<?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-2308723411367306222</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:01:47.244-08:00</updated><category term='Neighbours quarreling.'/><category term='Cassia suka pantat Ainur. HAHA.'/><category term='taylor swift =] Oh'/><category term='wtb.'/><category term='highlight the text to view the blanks.'/><category term='TEEHEE.'/><category term='should I change this blogskin?'/><category term='iloveanimalfarm'/><category term='the rest of the photos on facebook.'/><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308723411367306222.post-1322290170679714294</id><published>2010-09-04T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T09:02:32.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't fake it anymore. I'm not okay and never will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-1322290170679714294?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1322290170679714294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wont-fake-it-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/1322290170679714294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/1322290170679714294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-wont-fake-it-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-6084021866846192535</id><published>2010-07-26T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T03:11:19.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F.M.L</title><content type='html'>FMLFMLFMLFMLFML-.-&lt;br /&gt;School has been shitty, and is driving me nuts. &lt;br /&gt;I've been holding back my anger for a while and tried to be patient, but I can't now. My patience has its limit too. &lt;br /&gt;*warning*&lt;br /&gt;the following paragraph contains some vulgar words. Viewer discretion is advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok all joking aside, I HATE TERM 3 VERY VERY FUCKING MUCH. &lt;br /&gt;I'm stressed because of the crazy schoolwork and I've been crying myself to sleep. And guess what, I've never done so in my 15 years of life before term 3 began. Also, sitting at the back of the "better" corner of the class is already something that I've kept up with so far, but it gets on my nerves when some bitch changed my seating position just like that, without asking me first. If the place is at the back but in the middle of the class I wouldn't have strongly objected but, excuse me? The CORNER, AGAIN? And oh, it's the "worse" corner of the class. Hell, no. Who does she think she is anyway. If it is a seating arrangement for the class, then it should be discussed with the class right there and then, not draw up some fucked up sitting plan, ask those she thought of as v.i.ps and approach those that she thought of the non-v.i.ps with a fait accompli. I've had enough of bullshit to clear up this year already, I don't need another one to add on to my misery. Oh that's just a class matter, I haven't start with my sister. She's a thousand times more annoying than the annoying orange..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. turns out that blogging is not enough to vent my anger. I need counselling or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-6084021866846192535?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/6084021866846192535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/07/fml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/6084021866846192535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/6084021866846192535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/07/fml.html' title='F.M.L'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-4274088886452861504</id><published>2010-07-16T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T04:31:13.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, I'm here to update.</title><content type='html'>So, recently, &lt;strong&gt;something&lt;/strong&gt; made me hate &lt;strong&gt;odd&lt;/strong&gt; numbers, especially &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. If you're observant enough, you would be able to know why. Oh well .&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just read a book about &lt;strong&gt;friendship&lt;/strong&gt;. Here's a quote that I like, taken from the book:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;In the cookies of life, friends are the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;chocolate chips"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, a batch or two of those cookies &lt;strong&gt;might not be as nice-tasting&lt;/strong&gt; as the other batches you have eaten, but you can always eat those cookies accompanied with a glass of milk to balance the flavour (:&lt;br /&gt;Get it? Get it? :D&lt;br /&gt;K honestly, I'm supposed to be ranting on and onafter that second line of the post, but the upbeat songs that I was listening to while typing this post lightened my mood by a few shades! Hahahhaa. &lt;em&gt;This is why I love Ke$ha &amp;amp; Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-4274088886452861504?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4274088886452861504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-im-here-to-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/4274088886452861504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/4274088886452861504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-im-here-to-update.html' title='Hello, I&apos;m here to update.'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-5763507232159177825</id><published>2010-06-06T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:39:31.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The philosophy behind humanistic psychology is that each individual is ultimately responsible for his own behaviour and possesses the ability within himself to change and to undergo personal growth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-5763507232159177825?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5763507232159177825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/06/philosophy-behind-humanistic-psychology.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5763507232159177825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5763507232159177825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/06/philosophy-behind-humanistic-psychology.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-9085780366613413608</id><published>2010-05-13T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T08:56:47.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I last posted. I've been busy mugging for exams :X but now that it's over, I've been mostly stoning at home...so unproductive and lazy and BORED. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, moving on. You know I like chatting on msn right, there's this person I often chat to, and let's call that person x. Lets talk more about x.. hmm, x is rather sensitive. A little too sensitive. Oh, and sometimes, I get this feeling that x is deliberately trying to make our convo awkward :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good example would be..&lt;br /&gt;x: you know about asdhhjkhdsbfb right, I think she's so pretty, awesome, etcetc&lt;br /&gt;me: ohmy ikr, then do you know that asjhdkhkh is an african and not american?&lt;br /&gt;x: you tryin' to be racist?&lt;br /&gt;me: no...&lt;br /&gt;x: don't be such a racist, she has feelings too&lt;br /&gt;me: what the hell?&lt;br /&gt;x : *goes on ranting about racism in a serious manner, as if lecturing me*&lt;br /&gt;me: ...&lt;br /&gt;Btw, x wasn't joking there.. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was something like that.&lt;br /&gt;So, I told x I'm going to bed and signed out.&lt;br /&gt;The next day, x would chat to me like, like, a normal person would. So I'm like, whaaaaat? And x even told me racist jokes.. weird much? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I..I.....IWANNAGOONANAWESOMEHOLIDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;well that's random, but I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;I.WANT.AN.AWESOME.LAST.ENJOYABLE.JUNE.HOLS.BEFORE.THE.DAMN.O.LEVEL.HEADSTART.STARTS.IN.THE.COMING.HOLIDAYS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-9085780366613413608?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/9085780366613413608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-awhile-since-i-last-posted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/9085780366613413608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/9085780366613413608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/05/its-been-awhile-since-i-last-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-2801455298156960114</id><published>2010-04-18T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T03:55:48.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Friday.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went early to CJC by bus.&lt;br /&gt;I got caught in a bad traffic jam.&lt;br /&gt;I missed four bus stops on my way to CJC.&lt;br /&gt;I ran back and forth asking people and they told me all sorts of directions I could take.&lt;br /&gt;I followed them all.&lt;br /&gt;I got lost.&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing jeans.&lt;br /&gt;I was sweating like mad.&lt;br /&gt;I freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;I called 62551111 but no one answered.&lt;br /&gt;I spotted an available cab and waved frantically to the driver.&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way to CJC (:&lt;br /&gt;I reached CJC.&lt;br /&gt;I went inside the hall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The charity concert was awesome it made me feel like this :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-2801455298156960114?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/2801455298156960114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/2801455298156960114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/2801455298156960114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/04/friday.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-5591708028134873424</id><published>2010-03-17T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T06:45:25.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you feel sad and empty, who do you turn to?&lt;br /&gt;When you feel mad and angry, who calms you down and relieves you?&lt;br /&gt;When you feel confused and puzzled, who helps you to understand the matter?&lt;br /&gt;When you feel burdened and tired, who offers you some help?&lt;br /&gt;When you feel disappointed and discouraged, who cheers you up?&lt;br /&gt;When you feel like crying, &lt;strong&gt;who lends you a shoulder to cry on&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;It feels like I have no answer for all those questions.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;These questions are just what I have recently thought about, and well, it's a realization that sometimes I don't really have anybody I could rely upon.. I scrolled up and down the list of names in my phone contact list.. and asked myself who I could share my thoughts with, and realized, that I don't really know who to sms/call. If I had thought of those questions like some time ago, I could confidently name a few for the answers. Now?&lt;br /&gt;It's not the same, sadly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Losing my ground- Fergie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't know what day it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What's going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is this real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oh no, no, no, no, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[Verse One]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I woke up short of breath, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but I've still got a long day ahead of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't know what day it is but tell me 'cuz I gotta know who to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Is this me up in the mirror? 'Cuz I thought it was somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well it's a realization, when you find out you don't even wanna look at yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where do I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who do I turn to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm losing my ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who am I now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where does it end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How did it all begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm losing my ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[Verse Two]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, hit my feet, it time to hit the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And get my life back together again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, this place is all a masquerade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So tell me where in line can I cut in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Downtown wandering aimlessly around still don't know what I'm tryin' to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well you could flash all the pretty lights in front of me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I still won't see the signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where do I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Qhat do I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who do I turn to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm losing my ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who am I now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where does it end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How did it all begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm losing my ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm losing my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm losing my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm losing my ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where do I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What do I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why do I do this to myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't wanna go back there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't wanna go back there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where do I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What do I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who do I turn to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm losing my ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who am I now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Where does it end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;How did it all begin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm losing my ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm losing my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm losing my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'm losing my ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-5591708028134873424?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5591708028134873424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-you-feel-sad-and-empty-who-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5591708028134873424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5591708028134873424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-you-feel-sad-and-empty-who-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-1194283199283536480</id><published>2010-03-06T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T07:36:04.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm updating...</title><content type='html'>I watched Alice in Wonderland !! xD It's a nice movie, I recommend you ppl to go watch it. It's interesting. Johny Depp rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, my blog, yes it's pathetic. So plain, so dead. Too bad, I'm too lazy to change the blogskin. At least I update.. heh. I've been in a catatonic state lately. This life is a little boring..so routinized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps on how to live like Stevani:&lt;br /&gt;1. wake up&lt;br /&gt;2. get ready for school&lt;br /&gt;3. go to school&lt;br /&gt;4. finish school&lt;br /&gt;5. go home/cca&lt;br /&gt;6. eat/bathe&lt;br /&gt;7. do homework&lt;br /&gt;8. some hours on laptop&lt;br /&gt;9. go sleep&lt;br /&gt;10. REPEAT STEPS ONE TO 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORING BORING BORING. I occasionaly go out though. Like today.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot how my life used to be before I came to Sec school. All I could remember was my happy childhood days. So filled with joy, freedom and fun. Now....AAAAAAAAAARGH.&lt;br /&gt;I am stressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: If I end up in IMH, please do visit me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-1194283199283536480?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1194283199283536480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-updating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/1194283199283536480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/1194283199283536480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-updating.html' title='I&apos;m updating...'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-5912713884441039565</id><published>2010-02-27T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T07:29:42.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRUSTRATED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I CANT STAND NOT BEING ABLE TO SEE CLEARLY, NOT JUST FOR A WHILE, BUT A FEW HOURS. FOR LONG, FREAKING MANY HOURS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-5912713884441039565?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5912713884441039565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/02/frustrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5912713884441039565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5912713884441039565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2010/02/frustrated.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-1982035837301703722</id><published>2009-11-10T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T08:47:37.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i should be sleeping right now</title><content type='html'>Dear readers, (if there are any)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's late (or shall I say early?) but I can't help blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I've got this &lt;em&gt;urge&lt;/em&gt; to blog..although I don't really know what to blog about&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... Anyways, I'm not really sleepy right now, so I can crap out whatever I want to right now, right here, right, right, right I shall begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was just like any other day- BORING. With a capital B.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for 14th of Nov though :D hee.&lt;br /&gt;Europe, here I come!&lt;br /&gt;I won't be in Singapore until the beginning of next year (as usual) so this blog will be &lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt; for at least a month or so. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;That would mean I won't be here to celebrate christmas AND new year with you all.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you all an advanced &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt;!!     &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SvmXo5pntpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/08yV4O-zczw/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img0866.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402515956933572242" style="WIDTH: 33px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 33px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SvmXo5pntpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/08yV4O-zczw/s400/MsgPlus_Img0866.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to Tiong with sis just now to help her choose graduation gifts for her classmates. How sweet. I didn't even get one for my ex-classmates :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 2009 classmates:&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't really enjoy being in 2e3 cause the class was just SO noisy, hahaha! I know I've been a bad art rep who didn't hand in even my own artwork in time. Oh well, hahahaha xD I think 2009 is not as bad as I thought it would be :) and I'm GLAD. G-L-A-D. Relieved.&lt;br /&gt;*Stevani heaved a sigh of relief* ahhh.. much better. Too bad I didn't buy the class tee. I liked it! Just that I'd forgotten to bring my $ -___-"&lt;br /&gt;Okay, 2009 classmates, wish you all the best in your future undertakings! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SvmYbp32uWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DioD8QBOu1E/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img0549.png"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SvmXo5pntpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/08yV4O-zczw/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img0866.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SvmYbp32uWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DioD8QBOu1E/s1600-h/MsgPlus_Img0549.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402516828871637346" style="WIDTH: 19px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 19px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SvmYbp32uWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/DioD8QBOu1E/s400/MsgPlus_Img0549.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To future classmates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HEY YO, I SO LOOK FORWARD TO SEE YOU PEOPLE NEXT YEAR :D SEE YOU IN THREE-FOUR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-1982035837301703722?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1982035837301703722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-should-be-sleeping-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/1982035837301703722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/1982035837301703722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-should-be-sleeping-right-now.html' title='i should be sleeping right now'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SvmXo5pntpI/AAAAAAAAAMM/08yV4O-zczw/s72-c/MsgPlus_Img0866.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308723411367306222.post-159408714245372433</id><published>2009-10-28T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T01:01:15.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY WAS</title><content type='html'>..JUST SO AWESOME :D&lt;br /&gt;Watched a couple of movies, and I enjoyed it so much xD&lt;br /&gt;Shaolin Soccer is veryvery funny. Bend It Like Beckham was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I am just so happy with the streaming results.&lt;br /&gt;And I think this is the first time I'm happy and satisfied with the school's decision.&lt;br /&gt;FIRST time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I didn't expect that I will be taking A math next year.&lt;br /&gt;The streaming results surprised me. XDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-159408714245372433?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/159408714245372433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/159408714245372433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/159408714245372433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was.html' title='TODAY WAS'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-5591871568347791292</id><published>2009-10-17T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T01:14:19.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAD A GREAT DAY AT SENTOSA YESTERDAY. WHEEEEEEEEE~&lt;br /&gt;I simply love the luge and sky ride.&lt;br /&gt;Now my body is aching, ouch.&lt;br /&gt;K I'll keep the post short, bye :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-5591871568347791292?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5591871568347791292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-had-great-day-at-sentosa-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5591871568347791292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5591871568347791292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-had-great-day-at-sentosa-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-7944263549570433412</id><published>2009-10-14T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:04:05.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm SO glad it's the last day of exam =D&lt;br /&gt;IM SUPER EXCITED NOW, LIKE...EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow xD&lt;br /&gt;ooh yea.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now after studying for some time without logging on to msn or facebook, I feel guilty when I log in, HAHA. Anyway hols doesn't mean no studying right?&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt I will study though....I'll try my best to resist &lt;em&gt;watching TV&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;sms-ing&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;shopping/window-shopping,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;beach party-ing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt; (OMG this is too much, hols without beach party would be so incomplete....)&lt;br /&gt;I miss random-ing.&lt;br /&gt;Sing this to the tune of jingle bells..&lt;br /&gt;Banana banana hanging on the tree,&lt;br /&gt;long long one, short short one, which one do you want?&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;and i can't remember the rest..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-7944263549570433412?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7944263549570433412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-glad-its-last-day-of-exam-d-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7944263549570433412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7944263549570433412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-so-glad-its-last-day-of-exam-d-im.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-361960408405740223</id><published>2009-10-04T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T06:10:37.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE ENRIQUE IGLESIAS ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But don't worry, I still love Taylor Lautner &lt;3 hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-361960408405740223?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/361960408405740223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-enrique-iglesias-but-dont-worry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/361960408405740223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/361960408405740223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-enrique-iglesias-but-dont-worry.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-5659284704514926161</id><published>2009-09-20T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T05:42:05.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know exams are coming..</title><content type='html'>I think I shall not blog till exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO YES,&lt;br /&gt;DON'T MISS ME TOO MUCH XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop asking who my boyfriend is cuz you obviously know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten who? I'll show you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SrYiCH-OwaI/AAAAAAAAAME/uWcBMA8G0Oo/s1600-h/MY+BF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383527824463151522" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SrYiCH-OwaI/AAAAAAAAAME/uWcBMA8G0Oo/s400/MY+BF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAHA!&lt;/span&gt; Jkjk, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;please don't take this for real, to those who don't know who Taylor is&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/2308723411367306222-5659284704514926161?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5659284704514926161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-exams-are-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5659284704514926161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5659284704514926161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-know-exams-are-coming.html' title='You know exams are coming..'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SrYiCH-OwaI/AAAAAAAAAME/uWcBMA8G0Oo/s72-c/MY+BF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308723411367306222.post-3917279958633281134</id><published>2009-09-18T01:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T01:50:51.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The vegetable cake's taste lingers in my mouth. Poor me.&lt;/em&gt; x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how do you get rid of it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this morning, I baked the awesome strawberry cake. Or shall we call it &lt;em&gt;rock &lt;/em&gt;cake? since it's so hard. It was nice. Sweet, a little sour, and &lt;strong&gt;hard. &lt;/strong&gt;Hahaha. The first few bites were nice but it gets more and more nauseating, most probably because of too much vanilla essence :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall study right now :D hehee.&lt;br /&gt;See, I still care about my studies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-3917279958633281134?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/3917279958633281134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/vegetable-cakes-taste-lingers-in-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/3917279958633281134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/3917279958633281134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/vegetable-cakes-taste-lingers-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-7122611735086490768</id><published>2009-09-13T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T08:17:25.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I flipped through the pages of the old album</title><content type='html'>..and I realized how cute I used to be xD&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA. I don't know what happened to those chubby cheeks of mine.&lt;br /&gt;(Probably too many people pinched them, teehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sq0MuuCRq-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/RUxZ0_Eq3s4/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380971126548704226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sq0MuuCRq-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/RUxZ0_Eq3s4/s400/scan0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken in the late 1990s :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-7122611735086490768?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7122611735086490768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-flipped-through-pages-of-old-album.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7122611735086490768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7122611735086490768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-flipped-through-pages-of-old-album.html' title='I flipped through the pages of the old album'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sq0MuuCRq-I/AAAAAAAAAL0/RUxZ0_Eq3s4/s72-c/scan0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308723411367306222.post-7958852761607022528</id><published>2009-09-10T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T00:52:42.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TEEHEE.'/><title type='text'>I had fun searching for my boyfriend's name on Google.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SqiwG4a_fOI/AAAAAAAAALs/5PLOUX0dQhI/s1600-h/MY+BF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379743387165359330" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SqiwG4a_fOI/AAAAAAAAALs/5PLOUX0dQhI/s400/MY+BF.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SqivUxGeYHI/AAAAAAAAALk/Ih-Tkpi8WvE/s1600-h/MY+Boyfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the result shows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-7958852761607022528?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7958852761607022528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-fun-searching-for-my-boyfriends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7958852761607022528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7958852761607022528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-had-fun-searching-for-my-boyfriends.html' title='I had fun searching for my boyfriend&apos;s name on Google.'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SqiwG4a_fOI/AAAAAAAAALs/5PLOUX0dQhI/s72-c/MY+BF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308723411367306222.post-4569791540556947581</id><published>2009-09-08T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:12:28.480-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highlight the text to view the blanks.'/><title type='text'>CCA (first post about it)</title><content type='html'>CHAOC SWA EERFIC!&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;COACH WAS FIERCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought training starts at 8, so I came at 8.00 and then....the canteen and study area was empty. Pfft! It started at 9. Chitchatted with 2 juniors, hahaha, they were funny ;D&lt;br /&gt;I was quite surprised that I didn't feel &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;tired after a few drills.&lt;br /&gt;My energy was soon drained out about an hour before training ended D: played with juniors, they were strong! Clapclap.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, something made coach shouted like he never did before. But I think my pri sch bball coach shouts with more ferocity than him, and perhaps that's why I was able to stay alert on court, unlike now :/&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who would&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; only be aggresive when I'm shouted at&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who would&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; stay alert when I'm shouted at&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;stoner on court&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cannot stand boring drills&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who complains a lot. (obvious much)&lt;br /&gt;I miss primary school... well that one is random.&lt;br /&gt;It just popped into my head while I was typing. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;But what I'm trying to say is, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm not worth to be in the team&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'll &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quit&lt;/span&gt; soon anyway. SO YEAH, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BYE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of being masochistic already, I've been trying to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quit&lt;/span&gt; since last year, but I procrastinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a valuable lesson: NEVER ever PROCRASTINATE when it comes to &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quitting&lt;/span&gt; CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;or you'll regret it sooner or later..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-4569791540556947581?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4569791540556947581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/cca-first-post-about-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/4569791540556947581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/4569791540556947581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/cca-first-post-about-it.html' title='CCA (first post about it)'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-1880879208442262252</id><published>2009-09-08T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:31:36.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today was fun :D</title><content type='html'>As mentioned above, today was fun =D&lt;br /&gt;cause made it so. HAHAHA, jk.&lt;br /&gt;Ainur, Nadiah, and I went to do the projek ceritera at TPY, but the library was full...and NO PLUG for Ainur's laptop. Oh ya, she missed the mrt station and ended up at novena! hahahahaa. So yeah, we went round and round looking for a plug, because..Ainur a.k.a pantat forgot to bring the rest of the projek ceritera things, so we had to use her laptop, since she brought it and the story is inside. After a while, we decided to do the drawings at some random place outside the library while Ainur search for a place with plug for her laptop charger. AND SHE FOUND IT! :D&lt;br /&gt;at a hawker ctr, smth like kopitiam. HAHA. Then we took pics, blahblahblah, and I saw this strange-looking stranger staring at us o.o&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Ainur stared back! Wooohooo. but the man still stare at us -.- whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I found my old schoolmates from Indonesia on Facebook 8D&lt;br /&gt;I miss them very muchhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-1880879208442262252?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1880879208442262252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-was-fun-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/1880879208442262252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/1880879208442262252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/today-was-fun-d.html' title='today was fun :D'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-810093949065024091</id><published>2009-09-05T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T00:35:32.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie recommendation</title><content type='html'>Saw this movie on youtube: Horror of Dracula&lt;br /&gt;To watch, type in "Horror of Dracula part 1" in the search box.&lt;br /&gt;I think their faces look a little similar to one another- long faces!&lt;br /&gt;Overall I think this is a really awesome movie 8D&lt;br /&gt;Go watch it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-810093949065024091?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/810093949065024091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/movie-recommendation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/810093949065024091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/810093949065024091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/movie-recommendation.html' title='Movie recommendation'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-7008708459813415987</id><published>2009-09-04T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:55:00.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just read it.</title><content type='html'>So, it's the start of September holidays. YAY.....not!&lt;br /&gt;math, english, mt, humanities, lit homework waiting.... oh man, especially math.&lt;br /&gt;Is this even a holiday? I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;This is the week we people who care about doing well in EOY have to be nerds. Study, study, and more study (plus toilet breaks, breakfast, lunch, dinner, sleep, and maybe a little facebook)&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress report cards were given out today. I've got a few As, 2Cs, and A FREAKING D. And yes, that D is for &lt;s&gt;Denglish&lt;/s&gt; English -.- Boohoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'll not brood over it anymore. I shall be the opposite of pessimistic (which is optimistic, yay)  8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I will NEVER &lt;s&gt;phail&lt;/s&gt; fail English again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is gesps fiesta day, and it's for the pri sch kids xD(obviously).&lt;br /&gt;But who cares, I'm going there anyway(obviously). I want to see the annoyed look on that security guard's face. Muahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*The security guard I'm referring to is the one that chased my friends and I away from the 4th storey on teachers' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;xtra (this is kind of random):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel detached from the team now that I missed so many trainings. Well, I am quite glad I am changing CCA next year. Sorry, teacher in charge and coach, I'm not committed/faithful to this CCA ):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But of course you know why.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-7008708459813415987?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7008708459813415987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-read-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7008708459813415987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7008708459813415987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-read-it.html' title='just read it.'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-7329263755577339246</id><published>2009-08-31T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T02:35:14.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the rest of the photos on facebook.'/><title type='text'>TEACHERS' DAY 09</title><content type='html'>Started the day with 2/3 class party :D which was FUN.&lt;br /&gt;And then went to GESPS x) I see a lot of tall people, I felt short D: heh, even Charmaine (who is 164+) too. Roamed around the school aimlessly before meeting Miss Sim, I felt disorientated, there were so so so many people, tall ones! Oh ya, and the stupid security guard chased us down to the 1st storey, wtb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know today is Miss Sim's Birthday! Her students from the class she taught before my class bought a super creamy &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt; cake. ooooh. wow. And so we sang Happy Birthday to her, and YAY she still remembers me.&lt;br /&gt;And then we roamed around the school again before going to the basketball court and we played a while, yes, not even for 5 mins, AND THAT FREAKING SECURITY GUARD CHASED US, AGAIN. Curse him. Then, we went outside and bought ice cream and idk why we stoned there. Oh, did i mention the part where we saw Caryn and her bf? Yah... I did not. Her boyfriend looks strangely familiar ._.  in the end I found out who he is, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that went to tiong for a while.. well whatever, I'm going there for tuition later anyway. And ohmymama, I wanna quit EL tuition..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOS: SCROLL DOWNNNNNNNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuVdZdks4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/y_9NxQI2uRo/s1600-h/P300809_18.06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376054912480490370" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuVdZdks4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/y_9NxQI2uRo/s400/P300809_18.06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this photo was taken ytd, not on teachers' day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuVc3VJlVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KOXR6ApLkkk/s1600-h/DSC03274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376054903318353234" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuVc3VJlVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/KOXR6ApLkkk/s400/DSC03274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GESPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuVcWSoc6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ttV6nM5cV2M/s1600-h/DSC03284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376054894449423266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuVcWSoc6I/AAAAAAAAAKs/ttV6nM5cV2M/s400/DSC03284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuVbyQqY6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/cgKM15_qL2o/s1600-h/DSC07214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376054884777485218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuVbyQqY6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/cgKM15_qL2o/s400/DSC07214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuTvGUoCGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GpwfzHf8bTM/s1600-h/DSC03286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376053017557076066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuTvGUoCGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GpwfzHf8bTM/s400/DSC03286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuTuskC4OI/AAAAAAAAAKU/q4eIcyRw0Ck/s1600-h/DSC07202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376053010642428130" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuTuskC4OI/AAAAAAAAAKU/q4eIcyRw0Ck/s400/DSC07202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuTuDpbzxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DyvnDdpv7nY/s1600-h/DSC07212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376052999659179794" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuTuDpbzxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/DyvnDdpv7nY/s400/DSC07212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wonder whose finger is that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuTtVSvegI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bfjmFcNqVLo/s1600-h/DSC07205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376052987215968770" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuTtVSvegI/AAAAAAAAAKE/bfjmFcNqVLo/s400/DSC07205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuTtHe1WmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ckBvYXhy_q0/s1600-h/DSC07211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376052983508589154" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuTtHe1WmI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/ckBvYXhy_q0/s400/DSC07211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-7329263755577339246?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7329263755577339246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/teachers-day-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7329263755577339246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7329263755577339246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/teachers-day-09.html' title='TEACHERS&apos; DAY 09'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SpuVdZdks4I/AAAAAAAAAK8/y_9NxQI2uRo/s72-c/P300809_18.06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308723411367306222.post-6209247664488846526</id><published>2009-08-26T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T04:35:46.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iloveanimalfarm'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shocking but it's true- I PASSED LIT TEST! MUAHAHAHA. yay xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-6209247664488846526?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/6209247664488846526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/shocking-but-its-true-i-passed-lit-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/6209247664488846526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/6209247664488846526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/shocking-but-its-true-i-passed-lit-test.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-5314477398241979937</id><published>2009-08-24T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:17:35.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtb.'/><title type='text'>Cultural Thing</title><content type='html'>I heard the news about Malaysia trying to claim Indonesia's culture as theirs. Read on..&lt;br /&gt;Wow, this is their 4th time trying to take away our culture.&lt;br /&gt;The last time, they tried to claim batik, a traditional song "Rasa Sayange", and something called "Reog Ponogoro" (i think it's some kind of lion dance) as theirs. Now, they are claiming that a traditional dance that originated from Bali called "Pendet" is theirs.&lt;br /&gt;But the question is: Can you proof they are really yours?&lt;br /&gt;And the answer is obviously: No.&lt;br /&gt;How ludicrous, rude, and disrespectful.&lt;br /&gt;It's as if they don't have their own culture, and then try to take away ours? NO, a thousand times NO! Don't have any culture? Well too bad, go find your own, don't steal ours just because our ministry of culture and public relations are not ferocious enough to defend our treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-5314477398241979937?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5314477398241979937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/cultural-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5314477398241979937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5314477398241979937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/cultural-thing.html' title='Cultural Thing'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-1454343979408179954</id><published>2009-08-21T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:34:00.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neighbours quarreling.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OHmymamaaaa. I saw my neighbours quarrel yesterday! Thru my peephole. I was doing my work at the dining table when I heard the indian neigbour complained to the chinese one who slammed the door really hard. And i expected the person would apologize la, but then..SHE SNAPPED AT HER NEIGHBOUR WHO COMPLAINED! Ftw. An inconsiderate woman with an attitude problem. Wow. And then they shouted at each other for a few minutes, oh man, i forgotten to record D: so yeah, the chinese one was like "What's your problem hah!" and then the indian one: "It's you who have problem, attitude problem! Everytime blablablabla [ i can't remember ]&lt;br /&gt;the chinese one: "You are the one with problem la, that's why you move in here," (still shouting, btw, where's the link between moving in and having a problem..and then i thought the woman could be drunk, which cause her to spout nonsensical things)&lt;br /&gt;Then I called my sis and my mum. Well i shouldn't have called them.. (we ended up fighting to see through the peephole.) And then i gave up, and just listen to them quarrel, HAHAHA they were sooo funny. Seriously, i'm not being mean. I was just enjoying the show. They did not look serious and angry at all, they looked hilarious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-1454343979408179954?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1454343979408179954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohmymamaaaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/1454343979408179954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/1454343979408179954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/ohmymamaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-6281107557183940917</id><published>2009-08-20T05:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T05:28:36.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To you, Bella:&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and fail your PSLE. I would be the first person to laugh at you when you do badly for it, I swear. -__- &lt;br /&gt;I am forced to help you, FORCED. Not that I want to. You don't even have the will to learn, how do you expect me to help you, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of your crap. I'm fed up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-6281107557183940917?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/6281107557183940917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-you-bella-go-ahead-and-fail-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/6281107557183940917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/6281107557183940917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-you-bella-go-ahead-and-fail-your.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-7567343996802261062</id><published>2009-08-16T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T07:05:07.457-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taylor swift =] Oh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='should I change this blogskin?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taylor Swift's songs are sweeeeet(:&lt;br /&gt;like this one: You Belong With Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lyrics&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're on the phone with your girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;She's upset.&lt;br /&gt;She's going off about something that you said&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz she doesn't get your humor like I do...&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the room&lt;br /&gt;It's a typical Tuesday night&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to the kind of music she doesn't like&lt;br /&gt;And she'll never know your story like I do'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she wears short skirts&lt;br /&gt;I wear T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain&lt;br /&gt;And I'm in the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about the day when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;And find that what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk in the streets with you and your worn-out jeans&lt;br /&gt;I can't help thinking this is how it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;Laughing on a park bench, thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hey isn't this easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you've got a smile that could light up this whole town&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen it in a while since she brought you down&lt;br /&gt;You say your fine&lt;br /&gt;I know you better then that&lt;br /&gt;Hey whatcha doing with a girl like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wears high heels&lt;br /&gt;I wear sneakers&lt;br /&gt;She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming about the day when you wake up&lt;br /&gt;And find that what what you're looking for has been here the whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along so why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by and waiting at your back door&lt;br /&gt;All this time how could you not know&lt;br /&gt;Baby...&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh'&lt;br /&gt;I remember you drivin' to my house in the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who makes you laugh&lt;br /&gt;When you know you're about to cry&lt;br /&gt;And I know your favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;And you tell me about your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I think I know where you belong&lt;br /&gt;I think I know it's with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you&lt;br /&gt;Been here all along&lt;br /&gt;So why can't you see&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing by and waiting at your back door&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;How could you not know&lt;br /&gt;Baby you belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought just maybe&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me&lt;br /&gt;You belong with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You belong with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like it? I do. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-7567343996802261062?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7567343996802261062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/taylor-swifts-songs-are-sweeeeet-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7567343996802261062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7567343996802261062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/taylor-swifts-songs-are-sweeeeet-like.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-2522635557623586083</id><published>2009-08-10T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:38:06.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SoA-yS1jykI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/u1n4R4v0n4E/s1600-h/dream-dw-seashore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SoA-yS1jykI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/u1n4R4v0n4E/s400/dream-dw-seashore.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368359789596494402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;A very nice one.. and then the sun's ray penetrated(correct word, right?) through my windows and it was so bright I couldn't close my eyes anymore. Guess what? It was 11+ am HAHA i'm a pro. I set my alarm at 8 am and i woke up about 3 hours later ._. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamless nights suck, cause there are no "movies" to "watch". &lt;br /&gt;Agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-2522635557623586083?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/2522635557623586083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/2522635557623586083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/2522635557623586083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-had-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SoA-yS1jykI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/u1n4R4v0n4E/s72-c/dream-dw-seashore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308723411367306222.post-2530087250683731258</id><published>2009-08-08T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:13:22.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movies In Minutes- New Moon&lt;br /&gt;By nigahiga xD&lt;br /&gt;pause the song first to watch this vid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dx0MwgIZos&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4dx0MwgIZos&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-2530087250683731258?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/2530087250683731258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/movies-in-minutes-new-moon-by-nigahiga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/2530087250683731258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/2530087250683731258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/movies-in-minutes-new-moon-by-nigahiga.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-7870467837083524632</id><published>2009-08-06T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T08:14:47.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I changed the blog song to the song I used to use last time. TADA! The call.&lt;br /&gt;Today was fine I guess. Had AMC, freaking difficult. I told you I have difficulties in thinking outside the box, although the paper does not require us to think out of the box so much.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and for tomorrow, the outing's cancelled..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what should I do tomorrow to keep myself entertained.. I.don't.want.to.be.idle. I want to watch UP.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, Melissa has made a great progress in her Malay Language! Congrats, Mel. xD now you have a long list of Malay words to irritate Ainur.&lt;br /&gt;To Ainur: I did not teach her most of the words kay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-7870467837083524632?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7870467837083524632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-changed-blog-song-to-song-i-used-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7870467837083524632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7870467837083524632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-changed-blog-song-to-song-i-used-to.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-6782962349609156682</id><published>2009-08-05T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T07:58:40.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fry-day is coming! :D&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch UP. I don't want to miss that!&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine is coming. Oh yay! It's been a long time since I went out with her, Sherlene, Joey, and other ex-gesps bball ppl x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-6782962349609156682?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/6782962349609156682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/fry-day-is-coming-d-i-want-to-watch-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/6782962349609156682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/6782962349609156682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/fry-day-is-coming-d-i-want-to-watch-up.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-6322715713502998135</id><published>2009-08-04T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:48:30.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was, um, not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed one of the subject which I have NEVER EVER failed, or even get a C before, for common test. 3 claps for that teacher, for failing me. Thanks to HER, now I have to summon a great deal of courage just to get that freaking paper signed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that I dislike about this teacher is the fact that she is biased. Plus she speaks to us students in a condescending manner, like she's a queen or something. Oh man, not even in her dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I saw her scolding a student for rolling her eyes. Today, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she rolled her eyes at my friend and I for not doing a spectacular piece of draft for our project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your pretty eyes are going to sag down your eye sockets if you keep doing that, dear teacher. Anyways you're aging, and your skin around your eyes is going to start sagging too, you know. So stop that eye-rolling habit before it's too late&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA, I had fun typing those out. So, conclusion: I detest her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-6322715713502998135?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/6322715713502998135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-um-not-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/6322715713502998135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/6322715713502998135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/08/today-was-um-not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-8823615424495125280</id><published>2009-07-23T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:22:29.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miss Hazel Sim. She played this song on that day during art lesson, 14.04.07. Nah, kidding, I couldn't remember the date, of course not, not even the day. But I'm very sure she played it during art lesson. Josh Groban's voice is so soothing :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Starry, starry night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Paint your palette blue and grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Look out on a summer’s day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With eyes that know the darkness in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shadows on the hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sketch the trees and daffodils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Catch the breeze and the winter chills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In colours on the snowy linen land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now I understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What you tried to say to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And how you suffered for your sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And how you tried to set them free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They would not listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They did not know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perhaps they’ll listen now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Starry, starry night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Flaming flowers that brightly blaze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Swirling clouds and violet haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reflect in vincent’s eyes of china blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Colours changing hue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Morning fields of amber grain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Weathered faces lined in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Are soothed beneath the artists’ loving hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now I understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What you tried to say to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And how you suffered for your sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And how you tried to set them free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They would not listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They did not know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perhaps they’ll listen now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For they could not love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But still your love was true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And when no hope was left inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;On that starry, starry night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You took your life as lovers often do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I could have told you Vincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Like the strangers that you’ve met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The ragged men in ragged clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The silver thorn of bloody rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now I think I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;What you tried to say to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And how you suffered for your sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And how you tried to set them free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They would not listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They’re not listening still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Perhaps they never will... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw today is so not my day. Friday, 24.07.09. It's as if I'm destined to stay at home and not go out. Urghhhhh. Now I realise I grumble a lot, ugh. Sorry if I grumbled too much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-8823615424495125280?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/8823615424495125280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/miss-hazel-sim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/8823615424495125280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/8823615424495125280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/miss-hazel-sim.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-5521223212960922907</id><published>2009-07-21T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T02:54:50.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Muahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;guess what&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-keep on guessinggg xD&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-trainings are only once a week from now on. ONCE! Not bad, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I still want that art CCA though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; on Saturday with Shirlyn, and the movie was AWESOME. Don't listen to the bad reviews about that movie, listen to the good ones :)&lt;br /&gt;The movie has oh-so-nice sound effects, quite funny, and the acting was great. AND OHEMGEE, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tom Felton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daniel Radcliffe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is hotter in this movie than the previous one. &lt;strong&gt;Go watch it&lt;/strong&gt;!! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-5521223212960922907?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5521223212960922907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/muahahahaha-guess-what-keep-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5521223212960922907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5521223212960922907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/muahahahaha-guess-what-keep-on.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-3050161690940026286</id><published>2009-07-17T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T05:54:14.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LALALALALALA yesterday i saw an eye candy at Raffles Place. OMG *.* HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was NOT fun today... I WANT FUNDAY. DDDDDDDDDDD: wtb. Nownow, I am tagged by melissa to do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the 14 people must do this quiz, unless he/she doesn't have a blog.Write the name of 14 people you can think off the top of your head. Then answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Charmaine aka charmcharm poh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.RuiYun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Cassia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.YingChang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Evi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.LiWern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Coco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Ainur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.Louis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Felicia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Giory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.Marianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could write more names D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. How Did You Get to Meet With (7;Evi) She's my cousin, i first met her at my house, i think ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.What would you do if you and (13; Giory) met? What happens when Tom and Jerry meet? That's the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What Would you do if (1;Charmaine) and (12;Felicia) date? I would scream till the glass shatter into tiny pieces because I would get freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Have you ever seen (14;Marianne) cry? I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Would (4,Cassia) and (11;Louis) be a good couple? HAHAH, that would be...interesting. I don't know if they would be a good couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.What is number (2; Ruiyun) favourite colour? Hmm, i think it's black :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.When was the last time youu talked to (9;Coco )? I can't remember~.~ Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.What language does (8;LiWern) speak? Mostly Chinese. She's a Chinese pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Who is (13; Giory) going out with? Idk, his mum? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.What grade is (12; Felicia) in? Sec 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.Would you ever date with (10; Ainur)? NOOOOOOOOO WAY. I'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Where does (5; Natalie) live? Farfar away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.What's the best thing about (3; Dawn)? She is super friendly and easy-going ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.What would you want to tell (10; Ainur)? Your pantat is loved by us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What the best thing about (8; LiWern)? She is funny, and niceeee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.Have you ever kissed (5; Natalie)? What the...As I said, I'm straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What was the best memory you have with (7; Evi)? Whoa, i think i have too many great memories with her i can't describe it here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.When was the last time you saw (6; Yingchang)? Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.How is (14; Marianne) &amp;amp; (12; Felicia) different? But they have many similarities D: They have different heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.Is (6; Yingchang) pretty? HAHAHA, yesyes, pretty for a boy. (you know, gay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What was the first impression of (11; Louis)? Hmm, scary, fierce. But he's not like that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.Have you been to a movie with (4;Cassia) before? Nope D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.When have you lied to (3; Dawn)? I can't remember. Hahaha! Even if i lied, it wouldn't be for evil purposes *smiles innocently* But seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-3050161690940026286?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/3050161690940026286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/lalalalalala-yesterday-i-saw-eye-candy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/3050161690940026286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/3050161690940026286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/lalalalalala-yesterday-i-saw-eye-candy.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-72581442504571688</id><published>2009-07-15T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T04:42:02.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cassia suka pantat Ainur. HAHA.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Cassia's house today, wow her mother's nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, Ainur, Me: Cassia, your mum is very nice.&lt;br /&gt;Cassia: Ma (shouting to her mum, her mum came), they say you're very nice leh.&lt;br /&gt;Cassia's mum: Oh, yes, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, Ainur, me: HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Melissa (to Cassia): Oh, so that's where you learnt to say that from..&lt;br /&gt;Cassia: No, my mum learnt it from me!&lt;br /&gt;Cassia's Mum: Ya, i leart that from her.&lt;br /&gt;All of us: Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we continued with our project. Then I went home. Then I feel like blogging. So here I am . Now I feel like ending this post. There. I'm done. Off to do my art homework!!!!! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-72581442504571688?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/72581442504571688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-to-cassias-house-today-wow-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/72581442504571688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/72581442504571688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/went-to-cassias-house-today-wow-her.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-687534395688392604</id><published>2009-07-13T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T07:50:34.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fill in the blanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am so &lt;u&gt;random&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a &lt;u&gt;boring&lt;/u&gt; kind of day.&lt;br /&gt;Our weather was &lt;u&gt;okay&lt;/u&gt; this morning.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite time of day is &lt;u&gt;2.00 p.m&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I do before I go to bed at night is &lt;u&gt;imagine myself at some beautiful place with Winter (my doggie who's in heaven now, BOOHOOHOO.)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could go &lt;u&gt;travelling overseas with my friends (pls, fairygodmama, grant my wish &gt;&lt;)&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I do in the morning is &lt;u&gt;get off the bed&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I should have &lt;u&gt;watched Titanic&lt;/u&gt; yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress younger than 20?Dakota Fanning&lt;br /&gt;Animal?Dogs&lt;br /&gt;Age to be? 17!!&lt;br /&gt;Shampoo brand? Sunsilk haha&lt;br /&gt;Toothpaste? CloseUp&lt;br /&gt;Place to buy clothes? Idk&lt;br /&gt;Place to buy cheap stuff? Idk&lt;br /&gt;Place to get icecream? Hm... duno&lt;br /&gt;Store to buy groceries? Not sure&lt;br /&gt;Halloween costume? I wanna be a..a..Vampire&lt;br /&gt;Childhood memory? Running around school playing catching with..with.. THEM x)&lt;br /&gt;College? idk.. you think?&lt;br /&gt;Grade? A1A1A1A1A1A1A1 , eh, i mean, PRIMARY SIX!&lt;br /&gt;Class in high school? Duno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill in the blank: Today I am really &lt;u&gt;bored&lt;/u&gt; because &lt;u&gt;i had nothing to do&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random: I HATE DORA THE EXPLORER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-687534395688392604?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/687534395688392604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/fill-in-blanks-tonight-i-am-so-random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/687534395688392604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/687534395688392604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/fill-in-blanks-tonight-i-am-so-random.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-6237360136668061351</id><published>2009-07-10T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:20:55.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm Bored. with a capital B. BOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOO.&lt;br /&gt;Let's hate things..... i hate life, i hate school, i hate every single cell/atom/molecules/particles in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Done. Now, I shall post "Meet me halfway" lyrics. xD It's a very nice song by B.E.P Check it out =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ooh, I can't go any further than this&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I want you so badly, it's my biggest wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cool, I spent my time just thinkin', thinkin', thinkin' 'bout you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every single day, yes I'm really missin', missin' you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And all those things we used to, used to, used to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey girl, wuz up? It used to, used to be just me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I spent my time just thinkin', thinkin', thinkin' 'bout you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every single day, yes I'm really missin', missin' you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And all those things we used to, used to, used to do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hey girl, wuz up? Wuz up? Wuz up? Wuz up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Meet me halfway, right at the borderline&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'm gonna wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lookin' out night 'n' day&lt;br /&gt;Took my heart to the limit and this is where I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further than this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad, it's my only wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Girl, I travel round the world and even sail the seven seas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Across the universe I go to other galaxies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just tell me where to go, just tell me where you wanna meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I navigate myself, myself to take me where you be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;'Cause girl I want, I, I, I want you right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I travel uptown, town, I travel downtown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanna to have you around, round like every single day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love you alway, ways, I'll meet you halfway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Can you meet me halfway right at the borderline&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'm gonna wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lookin' out night 'n' day&lt;br /&gt;Took my heart to the limit and this is where I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further than this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad, it's my only wish&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further than this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad, it's my only wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let's walk the bridge to the other side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just you and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will fly, fly the skies for you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will try until I die for you and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For you and I, for, for you and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For, for you and I, for, for you and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Can you meet me halfway?&lt;br /&gt;Can you meet me halfway?&lt;br /&gt;Can you meet me halfway?&lt;br /&gt;Can you meet me halfway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me halfway right at the borderline&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'm gonna wait for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be lookin' out night 'n' day&lt;br /&gt;Took my heart to the limit and this is where I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further than this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad, it's my only wish&lt;br /&gt;I can't go any further than this&lt;br /&gt;I want you so bad, it's my only wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fav. part of the song :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let's walk the bridge to the other side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just you and I I will fly, fly the skies for you and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I will try until I die for you and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For you and I, for, for you and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For, for you and I, for, for you and I&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Taboo's and Fergie's voice match! x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-6237360136668061351?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/6237360136668061351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/6237360136668061351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/6237360136668061351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-8628324507547040916</id><published>2009-07-06T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T03:42:14.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, the pics! Teehee! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIQROfRGkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OqffmIhB12E/s1600-h/P060709_15.37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355360795030002242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIQROfRGkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OqffmIhB12E/s320/P060709_15.37.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Charmaine would look like if she kisses a poster or a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIPZX9j6DI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JKRyyMw1R6Y/s1600-h/DSC02969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355359835500308530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIPZX9j6DI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JKRyyMw1R6Y/s320/DSC02969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how Yingchang would look like if he kisses a poster or a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIPY06SNSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MaEi9HQhiXE/s1600-h/P060709_17.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355359826091324706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIPY06SNSI/AAAAAAAAAJE/MaEi9HQhiXE/s320/P060709_17.18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats, Yingchang, you're officially...gay. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIPYizzi_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/GGrP_7px_NU/s1600-h/P060709_17.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355359821232311282" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIPYizzi_I/AAAAAAAAAI8/GGrP_7px_NU/s320/P060709_17.32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Domo-kun 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIQwhQEIyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3CmqUyQ9UFI/s1600-h/P060709_16.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355361332642456354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIQwhQEIyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3CmqUyQ9UFI/s320/P060709_16.15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice pose, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIPYbVstxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AogBrgIo2pM/s1600-h/P060709_17.08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355359819226986258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIPYbVstxI/AAAAAAAAAI0/AogBrgIo2pM/s320/P060709_17.08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmaine: Mwah! Stevani: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIPYJfpUnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9dv9q7F9RZk/s1600-h/P060709_14.40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355359814436868722" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIPYJfpUnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/9dv9q7F9RZk/s320/P060709_14.40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice shot? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! We also did a cover of Just Danceeeeeee (not rly a cover, hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-8628324507547040916?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/8628324507547040916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-pics-teehee-xd-this-is-how.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/8628324507547040916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/8628324507547040916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-pics-teehee-xd-this-is-how.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SlIQROfRGkI/AAAAAAAAAJU/OqffmIhB12E/s72-c/P060709_15.37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308723411367306222.post-8498302163937266548</id><published>2009-07-06T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T03:37:51.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;♥ STAY CHEERFUL ALWAYS, AND ALL THE BEST IN EVERYTHING YOU DO! Jiayun says she loveeeeees you ;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&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/2308723411367306222-8498302163937266548?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/8498302163937266548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-of-all-happy-birthday-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/8498302163937266548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/8498302163937266548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-of-all-happy-birthday-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-4433464936272180359</id><published>2009-07-05T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T04:29:40.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kays, this is the third post for today. THIRD, OK. HAHAHA, I'M AWESOME 8D jkjk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT YOU AN SS501 ALBUM, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Smiles always! ;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-4433464936272180359?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4433464936272180359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/kays-this-is-third-post-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/4433464936272180359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/4433464936272180359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/kays-this-is-third-post-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-8356729209804692072</id><published>2009-07-05T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:47:08.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Now, let me begin with a nice phrase for this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining cats and dogs. My sis and I were going home from tuition just now, and we were stuck at a bus stop where we have to cross the road (quite a big one) to &lt;s&gt;get to the other side&lt;/s&gt; get to the other bus stop where there's shelter leading to our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like my sis' idea of running across the road and get drenched in rainwater (eeeyer), so I suggested that we should wait for the rain to stop and then cross the road. She didn't like my idea either. She was too impatient to wait (loser). Soooo, she dashed across the road, sprinted to the bus stop, and waved at me, sticking out her tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, a kind maid approached me and offered to share her umbrella! I gratefully accepted her offer. "HAHAHA! IN YOUR FACE, BELLA." I laughed to myself, imagining what my sis' expression would be like. Then, when we reached the other side of the road, a car zoomed past the maid and I, and SPLASH! I GOT DRENCHED IN THAT FILTHY WATER FROM A PUDDLE OF WATER. CURSE THAT CAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached the bus stop, my sis was LOL-ing at me. I don't know how stupid I must have looked like to her..&lt;br /&gt;Well, lesson LEARNT alright- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always bring an umbrella in case of a heavy downpour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -.- ZZZ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-8356729209804692072?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/8356729209804692072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-let-me-begin-with-nice-phrase-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/8356729209804692072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/8356729209804692072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/now-let-me-begin-with-nice-phrase-for.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-780795097532737178</id><published>2009-07-04T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:55:28.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAD A FREAKING NIGHTMARE LAST NIGHT. I DREAMT THAT MY BEDROOM'S INFESTED BY HISSING COCKROACHES. AAARGH! You know how awfully small my bedroom is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what the hell, today's 5th of July, NOT 4th of July. &lt;/strong&gt;So, I had the nightmare on Saturday, not Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-780795097532737178?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/780795097532737178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-freaking-nightmare-last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/780795097532737178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/780795097532737178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-freaking-nightmare-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-5052510758933095731</id><published>2009-07-04T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:16:29.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sk8hclf7M5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/I9vFsFfhBA4/s1600-h/Drawing+Panel_11.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354535256952877970" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sk8hclf7M5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/I9vFsFfhBA4/s320/Drawing+Panel_11.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Man with a mole" by Teo Cassia! (the beard drawn by me 8D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sk8gs93eHqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/S5WoerGVyCU/s1600-h/DSC04294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354534438860365474" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sk8gs93eHqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/S5WoerGVyCU/s320/DSC04294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sk8gsbacowI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TbBhhTC5J6w/s1600-h/DSC04293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354534429611827970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sk8gsbacowI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TbBhhTC5J6w/s320/DSC04293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I.Am.Bored.At.Home. The only thing I can do is....homework.&lt;br /&gt;Homework: (Noun) a punishment given to students by evil teachers after the students have already put in 7 hours of hard labor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, had lots of fun singing (or shouting + laughing) with Li Wern, Cassia, and Ainur.(Yes, Ainur, that crazy woman. HAHA, jkjk) yesterday for math project. TEEHEE. Sing and sing like mad people.. Luckily my neighbours were out at work. So no complaints for being noisy =D except from my mum. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for Monday. Yay! Bought her present today, hope she likes it. ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-5052510758933095731?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5052510758933095731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/man-with-mole-by-teo-cassia-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5052510758933095731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5052510758933095731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/man-with-mole-by-teo-cassia-i.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sk8hclf7M5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/I9vFsFfhBA4/s72-c/Drawing+Panel_11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308723411367306222.post-4987520213348684969</id><published>2009-07-01T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:08:22.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sometimes, I find myself feeling all alone, even though I'm with my friends. Sometimes, I feel like I can't handle things the way I did the last time, and I feel like I've lost myself. I've never felt so forlorn before. Why is this happening? Why? WHY? It freaks me out, finding myself in such extremely confused state of mind. Sigh. I'm losing my ground.&lt;/s&gt; Ugh whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-4987520213348684969?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/4987520213348684969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-i-find-myself-feeling-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/4987520213348684969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/4987520213348684969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/07/sometimes-i-find-myself-feeling-all.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-6681880893941906945</id><published>2009-06-26T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:29:52.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey earthlings :) I'm uploading the pics I took in Indonesia. Yes, including the turtles pics xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW4n4Ek9II/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZkZCbeJnt6g/s1600-h/P170609_18.40_%5B03%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351886727405696130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW4n4Ek9II/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZkZCbeJnt6g/s320/P170609_18.40_%5B03%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW4oLjBjmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HeQOg7D22DM/s1600-h/P170609_23.17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351886732633673314" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW4oLjBjmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HeQOg7D22DM/s320/P170609_23.17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW4oUpPoQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/q-3b7LgDuls/s1600-h/P170609_23.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351886735075680514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW4oUpPoQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/q-3b7LgDuls/s320/P170609_23.14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW4ocMa6KI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KASENNBKycs/s1600-h/P140609_14.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351886737102268578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW4ocMa6KI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KASENNBKycs/s320/P140609_14.02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW4ojV16NI/AAAAAAAAAHs/56ypx_3185U/s1600-h/P140609_23.24_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351886739020835026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW4ojV16NI/AAAAAAAAAHs/56ypx_3185U/s320/P140609_23.24_%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW93bOQgnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/i0JMQEPkxNg/s1600-h/P140609_23.14_%5B02%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351892492097716850" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW93bOQgnI/AAAAAAAAAH8/i0JMQEPkxNg/s320/P140609_23.14_%5B02%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW93ueqW1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/GiLnscTXjd0/s1600-h/P140609_23.14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351892497266793298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW93ueqW1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/GiLnscTXjd0/s320/P140609_23.14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW93FSKOXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bUZd_1JguEQ/s1600-h/P140609_22.32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351892486208502130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW93FSKOXI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bUZd_1JguEQ/s320/P140609_22.32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW93zZQK7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/dH-ywTS1NvM/s1600-h/P140609_22.23_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351892498586282930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW93zZQK7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/dH-ywTS1NvM/s320/P140609_22.23_%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a video of the turtles. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIyIXQ60Wwc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jIyIXQ60Wwc&lt;/a&gt; click the link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-6681880893941906945?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/6681880893941906945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-earthlings-im-uploading-pics-i-took.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/6681880893941906945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/6681880893941906945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/06/hey-earthlings-im-uploading-pics-i-took.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UOv7vxe1cLs/SkW4n4Ek9II/AAAAAAAAAHM/ZkZCbeJnt6g/s72-c/P170609_18.40_%5B03%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308723411367306222.post-7227693628484188561</id><published>2009-05-31T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:12:34.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M DOING MY HOLIDAY HOMEWORKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The List&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Comprehension Practice Paper&lt;br /&gt;2. Reader's Digest Worksheet&lt;br /&gt;3. Science Bonus Assignments&lt;br /&gt;4. Algebra performance task&lt;br /&gt;5. Read "The Clay Marble"&lt;br /&gt;6. IH June Holiday Assignment&lt;br /&gt;7. Science Questa club Sci ctr exhibitions report&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all.. I want outings D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;I'm suffering from emotional unstability..&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-7227693628484188561?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/7227693628484188561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-i-cant-believe-im-doing-my-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7227693628484188561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/7227693628484188561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-i-cant-believe-im-doing-my-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-5233090046942142439</id><published>2009-05-29T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T07:48:57.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCIENCE CENTRE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sh_00Z17SKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8jaQ0MzSPtI/s1600-h/P280509_15.18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341256864212142242" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sh_00Z17SKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8jaQ0MzSPtI/s320/P280509_15.18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sh_00dMO2AI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pw25pCcJ_qA/s1600-h/DSC01760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341256865111005186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sh_00dMO2AI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pw25pCcJ_qA/s320/DSC01760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sh_00DlD5wI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lLQXYAg4wAM/s1600-h/P280509_16.00_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341256858235823874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sh_00DlD5wI/AAAAAAAAAG0/lLQXYAg4wAM/s320/P280509_16.00_%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sh_0zyPVFzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tMGhdQeYbKs/s1600-h/P280509_15.36_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341256853581272882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sh_0zyPVFzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/tMGhdQeYbKs/s320/P280509_15.36_%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sh_0ztb72FI/AAAAAAAAAGk/58lNYtH-JIE/s1600-h/P280509_16.02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341256852291967058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sh_0ztb72FI/AAAAAAAAAGk/58lNYtH-JIE/s320/P280509_16.02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Sci ctr on Thursday, so fun!&lt;br /&gt;and we (Cassia, Melissa, and me) took many pics. Too bad Ainur couldn't come, no crazy person to laugh at D: Ahahahah, jkjk..&lt;br /&gt;here are the pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-5233090046942142439?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5233090046942142439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/05/science-centre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5233090046942142439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5233090046942142439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/05/science-centre.html' title='SCIENCE CENTRE!'/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_UOv7vxe1cLs/Sh_00Z17SKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8jaQ0MzSPtI/s72-c/P280509_15.18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2308723411367306222.post-5469342044516569438</id><published>2009-05-27T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T09:21:31.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored...&lt;br /&gt;So decided that I shall do this to kill time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Think back five months ago, were you single? Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;2) Who can you blame for your bad mood today?Tofu-oyako colouring thing!! It frustrates me.&lt;br /&gt;3) How was your night last night?Just like any other nights- boring.&lt;br /&gt;4) Have u ever hugged someone before?Duh!&lt;br /&gt;5)Are u willing to do anything for your boyfriend?I don't have one. And If i do have one, it depends.&lt;br /&gt;6) Do u like lollipop?Quite..&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?Don't think so, since I'm like almost INVISIBLE to almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;8) Last thing you bought?Milo!(:&lt;br /&gt;9) Are you a jealous person?Kind of?10) Does it take a lot to make you cry?Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;11) What were you doing at 12:30 this afternoon?Playing funny games in class ;D&lt;br /&gt;12) Think a lot before you sleep?Yes, definitely, I sometimes went into a trance-like state when I was about to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;13) What's running through your mind right now?What is the next question.&lt;br /&gt;14) Do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?I am not sure..&lt;br /&gt;15) Do you like to cuddle/snuggle?Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;16) Is there anybody you wish you could be spending time with right now?Yeah..my dog.&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you wish someone would call or text you right now?YES ! Im bored like HELLLL !&lt;br /&gt;18) Is your life anything like it was a year ago?No. I'm sure it's worse now. Blah&lt;br /&gt;19) How late did you stay up last night? 11+p.m?&lt;br /&gt;20) What colour specs r u wearing?Red-frame specs&lt;br /&gt;21) Who was the last person u called?Let me recall....&lt;br /&gt;22) Who are your favorite people to talk to when you’re down?I don't really know..causeI talk to myself? HAHA, jkjk.&lt;br /&gt; 23) Does anyone call you baby?Nah&lt;br /&gt;24) Are you a patient person?Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;25) What is the last thing you said out loud?Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;26) Any plans for tomorrow? Nah..&lt;br /&gt;27) What can't you wait for?Outing with 601 and others.&lt;br /&gt;28) Have u ever laughed so hard untill u started crying?Can't remember&lt;br /&gt;29) What's the worst way to say I love you?Saying it when you don't even mean it.&lt;br /&gt;30) Seven weeks from now will you be in a relationship?Nah, don't think so. I don't want to anyway.&lt;br /&gt;31) What do you carry with you at all times?Handphone&lt;br /&gt;32) Are you mean?Sometimes.33) Are u missing someone now?Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;34) What r u doing now?Typing, duh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-5469342044516569438?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/5469342044516569438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5469342044516569438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/5469342044516569438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-1281509942694028144</id><published>2009-05-22T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:18:07.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was quite boring, adam khoo whatever session, love smss and so on.&lt;br /&gt;I only enjoyed myself during the games. Hahahah, I love the 10-cent-coin-game? I don't know the name, but yeah, laughed a lot during that game. And I suppose we were the loudest of the loudest. First, we played chuckie, and we were so loud cause we banged the table and LOL-ed at the same time.  "BOM BOM, CHUCKIE CHUCKIE, BOM BOM, EH, WHERE'S THE OTHER GUN?!" this line is..commonly said during this game. HAHAHA! If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we decided that we should move to the back of the class and play the ten-cent-coin game. It was rather quite long before the bell ring, and my group rushed the love smss stuffs- our main topic is narrow, therefore, we can't give big solutions for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday going through exam papers. 0.0 Nobody get a freaking A1 for Intergrated Humanities, great. I wonder what will I get. Nonono, I should think POSITIVE. If nobody get A1s, it means that we 2e3 people shall get A2s instead- seventy-four! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*btwbtw, ppl who played the games were: Elsie, Sherilyn, Dawn, Priscillia, Joey, Anna (left halfway during the game), Ainur(joined the game after we moved to the back of the class), Melissa(same as Ainur), Jasmine, Lydia, Sharminii, Cassia, Min Yi, Si Lin, Gracelyn, Gladys, Jolene, and me(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-1281509942694028144?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/1281509942694028144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-was-quite-boring-adam-khoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/1281509942694028144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/1281509942694028144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-was-quite-boring-adam-khoo.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-3026279928068273829</id><published>2009-04-06T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T06:19:09.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Second post! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's not bad, no LITERATURE! Maths project is finally done, woohooooo! I'm sososososoooo glad I'm not in her grp for the Sci project xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a stalker who calls my sister almost every day since last week 0.0..really disturbing.  Oh, and I how I wish that stalker would read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP STALKING MY SISTER, you nincompoop. She's freaked out already-.-Aren't you satisfied yet? Don't act dumb and tell me you don't know my sister. I've enough of her bugging me to scold you already okay.. zzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending post here! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To that nincompoop: Still wanna disturb her? Come to my house and face my mother if you dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2308723411367306222-3026279928068273829?l=mysalad-days.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/feeds/3026279928068273829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/04/second-post-d-todays-not-bad-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/3026279928068273829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2308723411367306222/posts/default/3026279928068273829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mysalad-days.blogspot.com/2009/04/second-post-d-todays-not-bad-no.html' title=''/><author><name>The puzzled-and-confused-one..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12236264096330538685</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-2308723411367306222.post-3549663622888738064</id><published>2009-02-24T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:29:41.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First post!  A fresh new start to a new blog. 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