. Suddenly Jiaqi broke down cos she was watching us doing our thang and said that it was our final camp and her final time seeing us like this. I suddenly burst out crying too. Shafiq and Wei Ern comforted Jiaqi. We all grew tired gradually. Nabeel was coughing his lung's out cos he was so sick. Aisha just fell asleep and so did Yas. We layed on Shafiq's tummy. Hehehe. Then at 5 we planned on getting proper sleep. Nabeel offered his sleeping bag. Me, Aisha and Izyan layed it out and shared with him. When i woke up it was only me and izyan and aisha. I woke up and dragged my feet to see Johan and the others. They were all still awake. Yas and Syu were still asleep. I slept beside Yas and feets were freezing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6 Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Second day came and i was the least excited due to insufficient rest. The elect lost the key when clearly it was in her bag. I wonder where she put her brain and lying skills. She blamed it entirely on Subodh who was inncoent. BITCH, do think next time on how to lie okay.I wasn't showing any happy faces but i did me best. We did the cheer and all. So yada yada. We then had the mass dance competition and danced our butt off cos it was our final moments like dat. We all danced with all 8 classes. My class was superb. We danced with them with high spirits to hyped them up. They were awesome. When cheer came, Luciano and Justin were the best. They were very enthu and so were the class. Me and jiaqi and wei ern were proud of them. Luciano hugged all of us, , ahaha. Then break came and we all slept outside the gallery. I accidentally slept outside the staff room on the table and ms fahizah caught me. So ya, we slept and shafiq caught me sleeping with my mouth open when he was snoring all the way. We got to know we won the mass dance for 2nd place. YEAY! That was an achievement! I must say the camp went very smooth. The day ended with one final mass dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;De-briefing came and everything started. Ms Fahizah's announcement to depart from council. I swore b4 not to cry in public eversince OBS. But i couldnt control it. Jiaqi was sobbing so was leen, sof, aish and a few others. Wei Ern was crying too and shafiq was controlling it with just a few tears. We couldnt help thinking she's leaving! The Sec 4s cried cos we were the ones who bonded with her the most. Those who she defended in some cases were all feelin it. In general we all felt it cos we were the bunch who had several issues which attracted teachers. Tears flow endlessly. FCUK, i'm crying typing out his entry. Pictures were taken. She requested for a cheer but we can't cos we were all bz sobbing. We all went back with a heavy heart. Haslinna me, izyan, syu, shafiq and wei ern were all waiting for the bus stoning. We all kept quiet and sobbed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No more white-headed tudung lady in council.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;sobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-8932396957510493136?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8932396957510493136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8932396957510493136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8932396957510493136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8932396957510493136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-entry-will-clearly-be-about-few.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-950238906972562641</id><published>2007-01-06T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T19:18:21.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm back from vacating from this blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things had happened and i'm glad to share yet i'm not going to be too detailed as i'm just not in the mood. Firstly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEC 1 ORIENTATION CAMP WAS A TOTAL BLAST!&lt;/span&gt; I have made many new young friends who i'll be seeing them daily. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1E6, I LOVE YOU MANY! &lt;/span&gt;from the bottom of my heart &amp; i'm serious and not some fucktard who just recite it to impress the class in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class was abit difficult to handle at FIRST. With help from us seniors esp a special commendation to Wei Ern. He has done a lot for the class being firm yet maintaning his goofy side. I must say his persuasions and advices has dramatically changed the whole class's attitude. They all show respect and attention we need from them. I really salute to Wei Ern for having to change them and giving talks to them. There was also help form Jia QI. All i did was adding on cos they said everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's was only one major thing that extremely pissed me off greatly. The insensitive, stingy and formidable defenses by a grp member of mine, an elect. It was self centered of her to have the limelight all by herself; IT'S NOT YOUR SHOW only. There were 2 other council elects who clearly didn't had the chance to show their leadership potential. WTF. A big BOO to you kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was emotionally disturbed by Ms Fahizah's departure from Student Council. It saddened me alot. She is a wonderful person with a splendid humorous personality. As Sec 4s, we all became emotional wrecks for the day. We cried our hearts out displaying we disagree her departure. I couldn't took it and i brokedown, she did too. My newly ironman shirt is now drenched with tears and a few chicken stains. Nobody and i mean nobody can ever replace Ms Fahizah's place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The adorable guys from 1/6 and the SC made this camp an extra special and undeniably memorable one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-950238906972562641?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/950238906972562641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=950238906972562641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/950238906972562641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/950238906972562641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-back-from-vacating-from-this-blog-of.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-3867271983414597830</id><published>2007-01-03T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T19:17:07.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;YAFOO! First day of school(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&amp; i survived the morning assembly without sleeping! All i got was missed faces and leg cramps! The sec 1s were such darlings. I made a whole lot of new friends. Let me name some that i reaally spent time with, LUCIANO! wakaka! that spanish dude really knows how to crack ppl up. My ever-cute duo, Kenneth; the dimple guy and Jonathan; The chubby one. There was Zul and Rushdi, the adorable malay boys; one dancing non-stop another ones a quacker. Woohoo! I'm loving their presence. For the first time i didn't know how to approach the sweet looking girls. They didn't look welcoming and showed a fearful look. There was an ATTITUDE-BITCH! which i have no interest to entertain. Some were pretty sweet. Maybe tomorrow i shall talk to the other guys and some of the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahaks! &amp;&amp;amp; yes! I hugged Sarene in the morning and i was sooo thrilled to be seeing all my missed friends! RUMOUR has it that i'm sitting nxt to that fcuktard JAMES! AHHH! PLEASE DON'T! It's my major year, i can't afford any company of such! Still, i'm sure he'll be serious but i will still have my doubts! &amp; yah! Thanks Izyan for the cool bracelet! LOVE YOU LOADS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went JP thinking Seoul Garden was there BUT it was replaced with Crystal Jade Restaurant! DAMN! So we just ate at Banquet, wth. Haha at least i was full. Bought Famous Amos and went back home! &amp;amp; Wani's back, yeay! Haha, i miss that girl loads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then i have to tolerate this headache and this sleepiness thats attacking me.&lt;br /&gt;BAHH!&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/30777470-3867271983414597830?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/3867271983414597830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=3867271983414597830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3867271983414597830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3867271983414597830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/yafoo-first-day-of-school-i-survived.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-9037463439158151490</id><published>2007-01-02T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:55:58.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A few more hours and holidays are officially OVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WAKAKAKA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;DUSH! It means the mugging has to start all over again. Early bus rides with the newly Zen V plus plugged to my ears  &amp; the wait for 189. Familliar faces will appear at the 189-bustop. Its all starting all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Whoosh, time flies babeh. I miss those singing sessions with Jiafeng and me eating bread in the early morning with Ria &amp; Amran there. Woohoo! I miss my friends &amp;amp; i'm meeting them tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;GOODBYE PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;happy schooling.&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/30777470-9037463439158151490?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/9037463439158151490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=9037463439158151490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/9037463439158151490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/9037463439158151490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/few-more-hours-and-holidays-are.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8991841763806722612</id><published>2007-01-02T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T13:00:05.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;A random entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I forgot a few people &amp; i so i dug their picture(s) up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Firstly ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOM&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sadly i don't have nice nice pictures of them. Wakaka! But i treasure them &amp; they are are the ones who brought me up. Cliche' i know but  PARENTS are total love no matter how they get on your nerves and fcuked up your life, they are still your prettyheads which watched you grow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZnkVx9g_EI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XbL8p8QBgJs/s1600-h/SP_A0443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZnkVx9g_EI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XbL8p8QBgJs/s320/SP_A0443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015290722893495362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRO&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No matter how pesky and annoying and irritating this guy gets on my nerves and my life, he's still my only sibling and BROTHER. Without his presence i wouldn't know a thing about the IT blah blah &amp; all the cool cool songs he blasts every morning to itch my ears and wake me up. He's done a lot for me such as defending me against a bully at school when we were in the same primary school. THANKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZnkih9g_FI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4KCkH0xPdI8/s1600-h/SP_A0449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZnkih9g_FI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4KCkH0xPdI8/s320/SP_A0449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015290941936827474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ahaks, i found anthr pic of this prettyhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;wakaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i'll update more later at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;toodles readers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-8991841763806722612?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8991841763806722612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8991841763806722612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8991841763806722612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8991841763806722612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZnkVx9g_EI/AAAAAAAAAG8/XbL8p8QBgJs/s72-c/SP_A0443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-5981540128392162604</id><published>2007-01-01T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T19:14:01.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;FINALLY the time and mood to upload this pics and write this entry. I spent the last hour making collages of the pictures i took ystd. Wakaka, i'm sorry if you are blinded by black and whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; yah&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, washed up and make-ed up. Cabbed GrandDad's place to send the yummy foods mom cooked. I met my dad and bro there and we trooped down to NUH to visit WakJai. Not long, WakYah,AbgFarid &amp; dear Kaktutit came. Cabbed back home with Kaktutit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;We ate and CAMWHORED(: Muahaha! Surprsingly not only us but Granny too! Yada Yada, kaktutit drew my eyes &amp; i'm loving it! Sadly the ZA eyeliner i bought the other month has shorten in a flash! RAWWR!. That obviously means i have to burn my money to buy another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaktutit had to leave early to some reception her idiotic-dickhead boss made. Wakaka! Sent her off and back to the tv plus coke routine. Not long after, my other relatives came, the fuck-ed up ones. SORRY! Ate, laugh, chatter and teases. The day came to an end &amp;amp; i was dead tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZjnRB9g_AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gR8ISTNmkY0/s1600-h/collage3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZjnRB9g_AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gR8ISTNmkY0/s320/collage3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015012464847289346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The goo-ed brained granddaughter and her granny.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZjm4h9g--I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FhYIT5l9ftY/s1600-h/collage1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZjm4h9g--I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FhYIT5l9ftY/s320/collage1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015012043940494306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Collage No. 1&lt;br /&gt;WE WERE BORED(:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZjm4x9g-_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/aruRuL2YVRs/s1600-h/collage2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZjm4x9g-_I/AAAAAAAAAF8/aruRuL2YVRs/s320/collage2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015012048235461618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Collage No.2&lt;br /&gt;I like this one(:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZjnRR9g_BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kn3F77LFHbM/s1600-h/granny+n+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZjnRR9g_BI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kn3F77LFHbM/s320/granny+n+me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015012469142256658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GRANNY: I LOVE HER DEEPLY, I MAY BITCH BOUT HER HERE IN THE BLOG BUT SHE'S THE GREATEST. WE MAY OFTEN HAVE COMPLICATIONS IN OUR DAILY LIVES BUT I WOULDN'T KNOW HOW TO SURVIVE WITHOUT HER PRESENCE IN MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZjnRR9g_CI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3vKVqNKirSo/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZjnRR9g_CI/AAAAAAAAAGU/3vKVqNKirSo/s320/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015012469142256674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp; HER [ KAK2TIT COUZ ]&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS MY TRUE SISTER. HER REAL NAME IS DAHLIA BUT SO WHAT I CALL HER KAKTUTIT, I'VE BEEN CALLING HER THAT SINCE I WAS SMALL. WE CONFIDE IN EACH OTHER AND SHARE/SOLVE OUR PROBLEMS TOGETHER. HER PRESENCE MEANS SO MUCH! &amp;amp; I MISS THOSE LATE NIGHT OUTINGS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROT, ATE, WATCH TV AND BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;I SAW A RAINBOW, a huge one tooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZjsjB9g_DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/k1jgND7tIHo/s1600-h/rainbow1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZjsjB9g_DI/AAAAAAAAAGc/k1jgND7tIHo/s320/rainbow1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015018271643073586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I hope the pics didn't make you nauseous. Ahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;toodles lovelies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-5981540128392162604?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/5981540128392162604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=5981540128392162604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5981540128392162604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/5981540128392162604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2007/01/finally-time-and-mood-to-upload-this.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZjnRB9g_AI/AAAAAAAAAGE/gR8ISTNmkY0/s72-c/collage3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-4160336050468971008</id><published>2006-12-30T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T14:07:57.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Baahh! I'm bored (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i'm turning to this blog to keep me busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, i was awoken abruptly by the irritating alarm. &amp;amp; it was not mine but Dad's. RAWWR! It was like 5 i think. Yada yada went back to sleep. A few moments later, prayer calls. SLEPT LIKE A PIG. Suddenly i heard chatters ard 10 liddat. It was Yayi Sandip, grans little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Bro jumped on me when i was still enjoying my beauty sleep. God, he weighs a ton! He told me Yayi Sandip havent went home yet and all. Ahaks, grans and him were conversing in the kitchen. I shall call it Conversation of Ultimate Crap! What do you get from a 80 yr old chick and a 70 yr old dude? The outcome of the conversation they had is total crap, seriously. The worst thing that could happen is being stucked in the middle of their conversation.  -_________-" That wasn't ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yada yada, i went to Bro's room. Wakaka, we spent good quality time watching YouTube. Videos from The Sounds, Billy Talent (oh-so-cute), Scary Kids Scaring Kids &amp; some japanese band. &amp;amp; so i decided to go salam-ed Yayi Sandip. I'm telling you, that guy is pure sarcasm &amp; i shan't elaborate why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro is out of the house prolly to go out. He is contemplating on buying an electric guitar. Ahaks &amp;amp; guess who have to share the price. ME! Being a loyal sis, i'll be contributing. -_______-" Well never the mind. I can't face the fact that tomorrow is Hari Raya Haji. BLOOD, KAMBINGS &amp; kambing-smelled PAKCIKS. Ogay, that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sounded a little too gory :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2 more days to 2007. WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Dashboard Confessional and +44 has been keeping my ears company. It's been months since i hear them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting today, again.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm loving it.&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/30777470-4160336050468971008?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/4160336050468971008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=4160336050468971008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4160336050468971008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4160336050468971008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2006/12/baahh-im-bored-im-turning-to-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-6990701676549953297</id><published>2006-12-29T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T10:10:55.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My eyes aren't ready to close yet. Bro is snuggling the bolster in his la-la land. I just felt like blogging. Currently chatting with dear couz and kyn. Its 1151 pm. I visited wak jai just now. He looked so lonely and gave that persistent look for company always, if only we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; fcuk to some blood related relatives who are unwillingly to visit him. I feel like sucking up razorblades up their assholes! &amp;amp; yah! that secret will hurt one's feeling if you don't tell them. Hopeless bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the crude language but if only i had the power to say all those nasty stuffs to them. Oh well, forget anything i typed out just now. I'm sipping my tea hoping to fall asleep. Wakaka. Back to m&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y visit, there were my mackciks, my couzs and ah-nerds. There was constant teases by dear abg farid-couz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; tomorrow shall be spent in the hospital during evening with the company of kaktutit-couz.&lt;br /&gt;yeay yeay!&lt;br /&gt;we shall indulge ourselves with something at Delifraance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready to sleep(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-6990701676549953297?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/6990701676549953297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=6990701676549953297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6990701676549953297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/6990701676549953297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-eyes-arent-ready-to-close-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-4407802998720047808</id><published>2006-12-29T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T13:52:36.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Woohoo. Back after 2 days of not ranting about my oh-so bland life. Allt thanks to the earthquake in Taiwan but i can't blame it cos that'll mean i'm blaming God. Finally the pesky brother of mine is out of the room. I need PRIVACY kay! &amp; i'm suspecting that he knows i have a blog. Ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well, I've been quite caught up with a few things. My dear wakjai has gone through the sugery with ease &amp;amp; i've been visiting him. I have snipped off my hair. WAKAKAA, layered bob. &amp; i have bought my school bag. Yeay yeay!  I guess i'm ready for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the bag ystd with mum, dad and bro. Arrived at heeren ard  8ish. Thanks to bro we arrived late. He came home from cycling late! So yah, dad was waiting for us already. I had to wander around heeren cos i've forgot where the shop is. Vuaalaa, found it and bought it. Dad was hungry, we went to Garuda again &amp; gosh the handsome waiters weren't working.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Aiyah wrong day, teehee.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;As for today, i'll be collecting my specs. Waahaha and then to visit my wak. I can't believe school is starting next week. No more waking up till late and staying up till very very late and no more rotting. Next two days is hari raya haji and wakjai is at hospital. Another member is missing due to some issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes! Thanks to Bella! &lt;3 i do not need to go Borders, Paperchase to search for nice notebooks! Ahha! LOVE YOU VERY MUCH bella. Well, gtg. I promised that brother of mine i'll be done by 2 &amp; i've yet to go do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles darlings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-4407802998720047808?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/4407802998720047808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=4407802998720047808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4407802998720047808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4407802998720047808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2006/12/woohoo_29.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-4633509370636293853</id><published>2006-12-26T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:09:42.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ae_5kdx7nYM"&gt;FALL OUT BOY new video(:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO WATCH(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AHH, i'm so in love with PETE wentz. Isn't that old news?&lt;br /&gt;Hee, he looks totally hot in this vid esp the part where he models.&lt;br /&gt;FEE-YUU-WEET(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-4633509370636293853?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/4633509370636293853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=4633509370636293853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4633509370636293853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/4633509370636293853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2006/12/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-3732115898202442684</id><published>2006-12-26T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:18:10.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yafoo! Just now was a blasting good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the upsetting and dissapointing wheather condition, SENTOSA trip was cancelled. What a bummer! Yada, yada. I woke up at 8.30 for nothing! Still we decided to go to oh-so boring VIVO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company was so kecoh with the presence of dear shafiq! Met them at 12 but poor Johan, Ahmad and Fadd had arrived earlier i guess. Huahuahua, Jiaqi was the last to arrive. We then POOF from there excluding Fadd and Johan. Johan had to go collect his cellphone. Yada yada, we board the bus! &amp; goddamn we were kecoh-rable inside the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;Arrived and we got very hungry. We bought Old Chang Kee and ate a little. Soon Johan and Fadd soon arrived and we went to EAT. &amp; yes! we dropped by TOYS R US. Hee, ate at Long John, woohoo. We soon got very very bored with Vivo. We then went to the arcade. Firstly Shafiq played the snowboarding game and me and yasmin played racing. Soon enough, we landed ourselves at the Air-Hockey table. ARRRGH. Nabeel, Harith, Ahmad &amp;amp; Hilmi suddenly popped out of nowhere. Me and Ahmad(tinggi) played against Shafiq and Yasmin-turned-Nabeel. WE LOST(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabeel and gang went to eat. Jiaqi had to leave early. The rest decided to go BOWL(: WOOHOO! We went to the west bowl. Johan, Ahmad and Shafiq claimed that they were losers at it. BUT HELL NO. They striked first. Shafiq was a BLUEK at first suddenly turned PRO-bowler. &amp; once he tried to swing the ball it went backwards. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasib tak tercampak jauh! &lt;/span&gt;After the first game, i had to leave and yasmin too. Second game, Fadd played! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WOHOO! She was good, action jek tak tau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAD HELL-FUN(:&lt;br /&gt;THANKS GUYS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PICTURES&lt;/span&gt;, woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZECWZkbaRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MFrEiuYs-9w/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZECWZkbaRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MFrEiuYs-9w/s320/Picture+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012790444084128018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZECWZkbaSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FIQnNMGish4/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZECWZkbaSI/AAAAAAAAAEs/FIQnNMGish4/s320/Picture+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012790444084128034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RZEB-pkbaPI/AAAAAAAAAEU/nL7p7Lib9NQ/s1600-h/Picture+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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My dad is not going anywhere. I don't blame him anyway the shops are closed too. *DUSH*  &amp; that kookoo-gundu head brother of mine is not home yet. WTH! As said by my couz, if we us girls were in his shoes, they would call for a search-party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean its like from ystd late-afternoon till NOW, he's not back. KENTOT btol. Everybody at home (nyayi, mum and wak) are so fcuking calm about it. *DUSH* They will babble when he's not around but once he's home, he'll be embraced with HUGS&amp;amp;KISSES, dickhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make a stand to my mum seyy! GRR! Why does he get away with everything besides he's a guy part. I guess these are the disadvantages of being a girl. *DUSH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeay yeay, tomorrow is set. I wonder who will be present. Ahha i hope the WHACK bunch will. Wooohooo!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &amp; to my darling wak jai, i hope the operation runs very smoothly kay. I'll pray hard(: &lt;/span&gt;I don't care but i'm getting my oreo cheesecake tomorrow, nothing is gonna stop me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWWR! When is that dickhead coming home. I can't stand the happiness and relax-state of everybody in this home. It's like surrounding me and killing me very very softly! SHIT! In my case at 6.30 the whole house will turn upside down and gone berserk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This true-example of mine defies the unbalanced treatment between the 2 gender. &amp;amp; fcuk, the only thing that makes us different is they have dicks &amp; we have vaginas.  -________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-3045755521023543013?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/3045755521023543013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=3045755521023543013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3045755521023543013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/3045755521023543013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2006/12/great-my-dad-is-not-going-anywhere.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-8856889485614529197</id><published>2006-12-24T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:47:03.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HOHOHO(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for the cheerful intro. I typically spent the day in front of that 25inch television all day long. Bro is out for BBQ and will be back tomorrow morning. Imagine me asking my mum for that! Ahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUNNY BUNNY! I'm gonna kill you for spilling that out! Hahaahaa! Thank god! When i'm online, my lovelies were online too. Chat with couzs, HUNNY BUNNY and that dickhead harith, asking me for booklist. Ahha! I still can't believe school is opening super-soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply i chat with hunny bunny on how we are gonna cut our hair. Hoho! I know CUTECUTE nadh has cut-ed her hair. I wanna see! I must say she is good with hairstyles *applause* .  My mp3 hanged ystd! GOSH! &amp; bro was there to help. YEAY YEAY! Fcuk i should have wait for him to come back the other day cos he recommended me a SANSA product. WAY COOL! *DUSH* me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If dad is not going out tomorrow, i'm gonna be speechless. I'll be fcuking bored at home! RAWWR! Haaa! I've yet to buy my jalan shoes! Anyone knows where i can get GOLDEN-yellow converse??  Haha! I'm left with a lil bit of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;How stupid-er can i get.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so embarassed.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-8856889485614529197?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/8856889485614529197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=8856889485614529197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8856889485614529197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/8856889485614529197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-hohoho-sorry-for.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-2311246745652001425</id><published>2006-12-23T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T21:35:12.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Woooots! I had my spectacles made ystd. I typically chose the plain black-thin-plastic rimmed specs. I detest those fancy coloured ones, to me, it looks like candy around my eyes if i wore it. I'm a plain jane(: It'll be ready before Hari Raya Haji, hahaha! Yeay me! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per usual, the degrees and estigues of my eyes increased! by 50. Bah! I'm merely blind, muahaha. I don't want to use contacts cos i'll look fugly and super weird.  Ghee! Well i'm gonna collect it on this upcoming friday. I've yet to buy my school bag and prolly pencil case. Haa! I have a dozen of pencil cases at home,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt; ahha. mom always nag when i'm, gonna buy one! *dush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is not working on Monday, a reason to celebrate. Haa, so prolly we'll go outs and maybe go buy my bag if the shop's is open, which i doubt so. Stationeries and shoes are settled, ahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a video of Cute is what we aim for. The vocalist( e one in red), Shaant acted freakishly weird like Paul 2Hill seyy! Hahaha, i'm thinking that Paul was oh-so inspired by him. Ahahha! Even they share the same hairstyle! The way he performed was so similar to Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RY0vl5kbaCI/AAAAAAAAACo/oWiu2MT6d1I/s1600-h/Cute_is_What_We_Aim_For--large-msg-116684083069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RY0vl5kbaCI/AAAAAAAAACo/oWiu2MT6d1I/s320/Cute_is_What_We_Aim_For--large-msg-116684083069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011714288488507426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Psst! &amp; he's like sooo cute! Ahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;BYEBYE((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-2311246745652001425?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/2311246745652001425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=2311246745652001425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/2311246745652001425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/2311246745652001425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2006/12/woooots-i-had-my-spectacles-made-ystd.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_D0rHnx45xUU/RY0vl5kbaCI/AAAAAAAAACo/oWiu2MT6d1I/s72-c/Cute_is_What_We_Aim_For--large-msg-116684083069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-2041359605161988856</id><published>2006-12-22T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:33:58.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;I'm super delighted and extremely overjoyed that nowadays i'm having fun with the company of my peeps. SEC 1 REGISTRATION was okay okay laa. I can't deny that it was as fun as the previous years. For example, this round, my job is pathetic! that is holding the flipchart. Being lazy i swapped duties with Johan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah! It was such a bore at hall &amp; so i headed to selling of BOOK/UNIFORM at lvl 1. Goodness! Yasmin, Haslinna and Sofya were deeply crazy about this spanish sec 1 called LEMUS eh? Ahha, they were like totally mad over him! As for me, i saw this cute sec 1 who completely looked like my primary sch friend, Daanish. Kakakaka! But this sec1 guy was uber cute with his specs and hairdo. Haaa! DREAM ON FYDA(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole thing, we decided to head to CHEESE PRATA SHOP. Let me list out the people ehh! Shafiq, Nabeel, Johan, Ahmad.U, Jiaqi, ME(: , Yasmin, Aishah, Syuhadah, Fatimah &amp;amp; Nurvy! Kaka, a whack bunch i tell you! We were making a whole lot of noise in the bus! I had a blast! WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; i can't wait for this upcoming tuesday SENTOSA trip. I reaally hope i can make it! Ahhaa!&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my movie-date with paternal couzes! weee! Next week will be hell fun sehhs! AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i'm making new specs later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES(:&lt;br /&gt;just two, ahah the first one was candid and 2nd one, ahaha, them being them(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RYt5tJkbaAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MHPNyS5KKfY/s1600-h/SP_A0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RYt5tJkbaAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MHPNyS5KKfY/s320/SP_A0429.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011232826949593090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alamak, semua ketawa, si Ahmad stone [:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RYt5tZkbaBI/AAAAAAAAACY/e_tetzOw9X8/s1600-h/SP_A0430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RYt5tZkbaBI/AAAAAAAAACY/e_tetzOw9X8/s320/SP_A0430.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011232831244560402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awww(:&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! The funtobewith duo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-2041359605161988856?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/2041359605161988856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=2041359605161988856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/2041359605161988856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/2041359605161988856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-super-delighted-and-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RYt5tJkbaAI/AAAAAAAAACQ/MHPNyS5KKfY/s72-c/SP_A0429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-2949567522035007441</id><published>2006-12-21T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:02:47.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm currently extremely BORED(:  So i shall start blah-ing bout ANYTHING. I managed to find all the study essentials for next year &amp; most importantly my bio stuffs! Gagagaga! Seems that my mom will be indulging me with glorious food today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly i was woken up by the chattering of mom, nyayi, wak and the tv. -.- . Only i knew mum bought breakfast! So i brushed my teeth and ate mine while watching Tv with mum and nyayi. &amp;amp; yes i bathed after that! Kakakaka! Then mum said she wants to buy nasi campur, fine by me. &amp; at night she is cooking noodles. HOW YUMMY(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wheather is so chilling and oh-so delightful. I slept with my hoodie ystd night. Grr, it was shockingly very very very COLD. I'm loving this wheather oh-so much man! I can snuggle to sleep like any moment. *Dush* That'll make me fat. So what, i'm not that insecure about my weight. School's opening in 2 weeks time and P.E will be undeniably torturing ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what has got into my teeny-weeny brain. I've been constantly listening to Jessica Simpson's " I belong to me" and Danity Kane's "Ride dor you". Chey chey, fyda dengar lagu gini macam, heehee. Forget Jessica's bimbotic look but that song, Ahhhh, the lyrics is making sense, for once. As for Danity Kane, it  make sense too. Usually singers liddat compose songs which only rhymes but don't make a sense at ALL. I must give credits to them man. But i'm not laterally transfered to liking songs of that type of genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing with me is i listen to lyrics rather then the TUNE. So when you decide on listening to a song, try to attentively hear the lyrics. Good lyrics makes good songs. CHEY CHEY ^__^~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEC 1 REGISTRATION is tomorrow! Yeay yeay! I hereby welcome those kiddos to Kent Ridge. Chey, cam principal jek aku nie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye fellow bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;The sudden chill of the wheather and the temptation of having the tea mom just made for me has mute my brain to add on anymore things to this entry. BYEBYE((:&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/30777470-2949567522035007441?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/2949567522035007441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=2949567522035007441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/2949567522035007441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/2949567522035007441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-currently-extremely-bored-so-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-7417335253070186598</id><published>2006-12-20T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:32:38.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Since i have loads of free time. I shall spent time with my blog. I figured that i didn't want to blog bout anything today. Instead, i changed my mind(:  Had a wow-wow fun with Council. Mass-dancing was such bliss! Well blah blah. There's nothing much to rant about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had super duper fun chatting with Nadh(: That kiut-kiut! Kekekeke! Must chat with her more, such a confiding and affable gal! Heee! We should hang out man! DAMN my curfew -__-".  Yah yah, Ms fahizah has constantly reminding us about the BIO TEST next year. Give it a rest will you, i still need to find that damn YELLOW FILE(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry bestie, your secret was out. I tried(:  I have a few resolutions in mind but i won't tell. Mine's only. &amp; yes i have a few lists of things i need to buy. This time its not shopping for clothes cos that is done rather i have to shop for stationeries and stuffs for next year. &amp;amp; a TO-DO list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINGS TO GET(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school bag&lt;br /&gt;pencil case, hee&lt;br /&gt;diary/notebook&lt;br /&gt;PENS and more pens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THINGS TO DO(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find my bio file&lt;br /&gt;start cracking on my BIO&lt;br /&gt;DO A TREASURE HUNT on my last year's study materials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; i better start now.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao darlings(((:&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/30777470-7417335253070186598?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/7417335253070186598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=7417335253070186598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7417335253070186598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7417335253070186598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2006/12/since-i-have-load-of-free-time.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-722100997297339990</id><published>2006-12-19T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T22:58:23.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RYf5GJkbZ_I/AAAAAAAAACE/bv_MvijhWbE/s1600-h/cuteness.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RYf5GJkbZ_I/AAAAAAAAACE/bv_MvijhWbE/s320/cuteness.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010246994516207602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Couz did this. Yeay yeay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a super duper fun and wet day! Kakakaka! Spent with SC, again. This time it was extra extra fun laaa. The Mass Dance was GEREK(: I HAD FUN(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we danced, danced till 12+. &amp; so Shafiq cancel the PIC-KE-NIC. Duh, it was raining. Izie and Aishah were like begging him to go. Ahaha, they didn't care bout the RAIN at all! Ahahah! So we landed ourselves at WCP Mac &amp;amp; Shafiq became a PIMP(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly Yasmin was the clown and Shafiq was just being himself, CLOWNY too. Otw back. The rain was being nasty. We all shared umbrellas, Fiq with Aisha. They both shared and unfortunately their umbrella kinda "terbalik". We were like idiots (Me, Aish, Shafiq, Yas, Izyan, Syu, Herleen, Sof) walking back to shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end we were all drenched cos we had too much fun walking and shouting and laughing at the littlest things. Hahaha, anthr great day tomorrow i hope. Most of the people are not gonna be there. Ahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well.&lt;br /&gt;Night Night(:&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/30777470-722100997297339990?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/722100997297339990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=722100997297339990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/722100997297339990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/722100997297339990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2006/12/couz-did-this.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D0rHnx45xUU/RYf5GJkbZ_I/AAAAAAAAACE/bv_MvijhWbE/s72-c/cuteness.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-768037853484093607</id><published>2006-12-18T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:11:15.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;WOOHOO. At last this fcuking internet is co-operating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Had a very very wet and FUN FUN day(: Spent with wonderful SC(: Adrian! You idiot, chase me the whole canteen and threw that water balloon! We were waddling like penguins and running like total fcuktards! Yasmin toooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The games were commendable yet needs more improvement. Chey chey! I hope my group stays as it is the one with Sof, JiaQi and Izyan(: Yeay yeay! With Jiaqi around we'll all be hyper. I'm psyched about this friday(: The Sec 1 registration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I really want to see the new faces of Kent Ridge, gagagaga! I reaally hope i can go tomorrow laaa. DADDY? CAN? &amp; freak, i want cheesecake badly!! Hahahahahaha! Well i wanna turn in early! Must wake up early, shits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Bye dear viewers(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-768037853484093607?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/768037853484093607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=768037853484093607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/768037853484093607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/768037853484093607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2006/12/woohoo.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30777470.post-7429420806069725029</id><published>2006-12-17T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T23:46:02.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;I came across a very ridiculous THING which aisha showed me. One word i can describe it is CHILDISH. Whatever. Abg is finally out of the house. Wooohooo. Spent the day with dear TV and the phone with aisha. That girl never fails to crack me up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided after SC, we are going to VIVO. Just to enjoy the breeze if it's not raining and indulge in glorious food. Ahaha! I'm craving for cheesecake(: She and her LJS dessert pie. We decided we just gonna chill down and chomp on FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll turn in soon enough. I woke up really late just now around 5 mins to 1(: Slept late last night, watched some Thailand ghost story till 2.30 with mom. So yada yada. Must wake up early tomorrow, DAMN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeee(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30777470-7429420806069725029?l=thedelicatetone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/feeds/7429420806069725029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30777470&amp;postID=7429420806069725029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7429420806069725029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30777470/posts/default/7429420806069725029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thedelicatetone.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-came-across-very-ridiculous-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>the recital of a girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15837004292671497283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
