<?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-36424258</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:26:34.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ariel yoho</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-4555806097895678900</id><published>2007-07-30T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:01.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rq2-7tO-MAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hMO4A3LkZj0/s1600-h/marlon+ariel+1+1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rq2-7tO-MAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hMO4A3LkZj0/s320/marlon+ariel+1+1-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092936686589849602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWLZ, NICE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear today was so long I feel like curling up in a ball and dying. &lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4241/iconsadwd4.gif"&gt; Jesus, you restore my soul. This siansation is murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; I Won't Say (I'm In Love) - The Cheetah Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-4555806097895678900?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/4555806097895678900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=4555806097895678900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4555806097895678900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4555806097895678900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/07/today-was-long.html' title='Today was long'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rq2-7tO-MAI/AAAAAAAAAb8/hMO4A3LkZj0/s72-c/marlon+ariel+1+1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-3125994323256957017</id><published>2007-07-29T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:07:58.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught in the Grip of Grace!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;God is faithful.&lt;/b&gt; Yes, He most certainly is. I can't believe I ever doubted Him. I know I sound really inconsistent, I'm sorry, I'm terribly run by my feelings. But thank God He isn't. No matter what I do or feel, it doesn't change the fact that when I fall, &lt;b&gt;I'm always caught in the grip of His awesome Grace.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I realised that, everything fell into place. It's amazing what a revelation of God's love for you can change the way you feel and act. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday when I went to Paul and Moses' house, I was happy. It made me forget about the bad things that were happening in my life and just focus on the awesome, or should I say FUNNY time I was having with my friends. But that didn't exactly take the problems away. In fact, that night, when I thought about the fun time I had and how it was OVER, all the problems came rushing back into my mind. It was overwhelming and I almost started crying again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuut. Aiya, I don't know how to put it. I just suddenly got a revelation. God just dropped something into my heart and my brain just clicked. God's grace is not enough, it's too much for me! Even if I went around killing people, God would still not see the sin but see me as the Righteousness of God in Christ. No condemnation whatsoever. Doesn't that just warm your heart? &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; What Jesus did, sealed at the cross cannot be reversed. It's permanent. And the thing is, it has nothing to do with how great my faith is, it's all gotta do with how great MY GOD is! His love, His love never wavers. Even though my love for Him certainly does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, knowing how much God forgave you, it will be hard not to forgive the ones who have wronged you. Knowing how much your Father in heaven loves you, it'll be hard to contain that love from spilling over, even into the lives of the people who've hurt you real badly. Trust me, I know. &lt;i&gt;When we spoke on the phone, my heart filled with compassion, and I forgave him. And when I just let go of the grudge, my warped, twisted attraction for him left (yeah, I still liked him, which is why everything hurt so much more, and also why I was afraid to forgive him for fear of getting back together).&lt;/i&gt; I tell you, it's amazing how things can just fall into place. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; And now one week later, when I look back at the break-up, yeah I haven't forgotten what he did, but the pain is no longer there. Jesus took it all away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, my heart is filled with joy. Not happiness, because like what pastor said, happiness is when happenings happen the way you want them to happen and therefore you are happy. But with joy, things can happen not according to plan, but you are still joyous. It's such a good feeling, I feel like I'm QUEEN OF THE WORLD! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm more than that, I'm an heiress, with God's genes in me, His life running through my body. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; — &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-3125994323256957017?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/3125994323256957017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=3125994323256957017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3125994323256957017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3125994323256957017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/07/caught-in-grip-of-grace.html' title='caught in the Grip of Grace!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-6135412652144901792</id><published>2007-07-28T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:18:15.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul and Moses' house!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the happiest I've ever been in the last five days. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I went to Tampines MRT station to meet my dear Ariellna, then we headed to City Hall. So actually, we should have arranged to meet at Paya Lebar MRT and then head to City Hall, cause it would have been so much faster. Obviously, I wasn't aware of that. Hah anyway, we reached City Hall and met Moses, then we took 171 to his place. Bloody hell, we waited like half a bloody hour for the stupid bus to arrive. When it finally did come, I was like, "Oh finally. Great." Of course, I didn't know that the bus ride itself was 45 minutes long. &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt; &lt;i&gt;You know, I never knew Singapore was that big.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something? I swear Moses has some kind of short-term memory. He has asked me more than 10 times what school I'm from, and also why my hair is so black. Bloody retarded, and stupid Ariell just laughed. She cannot stop smiling, that girl. Tsk, how to ever be bitchy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we reached his flat at around 3:15 I think. The west is such a complicated place, you have go up stair-cases and go around blocks and to travel anywhere you have to take at least 2 forms to transport. See, I left school at 1:50 and reaches his house at 3:15. Waste of time much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God the time I spent there made it worth while. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; You know, it's so nice being around Ariellna, Moses and Paul. &lt;b&gt;I always feel so intelligent.&lt;/b&gt; HAHA NAH, NOT IMPLYING ANYTHING. They're really nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Ariella, Moses and I went into Paul and Moses' room to put our stuff down. Then I started raiding the room haha. It was so cute and small, and so organised (except the closet)! I just pulled out a piece of English Comprehension worksheet from somewhere and stared showing them how to articulate their words to get 10/10 for English Oral. ZOMG, YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THEIR FACES AFTER I WAS DONE MAN. I had been speaking with a British accent (oh I love British accents!) and they were both staring at me in half awe, half fright. Then Ariell rolled her eyes and said, "Uh, whatever man." and Moses, "Wah sial lah. You talk better than my teacher leh."&lt;br /&gt;I swear, it was hilarious. Ego boosted, mood goes up. &lt;img src="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/6021/iconwinkda6.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after being in the room for a while, Moses and Ariell were occupying themselves with, um, themselves. God knows what they were doing on Moses' bed (no no, don't think dirty, they're clean people) so I got bored and felt a little out of place. So I went out and joined the anti-social Paul. He was just sitting in front of the computer screen with his guitar lol. When he saw me he just grinned and said, "HI ARIEL." Hah, funny gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to the couch and sat down. After a few seconds he came over and asked me if I was okay. He's &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; asking me if I'm okay. Always haha. So anyway, he put in some VCD of Russell Peters and we watched that episode for like half an hour. I swear, it was fucking hilarious and got me laughing my ass off. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Paul's laughter is damn retarded, so that got me laughing even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every few minutes, he'd walked to the Kitchen to either get a drink or food. Wah lao, I swear it's scary. He can eat A LOT, that pig. &lt;img src="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/6021/iconwinkda6.gif"&gt; Anyway he took out this dessert thing that his mom made and got me to try it. It was heavenly, then after that he ate the rest of the helping himself. Idiot, he defeated the purpose of letting me try it. Lol when that was done, he took out the Nachos and we munched on those for a while. Every time he realised that I wasn't laughing, he'd ask random questions like, "Should I cut bald?" or "Should I pierce my lip?" Obviously all my answers were, "What the hell is wrong with you man?! NO." Hehe &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; So gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was telling me how Darrel had stabbed his arm with a piece of lead and it got stuck, and he had to &lt;i&gt;'tahan'&lt;/i&gt; it for a week. So I told him what I'd have told anyone else in that situation -- "What the hell, you should have taken it out immediately. You can't let lead stay in your body! When it goes into your bloodstream then what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he just kinda stared at me funny then muttered, "What you talking, bloodstream? Tsk, EXPRESS." Lmao, I know wtf right? Prejudice against people in the Express stream. Typical haha. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway at around 4+ the Russell Peters show ended, so Paul picked up his guitar again and played, uh, something, while I was in his friendster account looking at all his friends. Oh my, he has 720 friends! Shocking. Anyhow soon after, Ariell and Moses emerged from their small stuffy room and decided to socialise with us. About time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. we &lt;i&gt;'nuah-ed'&lt;/i&gt; for a while then Paul played.. X-BOX. &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt; How anti-social. He has guests and he plays X-box. Buuuut, since Ariell and Moses were up to their own thing again, I had nothing to do so I actually sat down next to him and watched him play. It was some basket ball thing, and I just remember that one of the character's name was Rudy Gay, which got the both of us laughing haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while it got boring so I tried sleeping on the couch. Obviously, I failed. How does one sleep on a couch watching a basket ball game played by ONE person (lol) with so much NOISE? Precisely, it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when the horrible thing happened and &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; called, ruining the joyous time I was having there. I was so upset because I'd not been that happy for so long and he had to spoil it. So anyway, I was damn emo after that and started screaming into the pillow. I could hear Paul's voice, "Eh, you okay or not? Relax, relax." and Moses, "Why? What happened? Never mind, never mind, you tell me later." and Ariell, "Ariel? Ariel, you alright?"&lt;br /&gt;So I got really pissed with myself that I was getting everyone worried and spoiling their moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Ariell had to leave at that time or I'd have spoken to her about it. Moses brought her down to get a cab. So it was just Paul and I left alone and I could tell he was kinda freaked out by my preposterous behaviour. But still, he stopped the game (yeah, wow) and asked me what happened. I inhaled really deeply so as to prevent myself from exploding again, then he just patted me and said, "Okay okay, you tell me when you've calmed down." then he resumed his stupid game. I glared at him but couldn't help smiling a little lol. Anyway I lay down next to him on the couch and tried to block out what had just happened. He looked worriedly at me and sighed, "Eh relax lah. Don't emo. Okay, what's this?" he held up two fingers. Then I was like, "Um, two?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"NO LAH, MY FINGERS!"&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg, I know. There's more. "What's 1+5?" I still replied, knowing that he'd give some rubbish answer, "6 lah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"NO LAH IT'S -6."&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rolled my eyes and said, "No that would be (-1)+(-5)!" and what did he reply?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"TSK, EXPRESS."&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, OMGWTF. But that's Paul Prado for you. He doesn't push if you can't tell him your problem, he just tries to get your mind off of it. Sweet &lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt; guy. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then Moses came back and I told him what happened, since I had calmed down enough already. He offered to call the ass back to tell him to.. you know. Then he assured me that he was always behind me. Yeah, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then it was around 5:40 and their mom came home! Man, she's the nicest lady I have ever spoken to, serious. Moses bugged me to tell her about my problem (well he just kinda said, "Eh Mommy! Ariel got relationship problem you talk to her lah okay."). So I did, and she gave me a lot of options. Moses was sitting beside me and he said, "Ariel, slap the bastard man." Then his mom scolded him for &lt;i&gt;'teaching me the wrong things'&lt;/i&gt;. Eventually, when I had told her exactly what happened, she said, "Dearie, you show me who he is, I'll slap him for you!"&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA cute family, huh? &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; I love Moses, Paul and their mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it was already 6:05 by then and I had to be home by 7. So I thanked all of them and packed up to leave. Moses and Paul came down with me to hail a cab. Thank God, it came in less than 2 minutes, cause if not I'd have been late. I hated getting into the cab and saying good bye to them because I didn't want my happy feeling to leave with them, you know? But let me tell you, God is gracious. I reached home and had the biggest surprise ever. I'll post about that another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the cab, I received two text messages. The brothers are so different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paul&lt;/u&gt;: Hey ariel thanks for coming ya :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Moses&lt;/u&gt;: Just kw that theres always me and im always here. Thanks sis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached home I had dinner then my Chinese tuition teacher came at 8:30 and I had tuition for an hour (my mom had mercy on me). After that I came online and had, what I felt was, the most tremendous bitching session ever. It was mean alright but it made me feel better. &lt;img src="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/6021/iconwinkda6.gif"&gt; To code that friend, &lt;i&gt;"BITCHING IS DA WAY FORWARD!!~"&lt;/i&gt; Haha, thanks for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, today when I look back, I think yesterday was perfect. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I thought my heart had learned its lesson &lt;br /&gt;It feels so good when you start out &lt;br /&gt;My head is screaming, get a grip, girl &lt;br /&gt;Unless you're dying to cry your heart out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; — &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-6135412652144901792?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/6135412652144901792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=6135412652144901792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6135412652144901792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6135412652144901792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/07/paul-and-moses-house.html' title='Paul and Moses&apos; house!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-3506401314203505992</id><published>2007-07-26T21:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:26:51.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convo with God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; Hey Ariel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;-pretends to have not heard anything-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; Ariel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; What you want lah? &lt;i&gt;(sounding damn pissed)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;-shows me picture of the cross-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;-ignores image-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; Ariel, God loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;-rolls eyes-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; GOD LOVES YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Oh yeah, sure, uh-huh. Then tell me why all this sh*t is happening, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; You remember what I told you at Ad Camp 3? That you have an awesome calling on your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; Satan's going over-time to bring you down. You think he doesn't know that you're called for greatness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I don't exactly feel very great right now, in case You haven't noticed. Look, I know You know everything that's happening. My friendship problems, the vandalism on the toilet wall, my studies, the BREAK-UP, and the disappointment I'm causing everyone. I'm just damn sick of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; My dear girl, why are you condemning yourself? Seriously, you know that you're the only one who's judging you, right? Romans 8:33 says, as I know you well know, &lt;i&gt;Who shall bring a charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;-refuses to let tears fall-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; Jesus knows the pain you're feeling and felt during the break-up. Like Paul said to you just now online, God dumped Jesus so that you could be accepted. He knows the rejection, He felt it so much more. And He died of a broken heart, you know? Yes, so that YOUR heart would be whole. Jesus loves you, He will never dump you nor reject you in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;-keeps quiet-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; Beloved, how much do you think you're worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Um how I feel I'm worth fluctuates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; Okay, so let me tell you that what you feel honestly has nothing to do with the truth. Words simply cannot express how much you're worth, how valuable you are. _______ obviously does not know your worth. You don't either. God dropped His Son for you. Jesus gave up everything WILLINGLY for you. Do you think He'd do that if He didn't love you? If you didn't mean anything to Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; IT'S JUST HARD OKAY?! IT'S DAMN FREAKING HARD RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; Honey, you are an heiress. A princess. Why do you want to dwell in that pit? Don't you know that whatever a princess says goes? When she ain't happy with something, all she's gotta do is open her mouth and speak -- and the problem will be taken care of. God gave you carte blanche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Look, I just don't have any more strength to believe, alright? I'm sorry. I lack faith. I just feel so.. weak. OH DAMN. Okay, know what? I give up. I just give up. I'm at the end of myself, so fine, do what you can. I'm giving it to you, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; Beloved, your simply giving your problems to God speaks volumes of your faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; To tell You the truth, I don't know what You can do, how you can salvage this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; Then you will be surprised at how things will look up. I will not disappoint you, as long as you don't TAKE BACK your burdens. You've been doing that a lot. When you give Me your problems, don't take them back and try solving them by yourself again. Cuz once you do that, I can't help. You will really see My strength when you surrender everything completely to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Okay, fine. We'll see what You can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; Ariel, My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness. Ain't that what you told Moses the other time? My word remains unchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Mmhmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Holy Spirit:&lt;/b&gt; Oh and daughter, I love you so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; -nods-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zenda's personal message on MSN says: Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end (:&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is going to prove to me that that's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; False Pretense - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-3506401314203505992?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/3506401314203505992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=3506401314203505992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3506401314203505992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3506401314203505992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/07/convo-with-god.html' title='Convo with God?'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-522716578007096855</id><published>2007-07-24T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T20:20:49.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You ain't good enough</title><content type='html'>After breaking me, you drop me. I got over it in a day, which I thought was one helluva feat. But now, you come back giving me GODDAMN sugar-coated EXCUSES? They aren't even excuses actually, they're LIES. I see right through them, I see right through YOU and you're pretence. You drop me then realise she's &lt;i&gt;'out of your league'&lt;/i&gt;, and have the gall to think..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my friends were right. You really are far from good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; — &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-522716578007096855?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/522716578007096855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=522716578007096855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/522716578007096855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/522716578007096855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/07/you-aint-good-enough.html' title='You ain&apos;t good enough'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-6650945657433667914</id><published>2007-07-23T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:53:53.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LET YOU DOWN</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#FA1E66&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="8"&gt;Jesus,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I'm really sorry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;Mommy and Daddy, you guys too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this have to be so hard? Feeling &lt;s&gt;rejected&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;violated&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;indignant&lt;/u&gt; is just one damn thing. But the &lt;i&gt;not-good-enough&lt;/i&gt; feeling hurts like hell, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mel, Hui Min, Josh Koh, Agnes, Ariellna and especially Moses (for talking to me until 2am to stop my tears from flowing). But I know the only One who can make me feel whole again is Jesus. But..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FA1E66&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Jesus, You there?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="150" height="40"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4iH4YU6VYf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4iH4YU6VYf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="150" height="40" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- school&lt;br /&gt;- sailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- school&lt;br /&gt;- chinese tuition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- school&lt;br /&gt;- science remedial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- school&lt;br /&gt;- Moses' house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- breakfast with Marlon&lt;br /&gt;- DG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- 1st service&lt;br /&gt;- serving; 2nd service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; Sophia - Nerina Pallot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-6650945657433667914?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/6650945657433667914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=6650945657433667914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6650945657433667914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6650945657433667914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-let-you-down.html' title='I LET YOU DOWN'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-2911026053376851452</id><published>2007-07-22T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:02.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DRESS SENSE REVELATION</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RqMgJ9O-L_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/BXI4MHY_GPY/s1600-h/img_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RqMgJ9O-L_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/BXI4MHY_GPY/s320/img_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089947359287062514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a revelation, people! &lt;b&gt;Clothes do not make a person.&lt;/b&gt; Okay, I know I've said that quite a number of times already, but this is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes do not make a person. Yes, they may make you look simply fabulous and they may win you some boyfriends/girlfriends, and they may give you some kind of confidence. But they do not make you significant. People may look up to you and marvel at how stylish or fashionable you are, but as soon as someone else comes along, you're yesterday's news. Some people strive and work so hard just to make themselves be noticed, or to get themselves a name. And all for what, actually? &lt;b&gt;Significance is the quality of being important&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;which does not rely on the quality of your clothes&lt;/i&gt;. Yes, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're a person of significance, you mean something, are worth something to someone. Sure, I look up to models and fashion designers, celebrities, and even some of my friends. But do they change my life just by making a fashion statement? No, duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I want to be significant. I do. I want to make a difference in peoples' lives. I want God to use me to influence people. And sometimes, I get so caught up in dressing well (you know, picking out the perfect outfit, perfect shoes, etc.) that I think maybe I can influence people more if I impress them. But the truth is, Jesus is the only One who can actually make me significant to my friends and the other people around me. He gives me the favour and the influence, so I can shine His light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately, all of us want to make a difference, and have awesome (sometimes, almost unbelievable) dreams that God placed in our hearts. But since He placed them there, He's the only One who can actually make them come true. When we rely on ourselves, everything just comes crashing down and usually our end result is the opposite of what we want, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've relied on my dress sense and also, my ability to speak good English (yeah, can you imagine?) for way too long and I'm sick of it cause I never feel good enough when I rely on my "strengths".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I think I'm going to let Jesus have it His way. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Of course, this does not mean I'm suddenly going to start wearing rags and speaking in broken English now. I've simply rearranged my priorities, is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; So Grateful - NCC Music Ministry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-2911026053376851452?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/2911026053376851452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=2911026053376851452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2911026053376851452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2911026053376851452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/07/dress-sense-revelation.html' title='DRESS SENSE REVELATION'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RqMgJ9O-L_I/AAAAAAAAAb0/BXI4MHY_GPY/s72-c/img_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-7693106991335484962</id><published>2007-07-20T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:58:20.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be The Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;I wanna be the girl&lt;br /&gt;Who faces her problems head on&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that the victory is hers &lt;br /&gt;The battle's already won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the girl&lt;br /&gt;Who shines God's light&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that nothing is impossible&lt;br /&gt;When she relies on His might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the girl&lt;br /&gt;Who lives in the pink of health&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that by Jesus' stripe she's healed&lt;br /&gt;And so doesn't depend on herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the girl&lt;br /&gt;Who knows she doesn't need&lt;br /&gt;A loser in aluminum foil&lt;br /&gt;To make her feel complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the girl&lt;br /&gt;Whom everyone talks about&lt;br /&gt;Cause they know she's got that special something&lt;br /&gt;Without a shadow of a doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the girl&lt;br /&gt;Who goes to school smiling&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that all's in her Daddy's hands&lt;br /&gt;So she can let go of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be the girl&lt;br /&gt;Who lives a restful life&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that Jesus paid it all&lt;br /&gt;Now she doesn't have to strife&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is, I know, a very bad poem. But it came from the heart when I thought of what my ideal life should be. Then I realised that since I am, after all, an heiress (no, not an heir-head like Paris Hilton), my life CAN actually be all that I want it to be. Because Jesus really did pay for it all, and I am destined to reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; There Is None Like You - Hillsong Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-7693106991335484962?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/7693106991335484962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=7693106991335484962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7693106991335484962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7693106991335484962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-wanna-be-girl.html' title='I Wanna Be The Girl'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-5382198496293612976</id><published>2007-07-17T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:02.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swin at mel's</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#F73341&gt;swim at Mel's&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RpzOyyxxSSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EKfNBmA1ALM/s1600-h/mel+ariel+6+2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RpzOyyxxSSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EKfNBmA1ALM/s320/mel+ariel+6+2-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088169051041122594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good time. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; Keep Your Hands Off My Girl - Good Charlotte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5382198496293612976?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5382198496293612976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5382198496293612976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5382198496293612976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5382198496293612976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/07/swin-at-mels.html' title='swin at mel&apos;s'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RpzOyyxxSSI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EKfNBmA1ALM/s72-c/mel+ariel+6+2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-6357255982999540542</id><published>2007-07-13T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFECT DAY WITH SAM</title><content type='html'>Yeah, school stinks when there are conflicts that hurt both parties and rumours spreading like wild fire. I was so glad when I was finally let out. I then hurriedly headed to the TKG bus stop where I met my best friend, Melanie Lee. Yesterday she sent me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RpdKsyxxSMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/rkv3Ul6qpNs/s1600-h/mel+convo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RpdKsyxxSMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/rkv3Ul6qpNs/s320/mel+convo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086616437543487682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so sweet you know. Last night she even sent me two messages asking me if I was alright. In my previous blog entry I didn't even mention how the conflict had become World War III, and she thought it was just a slight problem. Yet, she still cared enough to, how do you say, &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;affirm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; me. Haha, I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard was a huge help too, even though that's quite hard to believe. He actually offered to send down one of his Holy High ah lians to my school to fight for me. But I told him that would be highly unnecessary, because in autonomous schools, if not, TK, I believe conflicts should be solved through, although intense, &lt;s&gt;civilised&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;reasonable&lt;/u&gt; discussions (I know for certain we're capable of that). Perhaps one day we'll all look back at this matter and laugh about it. I choose not to believe it will have a disastrous outcome, e.g. causing us never to be friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm drifting from the subject. After I met up with Mel, we went for lunch at the Siglap Macs and she treated me, since I was totally broke (actually she wants me to buy her breakfast on Sunday. I'm just saying). Well we found a table and sat and talked for more than 2 hours. It was nice (lol what a lame word). At about 3, we headed home. It's so convenient that her house is directly opposite my estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked through the main gate and was greeted by the sight of my dear brother Sam playing at the playground like a child (he isn't a child any longer, mind you, he has girlfriends). I went up, put my bag down, changed into more comfortable and appropriate clothes and came down to the playground with Sam's skateboard (yeah, the pathetic tiny one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was followed by the funnest time I've ever frikin' had in a long, long time! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif" /&gt; Really. Sam saw me, grinned and I could just imagine what mischievous, twisted and scary thoughts had been going through his little devious mind. Well he went upstairs to our apartment and came down with a long string. He tied it to his bike which was already at the playground, and tied the other end to the skateboard. That was followed by an excited, "Jiejie! Get on the bike and pull me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I obliged, seeing how enthusiastic he was. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif" /&gt; Haha. After about 2 seconds of him being pulled by me riding the bike, he fell off the skateboard. No, not fell, FLEW. He flew off it (!!) cause apparently it had run over a stone or something, and the whole thing like twisted (?). I had found it funny for about 5 seconds, until the damn skateboard had to hit the bike's backwheel and send ME flying. Then it was his turn to howl with laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when this kind of thing happens, I would stand up indignantly and shoot him a death glare. However this time I just started laughing too. So this old lady passed us with her dog and saw us on the grass laughing like mad hyenas who had just inhaled too much nitrous oxide. She stared for a while then quickly walked away, pulling the Spitz, tutting at the same time lol! That caused a new outburst of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after Sam and I had finally wiped the tears from our eyes, we tried again, and this time he managed to balance on the skateboard for more than a minute! Haha, but it was far too strenuous, especially for someone who just wanted to laze around. Hence, he convinced me to go up again to bring down &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; bike so we could both cycle. We cycled all the way to the playground at the other side of the estate, where we stopped because the swings had caught our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, obviously, we had to have a competition. Who could swing the highest? We use to play this game when I was 7 and he was 4. Already knowing that he'd win, I hardly tried, but I made my defeat look convincing enough. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif" /&gt; I had to, or he'd want to play again till I actually tried and he could prove that he was better than me. HAWHAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we continued to swing for a little bit, talking about school and whatnot. He knew I was having problems, but didn't push me to tell him, so I didn't, cause I knew we wouldn't have been able to really enjoy ourselves after that (not as much as we did eventually, anyway). I knew he had problems in school too, but he didn't tell me about them either, which was fine with me. That subject got rather dull after a while, so he started swinging really, super high. So high in fact, that he actually fell back and landed flat on his back! You can't expect a big sister to run to him and ask if he was alright, can you? I JUST SAT ON MY SWING, THREW MY HEAD BACK AND LAUGHED. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif" /&gt; His face darkened and he scowled at me, before rolling his eyes and laughing along. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif" /&gt; Suddenly a gleam came into his eyes and he jumped back onto the swing, and swung as hard as he could. Before long, he was swinging really high (like he could touch the sky, lol it rhymes) and without any warning whatsoever, &lt;b&gt;he jumped off the bloody swing, into the air, and landed hard on his ass&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty much stunned, then kinda concerned, until he started laughing like some maniac. Lol, how retarded. He repeated this a couple more times before it started to bore him, and we carried on cycling through the estate. We stopped at another playground, and we played on the seesaw! Since I'm the heavier one, I was in control. HEHEHE. Let's just say after that episode his ass hurt real bad. &lt;img src="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/6021/iconwinkda6.gif" /&gt; I'm not feeling guilty though. One should never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we got onto the huge tire-swing thing, and tried to balance. 'course, I fell off a couple of times since my sense of balance isn't that great (yet!), but it was fun (lol I'm using that word a lot!). We spent about 10 minutes on that thing itself, how hardcore is that? &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got kinda sick so we got off of it and went to pick flowers. Yes, you saw that correctly. PICK FLOWERS. We picked them then sucked out the nectar! HAHA, if you haven't tried it before, you definitely should. Sam initially picked a bunch for our mom, but in the end sucked them all dry (with my help, of course), so he had to throw the bunch away lol. The sun, I noticed, wasn't that strong as it was before so I looked at my watch and realised that more than an hour had passed since I'd first joined him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then my phone rang and it was my mom, who told us to come home already. It was only then that I really realised I had a bloody awesome time with my brother. I used to feel this way, when my grandpa (the one that passed away last year) use to take us to playgrounds where we'd play Blind Mice. Those were good times, but so very long ago that I never thought I'd ever revisit them again. Well, obviously I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had never felt happier (considering the circumstances and all the shit I'm going through), and I thanked God I have siblings. He gave me TWO, and they're both frikin' awesome brothers whom I don't know what I'd do without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to have more of these moments, cause they mean the world to me, even if they mean nothing to Sam (though I doubt it). &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif" /&gt; It's like, after that, I knew that no matter what, my brother will be on my side. I mean, unless of course he's the one going against me (then everyone ELSE will be on my side) haha. Ah, I just wanna say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#FF729D&gt;I love you, Sam!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RpeUmyxxSNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Uf4MdrPrh2g/s1600-h/IMG_5532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RpeUmyxxSNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Uf4MdrPrh2g/s320/IMG_5532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086697698324728018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ROFLMAO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif" /&gt; Yes, I said it, I got it out. I have many "brothers". You know, like Gerard, Gervais, Dean (especially Dean). But none of them could actually take the place of my blood brother, whom I'd most probably die without. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think this entry is sappy enough. I shall end here. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif" /&gt; Excluding school, this say has been perfect. I know that soon, I'll love school again, and the problem will be settled. These things don't last. I know this one won't, because I'm praying and believing that my Daddy in heaven will fix it somehow. And He has confidently told me that He will. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif" /&gt; Therefore, I shall worry no more because it is in my God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot! &lt;b&gt;THANK YOU, JESUS, FOR GIVING ME SUCH A GOOD DAY.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif" /&gt; Lead Me To The Cross - Hillsong United&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-6357255982999540542?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/6357255982999540542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=6357255982999540542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6357255982999540542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6357255982999540542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/07/perfect-day-with-sam.html' title='PERFECT DAY WITH SAM'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RpdKsyxxSMI/AAAAAAAAAa8/rkv3Ul6qpNs/s72-c/mel+convo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-663300491166316934</id><published>2007-07-11T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:02.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a revelation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RpR9nuHkQiI/AAAAAAAAAa0/3xw-RQHJ2bI/s1600-h/dan+ariel+5+1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RpR9nuHkQiI/AAAAAAAAAa0/3xw-RQHJ2bI/s320/dan+ariel+5+1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085828000556270114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my testimony that Pastor Lian talked about on Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I really need that revelation again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God cannot fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway something I've noticed: I've been studying quite a bit lately, and it feels good. That is, because I'd been feeling like THE sloth of the Earth for more than a month. Being a sloth is such a terrible sin, really. Problem is, I'm dare say I don't only have the characteristics of a sloth, but of a goldfish as well. Yes, I have an attention span of around 3 seconds (I read that on one of the Snapple bottle caps I used to collected). This has been a chronic issue for me. I have never been able to concentrate or focus on one subject for very long. I tend to drift a lot. My mind can wonder from my ex-boyfriend to what I ate for lunch a week ago. And sometimes it gets so bad, I think way too hard, far and MUCH, and I start thinking about things that haven't happen that I want (or sometimes, &lt;u&gt;don't&lt;/u&gt; want) to happen. Now, when I get to that stage, a whirlwind wouldn't be able to get me back into the real world. See how dangerous that is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God, I seem to be changing slightly. Now, I actually pay attention in class. My mind doesn't drift as much. I come home, take out my books and revise, without even thinking about Ben &amp; Jerry's! &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; I'm really thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I think that part of the reason I'm becoming more focused on school work is that I'm too afraid to let my mind wander. There are some stuff I really don't wanna think about, really don't want to focus on. Mostly they have to do with the people in school (duh). So I force my mind to think about other things, like Sets. Haha yeah, that's math. I remember Zach asking me last year if I was learning sets, and he said something about a C sign. And I told him, "Well that made a hell lotta sense." LOL! Well, even though Sets still don't make that much sense to me, it's better to think about that than the &lt;i&gt;other stuff&lt;/i&gt;. God, things have been so hard lately, and it appalls me that I'm so freaking &lt;u&gt;affected&lt;/u&gt;. Hell, I don't even wanna start, or my entry will be similar to Hui Min's (if you know what I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's it. I'm ending. Below's a quiz thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : Zoe Bananna &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I find&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : School a hellhole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I want&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : To sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : Tuition in half an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I wish&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : I was in heaven now! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I hate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : The certain breed of people who screw everything up and act all innocent (they appal me and make me want to say things I most probably would get beaten up for, but say anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I miss&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : Paul and Darrel (LOL) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I fear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : My parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I feel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : Dead-ass tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I hear&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : The fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I smell&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : Leather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I search&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I wonder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : What God has planned for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I regret&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : Buying that stupid LV bracelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I have&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; : To grab more hours of sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do You...&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have a dream that keeps coming back?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  No, that would just be creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Believe there is life on other planets?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Remember your first love?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Still love him/her?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  Yes, very very much. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have any gay or lesbian friends?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Believe in miracles?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  My God is forever faithful! &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Consider yourself tolerant of others?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  You have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Consider love a mistake?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  Of course not. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Like the taste of alcohol?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Believe in God?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  Du-uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pray?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Go to church?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have any piercings?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  I have three (for now). &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have an obsession?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Have a secret crush?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Do they know yet?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Care about looks?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;  Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... AH'M SLEEEPYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.&lt;/i&gt; Shaun, you made me tear. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; To think you'd have come all the way to my place just cause of &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; problem? ... You really didn't break that promise you made last year. Thank you so much. It means a lot, especially now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif" /&gt; The Only You - NCC Music ministry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-663300491166316934?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/663300491166316934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=663300491166316934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/663300491166316934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/663300491166316934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-need-revelation.html' title='I need a revelation!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RpR9nuHkQiI/AAAAAAAAAa0/3xw-RQHJ2bI/s72-c/dan+ariel+5+1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-7362823075198117075</id><published>2007-07-09T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T17:19:52.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heaps of stuff have happened in the last few days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, my dear Hui Min got saved! Praise Jesus. Now she's Daddy's beloved. I was so happy when she went up to the front on Saturday after the sermon to receive Christ, I could have cried. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I gave Moses a very, very NICE talk on him being the righteousness of God in Christ no matter what he does or how he feels. What's been done cannot be undone. And anyway now, I think he's feeling a lot better. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;School.&lt;/b&gt; Man, I have so many things to say about school. The lessons, for the first time, cause the least stress and trouble. Now, the people in school, on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have decided not to post anything about anyone or any of the problems that have aroused, for Theodore's sake. I know the people who are involved know what I'm talking about, and I'm just saying. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the other not-as-significant things that took place, well, they're not significant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER BELLAS. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; I've got some hardcore mugging to occupy my time with. I'll update soon, maybe even tonight. Unlikely, but maybe. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; The Same - Coach Ronnie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-7362823075198117075?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/7362823075198117075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=7362823075198117075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7362823075198117075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7362823075198117075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/07/heaps-of-stuff-have-happened-in-last.html' title=''/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-1326085987637736260</id><published>2007-07-07T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:03.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Ro72HOHkQhI/AAAAAAAAAas/uoF9vL_ZRr8/s1600-h/me+59+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Ro72HOHkQhI/AAAAAAAAAas/uoF9vL_ZRr8/s320/me+59+1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084271633257218578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been so damn long and strenuous. I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; Hosanna - Hillsong United&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-1326085987637736260?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/1326085987637736260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=1326085987637736260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1326085987637736260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1326085987637736260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-week-has-been-so-damn-long-and.html' title=''/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Ro72HOHkQhI/AAAAAAAAAas/uoF9vL_ZRr8/s72-c/me+59+1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-3240093582901873255</id><published>2007-07-02T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:03.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK TO BLOGGER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RoifXOHkQgI/AAAAAAAAAak/05Lf3Vpunto/s1600-h/dan+sam+ariel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RoifXOHkQgI/AAAAAAAAAak/05Lf3Vpunto/s320/dan+sam+ariel+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082487400763245058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've returned to blogger. Long, depressing story. &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm actually not suppose to have a blog. My parents don't trust me with one. I mean, they don't even trust me with Friendster (hence the absence of my friendster account), sheesh. Anyway, sadly I've been so accustomed to typing out how my day has been that it's quite hard to stop. It's just been about a week since I closed down xanga.com/intranquillity, and I already feel the strain. I think I'm addicted to blogging. &lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4241/iconsadwd4.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow! The inter-school regatta starts tomorrow and I have to reach the Sailing Centre by 8:30 in the morning. It ends at around 6 in the evening, so obviously I won't be going to school. And the timing couldn't have been better too, because I have to hand in History, Geography and D&amp;T homework, all of which I have not done, on Tuesday. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Wednesday will also be spent out at sea, so I'll be going to school only 2 out of 7 days yo! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday's DARE service will be very good. Someone who hasn't preached for a very long time will be preaching. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; That'll keep you in suspense, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you know what — now that I'm blogging again, I don't really feel like it. Aaaahh, obviously I have issues. Hence, I've decided to do this dumb quiz that I found on Eileen's blog. A day can't be a &lt;b&gt;holi&lt;/b&gt;day unless you spend it doing something completely pointless. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Name people you know from A - Z;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arielle&lt;br /&gt;Bradley&lt;br /&gt;Cress&lt;br /&gt;Darryl&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;Fanuel&lt;br /&gt;Gerard&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min&lt;br /&gt;Ian Chong&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Koh&lt;br /&gt;Kenn (uncle)&lt;br /&gt;Leon&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;Nigell&lt;br /&gt;Olivia&lt;br /&gt;Pierson&lt;br /&gt;Qi Xiang&lt;br /&gt;Renn&lt;br /&gt;Sam Ho&lt;br /&gt;Tess&lt;br /&gt;Unice&lt;br /&gt;Vic&lt;br /&gt;Wen Xuan&lt;br /&gt;Xiaoping&lt;br /&gt;Yixin&lt;br /&gt;Zach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What does A sms you about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She hardly does, unless we're suppose to meet up then she'll text me to ask me where I am.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How many siblings does B have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2, I think.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What is C's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lol, Cress.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How did you get to know D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Through his friends, I think.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. How desperate is E?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Incredibly, unimaginably desperate. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; Kiddin'!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How much is F older/younger than you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;About a year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Name of G's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whomever he decides will be for the week.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Does H know I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, thank God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What would happen if J becomes your enemy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll be very upset.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are K &amp; L friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAHAHAHA, NO. But if they met each other, I'm sure they'd be. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; They have the same retarded and rather disturbing sense of humour.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How many people do you know with M's initials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hmmm, none.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you enjoy talking on the phone with N?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hardly talk to him on the phone.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you think O knows P?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nope.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How geeky is Q?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not at all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Is R very popular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't know, haven't spoken to her in ages.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What would happen if you found out that S likes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She already loves me. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Is T a very random person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hell yeah.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. How are U and V related?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;They're not, in any way.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you take W as anything other than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;She's ALIMAMA!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;img src="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/6021/iconwinkda6.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When is the last time you met up with X?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;E.J. Camp 2.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are Y &amp; Z enemies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, I doubt they even know each other.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Of everyone from A - Z, who do you love the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hard to say, but most probably, MEL.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Will you betray any of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not making any promises.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Have you confessed to anyone from A - Z?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, two of them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an ass-stupid quiz. &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh! I found this on youtube. It's one of the more memorable songs in Grease 2. Okay, scratch that, it's &lt;b&gt;damn funny&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;img src="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/6021/iconwinkda6.gif"&gt; Mel the prude thinks it's pervertic, but don't listen to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlxJ7NTbiNw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UlxJ7NTbiNw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="320" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr. Stuart:&lt;br /&gt;The parts of a flower are so constructed that very, very often the wind will cause pollination.&lt;br /&gt;If not, then a bee or any other nectar gathering creature can create the same situation.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, anything that gets the pollen to the pistils, write it on the list.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to make it crystal-clear:&lt;br /&gt;The flower's insatiable passion turns its life into a circus of debauchery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Stuart: &lt;br /&gt;Now you see just how the stamen gets its lusty dust onto the stigma.&lt;br /&gt;And why this frenzied chlorophyllous orgy starts in spring is no enigma!&lt;br /&gt;We call this quest for satisfaction a what, class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorority girls: &lt;br /&gt;A photo-periodic reaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Stuart: &lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's good, that's very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm lost where are we? &lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2, page 5...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reproduction, reproduction!&lt;br /&gt;Put your pollen tube to work.&lt;br /&gt;Reproduction, reproduction!&lt;br /&gt;Make my stamen go berserk.&lt;br /&gt;Reproduction!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think they even know what a pistil is!&lt;br /&gt;I got your pistil right here...&lt;br /&gt;Where does the pollen go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Stuart: &lt;br /&gt;Next chapter, In an abstract way, the same thing applies&lt;br /&gt;To the reproductive organs of the more complex life forms.&lt;br /&gt;But now we are dealing with sexual response.&lt;br /&gt;Are there any questions before we begin reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible the female member of some sex on a couch&lt;br /&gt;Could like get this guy all hot and she never even knew it?&lt;br /&gt;When a warm-blooded mammal in a tight little sweater&lt;br /&gt;Starts pullin' that stuff, is she sayin' that she wants to do it?&lt;br /&gt;Can't prove it by me, cause they change their tune&lt;br /&gt;When you got 'em in the back seat.&lt;br /&gt;With his heart beatin' fast! &lt;br /&gt;Sorority girls: &lt;br /&gt;They make it sound like a track meet, gross!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then all they can do is say "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reproduction, reproduction!&lt;br /&gt;Baby, give it to me now.&lt;br /&gt;Reproduction, reproduction!&lt;br /&gt;Is that all you think about?&lt;br /&gt;Reproduction!&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby show me that you really love me so!&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, I think I'm gonna throw up!&lt;br /&gt;Where does the pollen go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Stuart:&lt;br /&gt;The human is the only being capable of consciously controlling its number of offspring.&lt;br /&gt;Any comments on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulette: &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Stuart, is it true that guys like you, you know, mature and all,&lt;br /&gt;Carry some protection with them for sexual occasions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: What's the big deal? Can't a girl just do that thing in a book&lt;br /&gt;Where she adds up the days of her, uh, what do you call it, mentalstration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's really neat! Yeah, and what will the guy say when the numbers don't add up right, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reproduction, reproduction!&lt;br /&gt;Hope he's proud of what he's done.&lt;br /&gt;Reproduction, reproduction!&lt;br /&gt;He was only pokin' fun.&lt;br /&gt;Reproduction!&lt;br /&gt;See what happens when a boy and girl&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how to play it safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reproduction, reproduction!&lt;br /&gt;Reproduction, reproduction!&lt;br /&gt;Reproduction, reproduction!&lt;br /&gt;Reproduction!&lt;br /&gt;Where does the pollen go?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA FUNNY RIIIIIGHT?! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; No, I'm not sick. I just think the tune is super catchy, and our Science teachers should really make lessons this interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/2592/iconlpyf3.gif"&gt; Grease 2: Reproduction - YouTube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-3240093582901873255?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/3240093582901873255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=3240093582901873255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3240093582901873255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3240093582901873255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/07/ive-returned-to-blogger.html' title='BACK TO BLOGGER!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RoifXOHkQgI/AAAAAAAAAak/05Lf3Vpunto/s72-c/dan+sam+ariel+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-8150571600826111877</id><published>2007-05-06T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T14:44:38.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye blogger!</title><content type='html'>haha, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/intranquillity" target="_blank"&gt;xanga.com/intranquillity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byebye, blogger! For now. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; I Fall At Your Feet - NCC Music Ministry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-8150571600826111877?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/8150571600826111877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=8150571600826111877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/8150571600826111877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/8150571600826111877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/05/byebye-blogger.html' title='byebye blogger!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-5894814239354127540</id><published>2007-05-04T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:03.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO MATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjsGU0fFjAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/u_iziKBbtPk/s1600-h/shoppinggg!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjsGU0fFjAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/u_iziKBbtPk/s320/shoppinggg!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060645561037065218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post #100. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was a killer today. It would be by sheerly God's grace if I pass with a C6. Paper 1 was so difficult I almost cried cause I couldn't finish like 6 questions. Paper 2 was better but I'm still not that confident of passing. I called my mom right after I was done and would've bawled my eyes out if my friends hadn't been around. But she said it was okay and that Jesus will take care of everything if I just &lt;b&gt;let go&lt;/b&gt;. But I'm finding that harder and harder to do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the depressing papers, me and a couple of others &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;walked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; (yes, WALKED) to the Marine Parade Library from school to study again. I've been doing that for 3 days straight now. We sat down at one of the soft cushion-like seats and ordered food. No sooner, Darryl Chua and his &lt;i&gt;friends&lt;/i&gt; (if you can call them that) from VS came, again. You know, yesterday when I complained about them, the matter wasn't as serious as it is now. I don't think I can relate to you how terribly pissed off I was after what they did today. God, I don't think they could possibly get worse, or drop to a lower level. It's just despicable. Ah, let's not dwell on this matter any longer. It still ticks me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished up our chocolate brownie with ice-cream and chocolate sauce (omg, fatty!), we went to the 2nd level to do work. Or, at least that was our intention. We ended up talking and laughing and taking lots and lots of pictures, none of which I am going to post up here. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Because I am feeling lazy now. After all of that nonsense, I realised that if my Math was gone, at least if I do well for my Science then I still stand a chance to go to 3A. So we found some space at the back of the library and sat down to actually mug. And, I managed to study. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; It's an improvement, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 3.25 we all left. Mark had tuition so Dean left with him, I think. Shar's dad sent Hui Min and Eileen home. And I took a bus. &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt; Got home, watched TV for a while before coming online. Had two very interesting conversations. One with Zachary and one with Hui Min, HAHA. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm suppose to have my shower and get ready for Bible Study, but I think I'll miss this one. I'll just get my mom to get the CD. I need to sleep early, haven't been getting enough sleep for the past few days due to the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to take a short nap now so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;au revoir mes chéris!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjsarkfFjBI/AAAAAAAAAac/pRrjr2jZbVw/s1600-h/Kate+Moss+Topshop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjsarkfFjBI/AAAAAAAAAac/pRrjr2jZbVw/s320/Kate+Moss+Topshop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060667942111644690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; In Christ Alone - Brian Littrell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5894814239354127540?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5894814239354127540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5894814239354127540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5894814239354127540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5894814239354127540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/05/boo-math.html' title='BOO MATH'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RjsGU0fFjAI/AAAAAAAAAaU/u_iziKBbtPk/s72-c/shoppinggg!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-117531182443893566</id><published>2007-05-03T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:03.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha, boring day.</title><content type='html'>This post is going to be short cuz I gotta run soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and I went to the Marine Parade Library after school. The place has shrunk, seriously. The last time I explored it I was like, 8? And it seemed a lot bigger. Well that's good news I guess, means I've grown. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Saw Clayton and his friend, and Boon May, Cheryl and the others there too but we didn't join them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we got there and today it was especially crowded, so there wasn't any place to sit. We waited for a while then these two JC students got up and we sat down and ordered a big, big, satisfactory lunch. Hella awesome, but it was so &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt;. I told Mel I had trouble fitting into my Levi's, and she all she said was, "You're not growing fat, you're &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;growing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;." Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we got some Math done and then who came to join us? JON SEOW AND DARRYL CHUA. You know, I was shocked. They actually look respectable in their school uniforms. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; Seow still looks like a total beng though, with his shirt tucked out and all his gross earrings. Chua's looking good, haven't seen him in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they came and Mel was talking on the phone to Gerard. Which she does like almost everyday now, don't ask me why. I'm still trying to figure that out. So anyhow, we were all trying to solve this stupid damned question in the Math Mid Year Specimen Paper 1. It was kinda funny, seeing sec 3s and sec 4s have difficulty finding the answer. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's pretty much it. I sorta completed the Paper, then Jon went to send his girlfriend to God knows where, and Darryl left with his annoying bunch of childish VS faggots. Trust me, I'm not saying that just cuz they're from VS. I mean, they were seriously vexing and irking us. Like, they had nothing better to do. Hah, no lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 6, Mel and I left. Reached my estate at around 6.20 and sat at the bus stop to talk, until like 7. Oh my God, we were discussing about this &lt;i&gt;guy&lt;/i&gt; who smokes, drinks, and you know. The rest of those gross things. Worst part is, he's filthy rich, and really hot. Sad, eh? That's pretty much what keeps him going, but whatevs. Mel says I should influence him to get on the right track. But that's kinda hard, I think he just really needs God. Yessir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7, went home and had dinner. I washed the dishes again today! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Wowee, I'm so proud of myself. I've earned quite a lot already, actually. But today I was really stupid and wore my Abercrombie tee and got dish washing detergent all over it. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, what a boring day I had today. &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt; Tomorrow's Math, damn. Never mind, I call the Papers blessed! In Jesus' name, amen. I call &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; papers blessed too. Agree with me okay, when two or more stand in agreement it is done! &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Since this has been such a boring post (one of my few), I shall treat you all to a rather embarrassing picture that my dear brother took when I wasn't prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjnmZEfFi_I/AAAAAAAAAaM/043megS-XCY/s1600-h/omg+ariel+%26+zoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjnmZEfFi_I/AAAAAAAAAaM/043megS-XCY/s320/omg+ariel+%26+zoe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060328974702709746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, look at my expression! Funny, right? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good mood now. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; Adonai - Hillsong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-117531182443893566?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/117531182443893566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=117531182443893566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/117531182443893566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/117531182443893566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/05/haha-boring-day.html' title='haha, boring day.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RjnmZEfFi_I/AAAAAAAAAaM/043megS-XCY/s72-c/omg+ariel+%26+zoe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-4538935844348436982</id><published>2007-05-02T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:04.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AH DAMN GEOG</title><content type='html'>Notice how everytime you tell yourself to study, you don't? When you try forcing yourself to sit down and actually take out the books to mug, you don't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay actually, I think it's just me. God, mugging for Geog can be so tiring. I think I'll have another latte, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.&lt;/i&gt; Courtney got these over the weekend omg! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjhfLUfFi-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/ATA1-b7MCS8/s1600-h/I+want!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjhfLUfFi-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/ATA1-b7MCS8/s320/I+want!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059898829433048034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet she &lt;u&gt;lives&lt;/u&gt; to make me jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; Runaway - Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-4538935844348436982?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/4538935844348436982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=4538935844348436982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4538935844348436982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4538935844348436982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/05/ah-damn-geog.html' title='AH DAMN GEOG'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RjhfLUfFi-I/AAAAAAAAAaE/ATA1-b7MCS8/s72-c/I+want!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-377563692406230755</id><published>2007-05-01T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:04.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deleted post</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, I deleted my previous post. It had way too much emotion and was so uncalled for. If you have read it, please ignore it. I think I was just having a really, really bad case of PMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my Chinese tuition just finished. My tutor stayed half an hour longer than she should have, which made it 2 hours. Does that suck or what? But whatevs. I am totally convinced that I am going to die tomorrow during the Chinese Paper 1 unless Jesus comes down and saves me. I'm not going to try to help myself because by just &lt;i&gt;looking&lt;/i&gt; at the damned questions and all those small annoying Chinese characters, I feel like dying. I feel pretty hopeless now but there's always hope where Jesus is so I'm dumping the whole Paper on Him. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Fanuel Trevon wants me to wish all of you happy mugging for the Mid Years, even though he knows none of you. He's such a sweetheart for calling me to see if I was alright, even though he was like, 3 hours late lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's all, I'm gonna slack the rest of Labour Day away. I mean, it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; Labour Day. Oh except the washing dishes part. I forgot to do em' yesterday so I've definitely got to start today. Later, bellas.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rjca30fFi9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ihap-QOkitM/s1600-h/sam+ariel+25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rjca30fFi9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ihap-QOkitM/s320/sam+ariel+25.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059542252658199506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I miss this fringe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; Let U Go - Ashley Parker Angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-377563692406230755?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/377563692406230755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=377563692406230755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/377563692406230755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/377563692406230755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/05/deleted-post.html' title='Deleted post'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Rjca30fFi9I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Ihap-QOkitM/s72-c/sam+ariel+25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-9204274168890493821</id><published>2007-04-30T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:05.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam period 1!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjWke0fFi7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ii0K4cJyM_A/s1600-h/icons+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjWke0fFi7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ii0K4cJyM_A/s320/icons+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059130605812681650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful day, isn't it? The sun's shining and I should either be tanning, or out with my friends shopping. But due to those dreaded Mid Years, I am at home studying Chinese. Ew, chinese, can you imagine? Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the English Papers didn't go too badly. Although my Composition Writing is hella disappointing, I still think I'll get at least a B3. Shit, I've never gotten a B for writing in my life. But my Narrative was so Drama Rama, sheesh. It's really all in God's hands now since there is completely nothing I can do. I already prayed before starting so I guess I'll do alright. My Speech was good though, I'm sure I'll do well in that. The Comprehension paper was cake, and so was the Summary, although I really hope I'd gotten most of the points. I know I shouldn't really worry about all this, since I already trusted God. It's over anyhow, nothing much I can do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Labour Day, but get this shit — I have Chinese Tuition at 3. Wth, it's &lt;i&gt;Labour Day&lt;/i&gt;. Yes, fine, I'm still studying but that's different. Geez, this whole mug-your-ass-off-without-caring-about-your-health-or-social-status thing is really getting to me. If I had a choice, I'd &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; go clubbing with Shaun this Saturday. Argh, but then I'd need cash, which I don't have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm saving up for the Sale that comes once every year. Since my style has tweaked a little and my mom doesn't agree on most of the clothes I like, I'm gonna have to pay for em' &lt;b&gt;mahself&lt;/b&gt;. Worst part is, those clothes are NOT cheap. So this is the plan: I don't eat at all in school and save my entire allowance for the whole month of May. Then I'll do the dishes (I know, me doing chores, like omg!) and earn $1 each plate. Also, I've volunteered to help my Dad wash the car every Saturday. $10. Oh, and not forgetting the ultimate ass-sucking I'm gonna do with my Grandma, so she'll give me like $5 a day too. So all in all, I'll make about $500+ by the end of the month. I know, $500 isn't much and I'm trying to think of more ways to earn more money, but so far that's all I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, just thinking about shopping makes me want to relive that time I went out with Jason. Jason, as in, the gay one. He may be gay but he's hella awesome and has a great sense of Fashion. The last time we went out, he picked out this dress for me and I stupidly agreed and bought it. Along with other things, I spent over $800 on just the stuff he suggested. He's got seriously expensive taste, but that's why I love him. Not to mention that he's rich, too. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm out. My mom's gross VS guys are over and I have to look pretty, superior, and hella smarter than them. And I'm in urgent need of a Starbucks latte now. Someone buy me one and send it over, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjWuv0fFi8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/c52xxtoXFOs/s1600-h/vogue+logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjWuv0fFi8I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/c52xxtoXFOs/s320/vogue+logo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059141892986735554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; You're Crashing, But You're No Wave - Fall Out Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-9204274168890493821?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/9204274168890493821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=9204274168890493821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/9204274168890493821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/9204274168890493821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/04/exam-period-1.html' title='Exam period 1!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjWke0fFi7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/Ii0K4cJyM_A/s72-c/icons+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-2790118483150425722</id><published>2007-04-28T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:05.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH STUDY</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjMR10fFi5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/0ThhYjGc6Yo/s1600-h/icons+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjMR10fFi5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/0ThhYjGc6Yo/s320/icons+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058406422786968466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone's infrared's being a bitch (it can't connect to my laptop), so I can't upload the photos we took at the library yesterday. Astrid and Hui Min are hounding me to send them the photos. We had one helluva funny time; Astrid, Michelle, Hui Min, Sharmane, Mark, Dean, and I.  Amazing thing is, we all actually managed to study there. I swear, I'm gonna turn into a gooky nerd, not a pretty sight. Then I'll be forced to join Mark's study gang, GAWD. Imagine that, haha. If you're imagining all of us sitting in the library quietly doing work like a bunch of studious geeks, THINK AGAIN. There was a lot of laughing and teasing and bitching involved. We smuggled food and drinks into the library too lol. Mark and Shar were all cozy. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; &lt;i&gt;To think I would have been jealous if not for Fanny.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that — school, was ass-boring, as usual. 'Cept for the last part when Miss Tan Mui Mui allowed us to camwhore in class. She's not that bad, I guess. The class girls took a photo, in the order of register number. It was pretty cool. But the picture's in my phone. Bummer, huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For today, I revised my Lit for a bit before heading out. I wasn't exactly sure were I would be heading when I got on the bus, but ended up somewhere near Parkway and picked up the new Teen Vogue and some Starbucks. Someone really needs to tell my mom that the Starbucks sign is a stop sign, like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, back to studying. My mom just caught my on the internet and &lt;u&gt;ordered&lt;/u&gt; me to get back to work. Bloody studies, driving me insane. Can't wait for post exam. Let's all have a crazy costume party, bellas. With a buffet and a photoshoot.. Aaah, but now let's just focus on getting &lt;i&gt;past&lt;/i&gt; the damned mid years. &lt;b&gt;Vvvrrooomm.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjMaREfFi6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/3D0aaGg4lcs/s1600-h/studious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjMaREfFi6I/AAAAAAAAAZk/3D0aaGg4lcs/s320/studious.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058415687031425954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;Zach deleted his blog (&lt;a href="http://cirquedeparanoia.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;cirquedeparanoia.B*S&lt;/a&gt;) about a week ago. Now some asshole's advertising a whole lotta junk there. Do note that that is NOT Zachary, and is probably some bot. It infuriates me to see such a respected URL being abused like that. Damn that bot, or whatever it is.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.P.S.&lt;/i&gt; There's going to be this big &lt;b&gt;Midnight Mayhem&lt;/b&gt; thing going on at DXO on the 5th of May. Yeah, that would be my only chance of spicing up my ass-boring life, but unfortunately it's right smack in between my &lt;u&gt;exams&lt;/u&gt;. And the tickets cost $20 and I'd be needing a fake ID, which could cost a hell lot. Shaun offered to help get me one, but you know. I'm saving up for this gorgeous LV bag I saw. What a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; The Sweet Escape - Gwen Stefani&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-2790118483150425722?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/2790118483150425722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=2790118483150425722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2790118483150425722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2790118483150425722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/04/ahh-study.html' title='AHH STUDY'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RjMR10fFi5I/AAAAAAAAAZc/0ThhYjGc6Yo/s72-c/icons+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-2543828347711929422</id><published>2007-04-26T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:05.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not really in the mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjCEOEfFi3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/57djF7wifmE/s1600-h/icons+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjCEOEfFi3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/57djF7wifmE/s320/icons+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057687758794230642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really got much to blog about for the past few days. It's pretty much been studying, studying, and more studying since the mid years are next week. Time sure flies, and soon I'll be in sec 3. But before that, there's always Ad Camp 3 and E.J. Camp 3. Hella awesome, can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing some thinking (I know, like omg!), and I realised that I'm one helluva whacky person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical appearance, for one — my hair. At the beginning of last year, it was cropped and short. Then I cut it even shorter and spiked it. Then it progressed to long, wispy ends, but still spiked up. After that, it got cut short again, and that was followed by a period of growing out. Next was the bob, which looked like a helmet. Then there came the "MQ" style, and the "Horn" styles of tying. Now, it's long at the back, shorter at the sides and has a slanted fringe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just an example. Another point — my moods and opinions can change really, really quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I was telling my mom that I don't understand why girls my age would want to actually put on cosmetics. The next moment, I found myself applying eyeliner and lipgloss. &lt;br /&gt;One time I started convincing everyone around me that going into relationships at this age is totally ridiculous, because it won't last. The next thing you know, I'd jumped right into one. &lt;br /&gt;When I came into sec school, I thought swearing was cool. Soon after, I thought it was really low-class and cut down on a lot of dirty words that came outta my mouth. &lt;br /&gt;I use to make fun of the girls who cried and and went into depression because they had boy problems. Right after that, I went through the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;There was a time I told my friends that it was a waste of money to buy designer clothing, because they aren't worth it, and that fashion isn't everything. 5 minutes later, I was begging my mom for more Dolce &amp; Gabbana tops. &lt;br /&gt;Once I wanted to put on more weight so that I'd be in good shape and healthy. Suddenly I looked in the mirror and saw myself way too fat, and almost fell into bulimia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There was a time I thought I had everything, before I looked around and felt that everything I thought I had meant nothing, and everything everyone else had was missing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unstable, much? But thank God, He's not like that. When Jesus says somethin', it's forever. He keeps every single one of His promises. If He says He'll be there, HE WILL BE THERE. I can always, always rely on Him to give me support, comfort, and be my hiding place. It's true, that &lt;i&gt;when I look at myself, I feel distressed. When I look around me, I feel depressed. But &lt;span style="background-color: #FFFF53"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;b&gt;when I look to Jesus, I'm at rest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; Strong Enough - Stacie Orrico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-2543828347711929422?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/2543828347711929422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=2543828347711929422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2543828347711929422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2543828347711929422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/04/not-really-in-mood.html' title='Not really in the mood.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RjCEOEfFi3I/AAAAAAAAAZM/57djF7wifmE/s72-c/icons+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-6664695056806485879</id><published>2007-04-23T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:06.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best S words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Riw5_uSOYZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Wwpmclp_syk/s1600-h/ariel+shaun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Riw5_uSOYZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Wwpmclp_syk/s320/ariel+shaun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056480248549237138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We both don't look good here, hun. &lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4241/iconsadwd4.gif"&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;I've got a hellotta stuff to tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiytXeSOYbI/AAAAAAAAAZE/DExRNBLfnZ0/s1600-h/me+44+2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiytXeSOYbI/AAAAAAAAAZE/DExRNBLfnZ0/s320/me+44+2-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056607100408324530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey see, monkey do! Right, Jess? &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesse's my &lt;i&gt;ang mo lang&lt;/i&gt;. Literally, I mean he's got red hair and his behaviour resembles that of a monkey's. How ironic, for a whole 15 min I had been copying whatever he did. The above picture's his favourite pose, but he's not allowing me to post his picture here on my blog. Pity, cause then you all won't be able to see his oh-so-gorgeous eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol he's over at my place now, we're lying around like bloated beached whales. Mom and Dad aren't in and my brothers are in school. The morning was all peanut butter cookies, brownies (all gone!), apples, an entire length of baguette, root beer, Ben &amp; Jerry's Chunky Monkey. Squash was funny, I hit the ball and it flew to the ceiling and bounced back down at the speed of a meteorite. Well, at least I managed to make contact, right Jess? An improvement. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you must be wondering what I'm doing at home when I should be in school. It's not that I ponned, alright. I went to the Doctor's yesterday night and she gave me an MC for today and tomorrow. So I invited Jess over and to do work. Duh, we didn't get down to work right away, but now we're doing some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, do you know what's really good? Those Marks and Spencer shortbread cookies. I'm telling you, the organic range is about the best stuff you can find contained in a box (and Pepperidge Farm Brussel cookies). I'm munching my way through the box now while studying History with Jess and typing this out. Last week had been crammed with tests, and this week's going to be pretty much revision all the way. Mid years start next Monday. I'm not sure if I should be happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait for them to be over. Sleepovers and shopping sprees. The best S words always come after the exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24/4: Happy 15th, Jer. I love you for everything you are, and everything you're not. You're born on a special day (the twenty forth!) We have to go to Max Brenner and have chocolate fondue &amp; suckao again like last year. Your birthday present's coming soon! I'll bake for your party, and I can't wait for Friday's dinner. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/6742/quote1rz4.gif"&gt; A handphone is a solid piece of mechanism &lt;br /&gt;that can do many things, &lt;br /&gt;most of which are irrelevant to my life &lt;br /&gt;and waste Dad's money. &lt;img src="http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/1651/quote2vu1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Samuel Judah Lim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RixDluSOYaI/AAAAAAAAAY8/PivIbOxrvtE/s1600-h/vogue+logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RixDluSOYaI/AAAAAAAAAY8/PivIbOxrvtE/s320/vogue+logo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056490796988916130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/2956/noteiw3.gif"&gt; If Looks Could Kill - Camera Obscura &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-6664695056806485879?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/6664695056806485879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=6664695056806485879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6664695056806485879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6664695056806485879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/04/best-s-words.html' title='The best S words'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Riw5_uSOYZI/AAAAAAAAAY0/Wwpmclp_syk/s72-c/ariel+shaun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-1523927446529048678</id><published>2007-04-22T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:06.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anorexia? Bulimia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#C73132&gt;Dolce &amp; Gabbana, Fendi and NaDonna&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg you wouldn't believe this — Lorraine saw me with my mom at Fox and gave me the &lt;i&gt;Fox?!-you've-gotta-be-kiddin'-me&lt;/i&gt; look lol! Coincidentally, it was also her who caught me at Chomel and dragged me outta there hissing in me ear, "Why are you here when I introduced you to Tiffany's &amp; Co. two years ago?" That was a funny episode too haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mom was holding on to this hobo-looking top, and I was telling her that I saw something like that at Ralph Lauren which was so much classier, but then she looked at me and pointed out the difference in price. Geez, fine, there's always the Great Singapore Sale that's coming up in about a month. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Just think about all the ?% offs around Singapore! That Sale is pretty much always the highlight of the year (besides camps) for me. Just thinking about shopping gets me high now, even though I know it's just temporary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I know I'm becoming really materialistic and superficial. Shallow, and pathetic, I dare say so myself. I'm gonna relate to y'all what happened yesterday, which is actually rather embarrassing and personal, alright. Okay, so actually, it started on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I ate a lot. And I mean, more than I have ever eaten in one meal before. I went home, looked in the mirror and one word came to my mind. I think you can guess — FAT. It kinda worried me, but I ignored it and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I woke up and looked in my full-body mirror again, and let me tell you, what I saw shocked and appalled me to such heights that my knees buckled, I swear. My thighs were BIG. LARGE. HUMONGOUS. Whatever word you want to use that describes fat. I mean, they were like the size of tree trunks. And worse, I had a beer belly. So, I skipped breakfast and lunch and feeling depressed and very self-conscious, I went for D.A.R.E.. Pastor Gab preached, and it was really an awesome message! But that has nothing to do with what happened after that so I'll talk about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after the service we all went to eat dinner. By then, I was starving. So I bought food and ate like some pig. After that I went home, had my shower and washed up. I came out from the bathroom and looked at the poster beside my bed — the one with The Pussycat Dolls. Then I looked into my mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9DFF3C"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;And rushed back into the bathroom and forced all my dinner out into the toilet bowl. After about 15 min of purging, I got up shakily and looked in the mirror again and thought, &lt;b&gt;what the hell am I doing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you can guess. What happened? I'm trying way too bloody hard to fit in. The world says beautiful is thin. I started to see myself as not thin enough. How pathetic. You know sometimes it's like I'm a chameleon, trying to be or melt into that something that everyone wants. But I'm ME. And I guess I forgot that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst, I forgot that I am the temple of God. My body deserves respect. And I'm also made in the image of God, and God is beautiful. God sees me as beautiful. I don't know why I tried to hard, and for nothing. It's stupid. It's true that beauty isn't skin-deep, but for some reason, when you're a teen or stepping into adolescence, it feels like your outer image really matters, even though you know in you heart that it means nothing, and it'll fade away anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, for example. We girls do, at times, think that guys only are interested in girls who are drop-dead gorgeous (in world standards), so we try to be like them, the models of our time. But I think we should actually give the guys come credit, cause not all of them are superficial and shallow. They actually care about how we're like on the inside. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what ANYONE thinks, 'cept of course, Jesus. And Jesus, well, he thinks I'm gorgeous. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; And He loves me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing now? I'm sitting on my bed, watching TV while typing this out, eating chips. Of course, I still maintain my balanced diet and all, but I'm not going to worry about the whole &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;omg I'm growing fat!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; issue. There ain't no way I'm going to become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RitdoOSOYYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/LfaGl03_vTM/s1600-h/anorexia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RitdoOSOYYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/LfaGl03_vTM/s320/anorexia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056237952264200578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a girl beautiful isn't what you can see. It never really is. Soon people will get familiar with looks anyway and it won't make a difference. But the Jesus in me is what people are attracted to, and His glory shines through all the time. I am that Proverbs 31 woman of God. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I look like, it's just temporary. Looks change. But His love for me, the way He sees me — never will. And honestly, that's all that matters. Imagine overcoming possible anorexia and bulimia that quickly haha. Praise Jesus. God is good. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Yours Forever - NCC Music Ministry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-1523927446529048678?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/1523927446529048678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=1523927446529048678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1523927446529048678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1523927446529048678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/04/anorexia-bulimia.html' title='Anorexia? Bulimia?'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RitdoOSOYYI/AAAAAAAAAYs/LfaGl03_vTM/s72-c/anorexia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-7301941372942372898</id><published>2007-04-19T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:06.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFTER MID YEARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RidsDOSOYWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/a0ZR6Gq3cp4/s1600-h/model+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RidsDOSOYWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/a0ZR6Gq3cp4/s200/model+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055127909376614754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RidsDOSOYXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/09BUaOFg0AM/s1600-h/model+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RidsDOSOYXI/AAAAAAAAAYk/09BUaOFg0AM/s200/model+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055127909376614770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/6742/quote1rz4.gif"&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ariel&lt;/b&gt;: I want to see a dinosaur one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hui Min&lt;/b&gt;: I want to date a guy with braces.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;img src="http://img409.imageshack.us/img409/1651/quote2vu1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen, Dore, and probably the rest of the usuals will be going to Bugis tomorrow. I know, Bugis, ew. But still, I can't go cause I've gotta study for the mid years. Hella sucks, dun it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh, after mid years, we'll all go on crazy shopping sprees (me, using Fanny's money, duh &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;) at Vivo, Suntec, Raffles, and the other biggie shopping malls. Then we can have Baileys and dance in the rain without a care in the world. And everyone'll come to my place to have a BBQ and tan and whatever not. And not forgetting all the camwhoring. It'll be freakin' awesome, and I'll be the craziest person alive. After mid years, look out, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;after streaming, it'll be even sweeter&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; I Wanna Love You - Akon ft. Snoop Dogg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-7301941372942372898?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/7301941372942372898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=7301941372942372898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7301941372942372898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7301941372942372898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/04/after-mid-years.html' title='AFTER MID YEARS'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RidsDOSOYWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/a0ZR6Gq3cp4/s72-c/model+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-5244616385156376920</id><published>2007-04-17T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:10.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>free B&amp;J?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiTPnugqb4I/AAAAAAAAAYE/kjfUZC0c-CY/s1600-h/BOOMBOX+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiTPnugqb4I/AAAAAAAAAYE/kjfUZC0c-CY/s320/BOOMBOX+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054392963223416706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got that boombox when I was 11. My dad's getting me a new one, hooray. I bugged him long enough and he finally gave in. It was the same with the printer and scanner, but I got those in the end too. Maybe I should try bugging &lt;b&gt;him&lt;/b&gt; for designer clothing instead of begging my mom (and to no avail too) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was pretty boring. School was a drag, 'cept maybe Science lesson when we had practical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiTP1Ogqb5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/e6AjjTmPATU/s1600-h/smile%7D001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiTP1Ogqb5I/AAAAAAAAAYM/e6AjjTmPATU/s200/smile%7D001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054393195151650706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiTP1egqb6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/9ez6938to1E/s1600-h/smile%7D002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiTP1egqb6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/9ez6938to1E/s200/smile%7D002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054393199446618018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of the above are done wrongly. The result was suppose to be light purple. Asha and I screwed it up and it came out dark purple, but whatevs man we had fun. I fooled around while Miss Ang was explaining some boring shit and put on Mark's specs. I actually looked like a smart person, omg! How cool is that. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Ha ha. That was followed by our talks about all sorts of rubbish that were completely irrelevant to our lives, but hey that's what we do! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiSlv-gqbyI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4KTD4NeZ2bo/s1600-h/warp(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiSlv-gqbyI/AAAAAAAAAXU/4KTD4NeZ2bo/s200/warp(3).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054346925468970786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiSlnugqbxI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Jnrmq_70Wmk/s1600-h/warp(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiSlnugqbxI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Jnrmq_70Wmk/s200/warp(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054346783735050002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what Eileen's idiotic beyond idiotic boyfriend did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us were at Katong Shopping Center's hawker center eating Singaporean food like pigs. Oops, that was just me. I've realised after these few weeks, that the portion of food that I take everyday has increased a lot. But praise Jesus! I am not getting pudgy. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Ha ha, out of point. Anyway we were discussing how fast time flies and in less than half a year we'll be moving on to sec 3. I made me kinda sad, realising that the Fruit-lings will probably not be in the same class. Like, I want to take lit and Geog, while Shar wants to take triple Science double Math. Damn. So anyhow that just means that we have to treasure the moments we have with each other more cause they ain't gonna come again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking about that, Eileen started to fall asleep and Dore started taking the spastic pictures of me, and I was still eating my fishball noodles happily. My mom called and told me to meet her at Parkway, so we all left. Eileen and Dore went to East Coast Park to do God knows what, and I went to Parkway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH I JUST REMEMBERED ZOMG!!~ The Ben &amp; Jerry's free ice-cream cone thingy ends in 3 minutes and I didn't collect mine! *&amp;^%$#@!@#$%^&amp; Dammit. &lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4241/iconsadwd4.gif"&gt; The Parkway Parade manager should definitely think about starting a Ben &amp; Jerry's there cause it would attract a hell lot more people, and it would benefit those who don't stay near any of the other Ben &amp; Jerry's (namely, ME).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh I'm so angry now. I'm going to go eat that tub of B&amp;J I have in my freezer now, the one I &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;PAID FOR&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiTL3ugqb3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/sWq_sxBNOK8/s1600-h/zachy%27s+convo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiTL3ugqb3I/AAAAAAAAAX8/sWq_sxBNOK8/s400/zachy%27s+convo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054388840054812530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have something to look forward to HAHA! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Secret - The Veronicas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5244616385156376920?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5244616385156376920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5244616385156376920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5244616385156376920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5244616385156376920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/04/free-b.html' title='free B&amp;J?'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RiTPnugqb4I/AAAAAAAAAYE/kjfUZC0c-CY/s72-c/BOOMBOX+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-4966232151669477363</id><published>2007-04-16T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:10.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOO. Fanny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiNis-gqbwI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QZNwgRIsOe4/s1600-h/me+41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiNis-gqbwI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QZNwgRIsOe4/s400/me+41.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053991731673591554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fanny came over to my place and brought the awesome baileys! Haha, no one was home 'cept us, so we got bored and I ended up giving him a tour around my estate. There was this 12 year old Jap girl who asked for his number, but ran away almost crying after the glare I gave her lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came at 5.45 and left at 6.50, zomg. He wanted to stay longer but my momma was coming home so he had to go. But we had one helluva time laughing. Hang overs are NOT cool, I know. So I took less than 4 cups and didn't get drunk. Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're meeting up on Thursday, I can't wait. I sound so high, don't I? Hah, I have to look waaaayy down to see Cloud 9 now. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/1480/icontvov1.gif"&gt; Taxi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-4966232151669477363?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/4966232151669477363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=4966232151669477363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4966232151669477363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4966232151669477363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/04/whooo-fanny.html' title='WHOOO. Fanny!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RiNis-gqbwI/AAAAAAAAAXE/QZNwgRIsOe4/s72-c/me+41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-9044645643809094713</id><published>2007-04-15T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:10.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The awesomes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiIjk-gqbvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/No8ouf0nJIY/s1600-h/sam+ariel+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RiIjk-gqbvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/No8ouf0nJIY/s400/sam+ariel+23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053640850025377522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good looks run in the family, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Dark Blue - Jacks Mannequin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-9044645643809094713?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/9044645643809094713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=9044645643809094713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/9044645643809094713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/9044645643809094713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/04/good-looks-run-in-family-no-dark-blue.html' title='The awesomes.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RiIjk-gqbvI/AAAAAAAAAW8/No8ouf0nJIY/s72-c/sam+ariel+23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-9045084356381882437</id><published>2007-04-14T03:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:11.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TK Games Carnival Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_SG-gqboI/AAAAAAAAAWE/G2Vp99JSLzQ/s1600-h/the+day+you+noticed+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_SG-gqboI/AAAAAAAAAWE/G2Vp99JSLzQ/s320/the+day+you+noticed+me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052988324234030722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuz the best day of your life. And the start of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was shitass funny. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Phys Ed was our first period and we laughed so much, it was amazing how we could still actually play. Netball it was, again. For some reason I was really enthusiastic. Asha had never actually seen me play like I had today before and found it extremely tickling, don't ask me why. Our team couldn't exactly function well because our STAR, Miss Limbu, had been laughing too damn hard lol. At the end of P.E. we were all sweating like crazy but we had the time of our lives. Well, I did, anyway. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd period was Science, which I don't really want to talk about since it will totally spoil my mood, and I don't want that to happen. Let's just say I am never ever taking Elyasa's, Clayton's and Leon's advice again. I WILL study for Science, even if I will ace it next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the afternoon, the finals for the TK Games Carnival was held. Unfortunately I had forgotten to bring my camera, so no pictures were taken. &lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4241/iconsadwd4.gif"&gt; Ah dammit. I had charged the batteries the previous night too. You know, I take so many pictures during school events (usually), I should be in Media Club. Apparently Hui Min's in Media Club now although I don't really think that's her flow. But whatevs, I already told her to join Drama Club but no, she refused to listen to me just cause a little someone, whom she isn't exactly best friends with, is in Drama Club. Wasted, isn't it? Hell yeah. Okay, okay. Sorry, Hui Min. I'm probably just &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;suan-ing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you because &lt;b&gt;you insulted Prada and get pissed when I insult This Fashion&lt;/b&gt;. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the Games Carnival. Okay let's see, before the event actually started, it rained cows and horses, and I mean, seriously. At first all the Fruit-lings went up to the 4th floor to to wait for the rain to stop. Good news! Even though I didn't bring my cam, Hui Min was resourceful and used her PHONE to take &lt;s&gt;horrible quality&lt;/s&gt; pictures. Fine, so maybe she &lt;i&gt;could&lt;/i&gt; do well in Media club. Pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_ap-gqbpI/AAAAAAAAAWM/V0m2bSTA2lo/s1600-h/ARIEEEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_ap-gqbpI/AAAAAAAAAWM/V0m2bSTA2lo/s320/ARIEEEL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052997721622474386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the rain makes you high. Not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_aqOgqbqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/UcMaFGFh7Nw/s1600-h/eileen+ariel+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_aqOgqbqI/AAAAAAAAAWU/UcMaFGFh7Nw/s320/eileen+ariel+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052997725917441698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen and I stood on the ledge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_aqOgqbrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/UdZJZJPeB5c/s1600-h/eileen+ariel+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_aqOgqbrI/AAAAAAAAAWc/UdZJZJPeB5c/s320/eileen+ariel+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052997725917441714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sat on it with out legs between the ledge and the window pane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_aqegqbsI/AAAAAAAAAWk/b__LGbmpxNM/s1600-h/Horny%2Bbastard..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_aqegqbsI/AAAAAAAAAWk/b__LGbmpxNM/s320/Horny%2Bbastard..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052997730212409026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then along came Dore. This pictures looks a whole lot grosser than what actually happened. You can trust Hui Min to take these kinds of shots. It's the bloody angle she chose to take it from ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_aqegqbtI/AAAAAAAAAWs/T5aovvsnzHI/s1600-h/Lemon%2Bbarley..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_aqegqbtI/AAAAAAAAAWs/T5aovvsnzHI/s320/Lemon%2Bbarley..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052997730212409042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, the Lemon Barley! No, Hui Min, don't you dare start with your &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;see, I told you you were obsessed with him&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; speech. I can't help the fact that his name rhymes with a lot of words and can fit into songs so easily. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, after wasting our time at the 4th floor, we decided to go back to class. After a while I got really restless and started bugging everyone to follow me down to the 1st floor. But, all of them being boring spoil-sports, all stubbornly refused to budge. They thought I was, quote, "a crazy bombom", unquote. So I got impatient and went down by myself. HA HA, lemme tell you, I got drenched. Not a single part of me was dry, but it felt so good! Dancing in the rain. Eventually Hui Min came down to watch me and give me her infamous &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;you-are-&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;so&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;-beneath-me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; look. But whatevs man, she was missin' out. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next. Hui Min and I went to the canteen and found Asha and Hong You. I swear, it was hella funny. Songs were being played and we all acted out the songs, the lyrics. Naturally, all our actions were spastic beyond description. It was hilarious, I laughed so much I thought I might have died because of lack of oxygen intake. We also discussed why all the Malay guys whom Asha thinks are hot always resemble apes. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it for the Games Carnival. Oh yeah, 2G won 1st for Table Tennis and Badminton. Cool, eh? &lt;img src=http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/2146/iconwinkgrinib9.gif&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after we were released from school, The Fruit-lings gathered in the canteen to drink Green Tea to get high and to wait for Dore and the rest of his NCC Land dudes to finish cleaning up the school compound. It didn't take long, and the next thing I knew, we were playing Truth or Dare. Again. But this time, the questions asked were freakin' retarded, and the dares were so embarrassing. Brilliant ole me came up with the stupid rule that said anyone who lied while answering a question or didn't want to complete the dare had to go to the drink stall uncle, point at him and say, "This is a stick-up! Give me all your Green Tea." ZOMG YEAH I KNOW! The worst part is, I almost ended up having to do that forfeit because apparently, I lied. But the question that I had answered untruthfully was really uncalled for and mean, so I got off the hook. Heehee. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6.20, we all left school. I walked back with Dore again today, and we talked about the different countries we went to on holiday and the stupid, funny activities that we did. When Dore was 6, he went horse-back riding. Well, he was a little too small for a horse then, so he rode a donkey. And fell off of it HAHAHA! Okay it may not seem very funny now but I don't know, I just found it very tickling then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home, and downloaded some of my old pictures and edited them. Check out my friendster profile. I re-customised it! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_ixegqbuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/kXDpk-fp8gI/s1600-h/screen+shot+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_ixegqbuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/kXDpk-fp8gI/s320/screen+shot+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053006646564515554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh would you look at the time. It's 4.06am and I haven't slept yet. My DG's coming over tomorrow, so yipee! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; Thank You, Jesus, for making me happy today. And for letting it rain so I could relive my childhood for a bit, and for making &lt;b&gt;the sky such a lovely blue after that just to remind me that Your grace for me really is as wide as the sky&lt;/b&gt;. I love you heaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Blessed - Hillsong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-9045084356381882437?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/9045084356381882437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=9045084356381882437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/9045084356381882437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/9045084356381882437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/04/tk-games-carnival-finals.html' title='TK Games Carnival Finals'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Rh_SG-gqboI/AAAAAAAAAWE/G2Vp99JSLzQ/s72-c/the+day+you+noticed+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-5068505800281787415</id><published>2007-04-10T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:11.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah hectic?</title><content type='html'>Whoa, have things been hectic lately! Not really stressful, but for some reason I dread going to school everyday. It's probably just the waking up early that's getting to me, but it's still hella annoying. And I don't exactly look forward to the letting out of school either. Yeah, school can be so... How should I put it? Studious, at times? It's just gluing your eyes to the whiteboard, listening to all the shit the teachers have to say and doing the assignments given to you. But after school, it's MY choice whether I want to do the homework given or not, isn't it? And, I can't. Surprise, surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I tell myself to study, the more my mind spins stories that if I had to write out, would be longer than The Suitable Boy by that Indian guy; the book that I used to stand on so that I could climb onto the dining table when I was little. It was more than 3000 pages long. Anyway it doesn't matter that you don't know how long it was, what matters is that I do. It makes me feel so lousy about myself that I can't even will myself to pick up a pen and start doing my homework. Yeah sure, I can get to the &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;pick-up-the-pen&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; part, but the &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;sitting-down-and-actually-&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;doing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;-the-homework&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; part? HA HA, that's becoming more impossible. My lack of self-control is so depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like now, for instance, I'm suppose to be completing and touching up on my Geog project. I just have to put in a small, small part because it's a group effort, but I can't seem to even do that. What am I doing? I am blogging. What was I doing an hour ago? Making this new layout. Talk about lack of self discipline, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've successfully made myself feel really bad. Oh, did I mention that I'm actually not allowed to even be using the internet? Yeah well, apparently my mom noticed that I've been spending every spare moment I have on the internet and banned me from it, for a week. I was quite happy at first, because then I would have to be &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;breaking a rule&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; to go online. Which meant I would have a lot of extra time. So what's there better to do than homework right? Wrong. Dead wrong. My oh-so-brilliant brain concocted a hellotta other things to do, some of them you wouldn't even believe. That's how much I avoid studying, without even trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what am I coming to man. This is bad. And what makes things worse now? I can't have retail therapy to cheer me up. Well, I can, but I'm not allowed anymore designer clothing. No more Armani, Gucci, etc. If that is not depressing than please tell me what is. Of course, I'm still allowed Mango, Esprit, Topshop, etc. But stiiiiiill. It sucks so bad. Ah right, I almost forgot. &lt;b&gt;Someone tell me where to buy Abercrombie in Singapore because all mine are from overseas and I need more A&amp;F!&lt;/b&gt; Please and thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhuG9ugqbkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/VSTkrGnWWKA/s1600-h/a%26f+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhuG9ugqbkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/VSTkrGnWWKA/s320/a%26f+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051779802041314882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright that's all for today, because I'm thinkin', I really should get down to the Geog. And anyway Hui Min will totally have my head on a platter if I don't, so toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; My Hump - Black Eyed Peas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5068505800281787415?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5068505800281787415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5068505800281787415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5068505800281787415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5068505800281787415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/04/ah-hectic.html' title='Ah hectic?'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RhuG9ugqbkI/AAAAAAAAAVk/VSTkrGnWWKA/s72-c/a%26f+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-982421035464913702</id><published>2007-04-07T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:12.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like mother like daughter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhcSWypwTWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/r3ko9FEZRvA/s1600-h/mommy+ariel+5+2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhcSWypwTWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/r3ko9FEZRvA/s320/mommy+ariel+5+2-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050525689882627426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Big Girls Don't Cry - Fergie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-982421035464913702?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/982421035464913702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=982421035464913702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/982421035464913702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/982421035464913702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/04/like-mother-like-daughter.html' title='like mother like daughter.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RhcSWypwTWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/r3ko9FEZRvA/s72-c/mommy+ariel+5+2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-2656456389103702029</id><published>2007-04-06T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:13.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastardball</title><content type='html'>It really irks me that I have an average of 50 hits a day but hardly anyone bothers to lift a finger to tag. My tagboard's stagnant and does anyone care? No, I don't think so. But then it occurred to me that I haven't been updating for the past 4 days. EUREKA! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhXLUCpwTVI/AAAAAAAAAVU/gj5yCWhnWpg/s1600-h/sexy+ncc+boots+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhXLUCpwTVI/AAAAAAAAAVU/gj5yCWhnWpg/s400/sexy+ncc+boots+1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050166102335704402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Basketball&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhWuVypwTPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-KsfpvTfRJE/s1600-h/BAAASTARDBALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhWuVypwTPI/AAAAAAAAAUk/-KsfpvTfRJE/s320/BAAASTARDBALL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050134246563269874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was hella funny. Would you believe me if I told you that Hui Min and I actually stood on the 2nd floor (with the roof HAHA &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;) for more than 20 minutes watching some guys play? Yeah, it was a total waste of my precious time but we had shitloads of laughs. Leon and Lemuel were playing, and I was like, "OH OH, FONG FONG!" Okay, then everything got funnier from there. Hui Min was appalled that our sec 4s play um the way they do. You should have seen the shock and disbelief plastered all over her face! It was hilarious. Oh, then we saw Leon do some little crab dance, spread his arms out like some eaglet trying to fly, before falling on his ass. HAHAHEEHEEHOHO. But, at least these guys aren't self-conscious or anything. They have completely NO SHAME, which makes it alright to make a fool out of themselves. &lt;img src=http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/2146/iconwinkgrinib9.gif&gt; Ah, TK has the best people, no matter what. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Okay then, just when things were getting interesting, I decided that my hash brown was more attractive than those hot, smelly guys. Hah, so that's the end of the Bastardball episode. Unfortunately the OH OH, FONG FONG thing is still going around. Hui Min now thinks I'm obsessed because I came up with &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;Oh oh, fong fong,&lt;br /&gt;I don't like your girlfriend!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I keep telling her that it's just because *his name fits a hellotta songs. Ain't my fault. But she insists that I'm in self-denial. Oh please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after we ate lunch, Hui Min went home and I was down for Science remedial. Yeah, cause I got 16/50 for the Science Common Test. But sadly I don't give a fuck because well, it's Chem. And Chem can just go to hell. Anyway I heard from Elyasa and Clayton that they failed Chem all the way in Sec 2 and now they're acing it. So both of them, and Leon, told me that I didn't need to study. That was really comforting, for a while. But during my Chem test that day I didn't know how to do half the questions. I swear, the feeling of being in such despair and desperation is SCA-ARY. But as usual, after the test I got over the shock and decided that it's just Chem. Okay I know that's a really stinking attitude but the teachers haven't exactly fueled the motivation, if you know what I mean. So guess what? I ponned the remedial (with Dore) and we went down to the canteen to nuah. Well, I did anyway. He went to play soccer with Ryan and the lot. Soon after, Markie Barkie came down. Then Eileen, Shar, and Mich. Soon the whole gang was present and we played Truth or Dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth or Dare actually use to be interesting but now it's just stupid. But soon, everyone was cajoled into playing. The typical questions were asked. &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;How many boyfriends have you had? Do you like -insert name here-?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; It lasted a whole of 10-15 minutes before we all lost interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do you do when you're bored? (Studying is out of the question, mind) That's right! You &lt;b&gt;camwhore&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; And surprisingly, the one who started it wasn't me this time. It was the ORange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhW5JypwTQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DQTqQZ9Lv2Q/s1600-h/smile%7D013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhW5JypwTQI/AAAAAAAAAUs/DQTqQZ9Lv2Q/s400/smile%7D013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050146135032745218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took this picture with my phone. I always knew he was gay. He just would never admit it. But now I have proof HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the other pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhW-MCpwTRI/AAAAAAAAAU0/kpzPv5lg00k/s1600-h/shar+ariel+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhW-MCpwTRI/AAAAAAAAAU0/kpzPv5lg00k/s320/shar+ariel+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050151671245589778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhW-MSpwTSI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9gYRxCewoIk/s1600-h/Picture+377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhW-MSpwTSI/AAAAAAAAAU8/9gYRxCewoIk/s320/Picture+377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050151675540557090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhW-MipwTTI/AAAAAAAAAVE/amvNlQCvYi0/s1600-h/Picture+374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhW-MipwTTI/AAAAAAAAAVE/amvNlQCvYi0/s320/Picture+374.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050151679835524402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'ight, that's pretty much all that happened yesterday. Oh, one more thing. You know those cute lil' baby rabbits outside the Canteen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhW-pSpwTUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/p3myMRSySg0/s1600-h/smile%7D020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhW-pSpwTUI/AAAAAAAAAVM/p3myMRSySg0/s320/smile%7D020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050152173756763458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not there anymore. &lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4241/iconsadwd4.gif"&gt; I hope they're not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/1480/icontvov1.gif"&gt; White Chicks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-2656456389103702029?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/2656456389103702029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=2656456389103702029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2656456389103702029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2656456389103702029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-really-irks-me-that-i-have-average.html' title='Bastardball'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhXLUCpwTVI/AAAAAAAAAVU/gj5yCWhnWpg/s72-c/sexy+ncc+boots+1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-6886594145567118462</id><published>2007-04-02T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:13.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhEJqypE-EI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sffAit2cSMg/s1600-h/me+38+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RhEJqypE-EI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sffAit2cSMg/s400/me+38+1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048827288012257346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes you just sit in bed and think about life and wonder what you're actually here on Earth for. You think about your purpose in life and why you were born into your family, etc. You look out your bedroom window into the sky and see all the stars. Then you wonder why Man makes such a freakin' big deal out of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you remember that you have 3 Level Tests tomorrow. You frantically take out all your books and start to study. So much for looking at things from a different perspective, a bigger picture , huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-6886594145567118462?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/6886594145567118462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=6886594145567118462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6886594145567118462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6886594145567118462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-wonder.html' title='you wonder'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RhEJqypE-EI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sffAit2cSMg/s72-c/me+38+1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-6269204366498058163</id><published>2007-03-31T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T16:53:35.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But Your Love Remains</title><content type='html'>Today, I was clearing up my room when I found a crumpled piece of paper. I thought nothing of it but for some reason actually decided to smooth it out and read it. Usually I'd just throw small pieces of paper I find away. Anyway guess what was written on that small piece of paper! A song I had written and sang my heart out to a awhile back now, when I had broken up with you-know-who. How nostalgic! And I also realised that I had been so upset when I was writing it out that the lyrics aren't exactly coherent and lack linkage. But whatever man, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#F03D77&gt;But Your Love Remains&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;font size="0.5"&gt;© Ariel Tubbytuck&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;There was a time I thought &lt;br /&gt;You'd always be there for me&lt;br /&gt;A time when you were by my side&lt;br /&gt;In all my times of need&lt;br /&gt;But those days have passed&lt;br /&gt;And we've both changed&lt;br /&gt;Being in your arms&lt;br /&gt;It felt so strange&lt;br /&gt;It all goes to show&lt;br /&gt;That feelings go&lt;br /&gt;As soon as they take place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's one Man I can run to&lt;br /&gt;I know His love remains&lt;br /&gt;He's always there&lt;br /&gt;With outstretched arms&lt;br /&gt;Taking all my pain&lt;br /&gt;Because this Man loved me so&lt;br /&gt;He gave it all for me&lt;br /&gt;He chose to take my sin upon&lt;br /&gt;That cross at calvary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you came by one day to tell me&lt;br /&gt;You didn't think that it'd work out&lt;br /&gt;The tears spilt out as I cried&lt;br /&gt;What is this all about?&lt;br /&gt;But that day you walked out on me&lt;br /&gt;Taught me a lesson in life&lt;br /&gt;Your love I can't rely on&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' alone I'll bet on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He's that Man I can run to&lt;br /&gt;I know His love remains&lt;br /&gt;He's always there&lt;br /&gt;With outstretched arms&lt;br /&gt;Taking all my pain&lt;br /&gt;Because this Man loved me so&lt;br /&gt;He gave it all for me&lt;br /&gt;He chose to take my sin upon&lt;br /&gt;That cross at calvary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I see&lt;br /&gt;The only love that lasts&lt;br /&gt;Belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;I already have&lt;br /&gt;That dependable&lt;br /&gt;Unshakable love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, my Man&lt;br /&gt;I know His love remains&lt;br /&gt;He's always there&lt;br /&gt;With outstretched arms&lt;br /&gt;Taking all my pain&lt;br /&gt;Because this Man loved me so&lt;br /&gt;He gave it all for me&lt;br /&gt;He died for me and now I live&lt;br /&gt;For Him eternally&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh okay. I know it isn't all that but that was really what I had been feeling at that time. Jesus was the only one who could heal my pain. Everyone else just told me, "Oh, he's not worth it." Blah blah. But Jesus, He showed me how much &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;I&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; am worth to Him. And because my self-value was brought up so much that day, I managed to forgive that ass. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; Now we're on good terms. But now, I just want to talk about &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;forgiving&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Of course, we should forgive people. I mean, not forgiving someone and holding a grudge against them does more harm to you than to that person anyway. It doesn't do much for your mental heath either. So it's kinda pointless. And, when you forgive, you feel better. Serious, it feels like something's been lifted off of your shoulders. And, you feel like a bigger person. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think, trying to forgive &lt;b&gt;AND&lt;/b&gt; forget is ridiculous. Tell me, how can you actually choose to forget something? It's rather difficult, don't you think? No where in The Bible will you find Jesus telling anyone to forgive AND forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#AE00AE&gt;Ephesians 4:32&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;32&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, &lt;span style="background-color: #FFFF71"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;forgiving one another, even as God in Christ forgave you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See. There's nothing about forgiving and forgetting. There's only about forgiving. I don't get people who say things like, "I can forgive you, but I won't ever forget what you did to me." I mean like, gee thanks man, that's as good as not forgiving me. Right? &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt; Like, a guy who has wronged another says, "Mea Culpa. My fault." And then the person he is apologising to goes on about how he can forgive him but will never forget how he wronged him. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say this kind of thing, people ask, "what's the point in forgiving then? Might as well not." No, for God's sake that is not true. And I'm speaking to myself too about this. Sometimes when you forgive someone, God helps you forget what they did to you. But all God wants is for you to forgive them. Don't worry about anything else. And even if you don't forget, when you look back at what happened, &lt;b&gt;there's no more pain&lt;/b&gt;. Correct me if I'm wrong. But the pain isn't there anymore because you have forgiven that person. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not acting like I'm some really forgiving person. Because I know I'm not and worse, I tend to get angry quickly. But I'm trying, and God is helping me. What He speaks to me about, I simply post up here. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha okay, that's all I really wanted to post about. I'm in a happy mood now and full to the brim with Jesus so I'm going to watch TV. Okay, there's no link there but whatevs. Jesus loves you, people. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Unbelievable - Craig David&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-6269204366498058163?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/6269204366498058163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=6269204366498058163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6269204366498058163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6269204366498058163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/03/but-your-love-remains.html' title='But Your Love Remains'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-5604817551217448147</id><published>2007-03-29T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:14.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt;Imma &lt;font color=#F03218&gt;SUPERWOMAN&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yessir. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; I managed to complete my D&amp;T homework on that day itself before D&amp;T lesson. I know it's a really bad habit to not do my homework at home and instead do it in the morning of the day I'm suppose to hand it in, but unfortunately, when I'm at home, I can't exactly seem to prioritize my homework over my usage of my Apple. Sad, eh? But praise God, I know He'll help me. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you guys know what? School's never really been better for me. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; I laugh a lot more in school. If you think I'm someone with a bad attitude and needs a personality transplant, then well, &lt;span style="background-color: #9DFF3C"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;you should have seen me at the beginning of last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I swear, I was some badass &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;siginnah&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Worse, I thought swearing a lot was actually cool omg. I didn't know when to just step down or anything. And, I thought everyone else was beneath me. Ask the Fruit-lings, they'll tell you. But see now, I'm little Miss Bright and Funkaye! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Yeah I can't beat Astrid or Eileen in the amount of laughing gas I have in my coconut body (I mean, who can?) but I'm getting there. Or so Shar says lah. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I also realise that being emo is really stupid because duh, everyone likes hanging out with happy people so much more! And happykids are, really, better to spend time with than emokids. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Yes? Yes. And the reason I'm so jolly (haha funny word) nowadays is... *drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#FD5F92&gt;Jesus!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Definitely, my Daddy God. But besides Him, my friends make my day almost everyday too.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they're the best. Hui Min, Eileen, Sharmane, Michelle, Theodore, Mark, Dean and even Qi Xiang. I guess the Cohort Camp wasn't such a waste after all, since it seriously got us to bond. We're so tight now, but I think I've already said that one too many times. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; My friends aren't the only ones either. There's still my family. I know I don't talk about them much but I'm so glad they're there for me and with me. Sam and Dan are such retarded asses but I love them for always making me laugh when I need to. And my parents for giving me my privacy when I need it without any questioning at all. Thank God for em' all. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So actually, I could summarise everything in this post in one sentence: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #FFFF55"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;My life is going just the way I want it to right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; All glory goes to Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, some random pictures coming up. Yes, I know, how exciting! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rgu6VCpE-CI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ptJYyrFzXJY/s1600-h/zoe+b+%26+ariel+t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rgu6VCpE-CI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ptJYyrFzXJY/s320/zoe+b+%26+ariel+t.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047332678047954978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rgu6lSpE-DI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0S9Fi5SyuZ0/s1600-h/daniel+ariel+yo!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rgu6lSpE-DI/AAAAAAAAAUI/0S9Fi5SyuZ0/s320/daniel+ariel+yo!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047332957220829234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; London Bridge - Fergie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5604817551217448147?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5604817551217448147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5604817551217448147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5604817551217448147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5604817551217448147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-3-life.html' title='I &lt;3 LIFE'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Rgu6VCpE-CI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ptJYyrFzXJY/s72-c/zoe+b+%26+ariel+t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-8476997467831667151</id><published>2007-03-25T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:14.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good, end of story.,</title><content type='html'>Okay, I think blogger should really do something about the whole hyphen-in-the-URL-that-makes-it-unviewable thing. Cause it's really pissing me off that I have to open Firefox just to view blogs with hyphens, which makes my Apple lag because of lack of RAM. People like Leon, Mark and Justin have complained and I thought it was funny at first but now it's just annoying. I'm sorry, but screw blogger, already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#E02629&gt;&lt;font color=#E02629&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Playing around with the camera for a bit.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RgY8KSsaUgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GFs67eWfw-Y/s1600-h/me+36+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RgY8KSsaUgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GFs67eWfw-Y/s400/me+36+1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045786580029690370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say, God is good. Fullstop, end of story, no argument. Just lookin' back at the past month, I can see God in my circumstances. My Common Tests, for example. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Math, which I had actually started off failing, ended up with a B3. My Dad was okay with it, so I'm happy. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My History, from a C6 I jumped to a B3, by the sheer grace of God. To tell you the truth, I mugged so much more last year, and still ended up with a just-pass. This year, I prepared for my History test by running through everything in &lt;u&gt;the morning&lt;/u&gt; of the day of the test. But praise Jesus, He gave me a B3. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Geography, I got a B3 too, even though I didn't study for it at all. Amazing, huh? I remember that morning I was so nervous I could hardly hold my pen properly. I seriously thought I'd fail. But God is good, He gave me more than just the passing grade that I'd prayed for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Chinese, as you guys well know, jumped from an F9 to a B3. I believe by the end of the year I'll get an A1. Many of you from 2G will probably laugh at this, but I'll prove it. You'll see. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; I have the mind of Christ and the favour of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I got an A2 in Literature. I really thank God that we studied and were tested on the play, &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;The Monkey's Paw&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. I really enjoyed that play, even though most of my classmates didn't. But I know it's Jesus who made me enjoy the play. I know I wouldn't have been able to score that well had I not enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my overall percentage was 64.2%, just 0.8% below a B3! Last year, I got 52.something%. I'm giving all credit to my Daddy God, because I know without him I'd probably have failed the overall percentage. But see, I have the favour of God upon me! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, &lt;font size="5"&gt;Jesus is just so wonderful.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really is. And as for the other subjects that I didn't do so well in, I believe that the next exam (Mid Years), I will do well in them. And anyway, no matter what results I get, I know that doesn't change my worth, and Jesus will still use me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#65CA00&gt;1 Corinthians 1:26-29&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;26&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; For you see your calling, brethren, that not many wise according to the flesh, not many mighty, not many noble, are called. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;27&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; But &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #FFFF00"&gt;&lt;font color=#4A4A4A&gt;God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and God has chosen the weak things of the world to put to shame the things which are mighty;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;28&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; and the base things of the world and the things which are despised God has chosen, and the things which are not, to bring to nothing the things that are, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;29&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; that no flesh should glory in His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not discouraged! No matter what, I'm a champion with a cause. And you know, it may be true that I am not that academically intelligent, but the &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;truth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; is, I have the wisdom of God. And that never falters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Jesus, it wouldn't hurt to solve the stupard blogger problem. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; You Alone I Praise - NCC Music Ministry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-8476997467831667151?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/8476997467831667151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=8476997467831667151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/8476997467831667151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/8476997467831667151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/03/god-is-good-end-of-story.html' title='God is good, end of story.,'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RgY8KSsaUgI/AAAAAAAAAT4/GFs67eWfw-Y/s72-c/me+36+1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-1809573304329240125</id><published>2007-03-24T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T18:57:19.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww honey. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt;POP! went my heart when I broke it off.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="0.5"&gt;But that won't change anything.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my N:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;I hope you know, I hope you know&lt;br /&gt;That &lt;span style="background-color: #9DFF3C"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;this has nothing to do with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's personal, Myself and I&lt;br /&gt;We've got some straightenin' out to do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life&lt;br /&gt;It's time to be a big girl now&lt;br /&gt;And big girls don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Darren sent me one of his recent photos through MSN. And &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;OH SWEETHEART, YOU'VE GOTTEN SO SEXY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; No, I'm not gonna post his picture up here because I know all you girls who read this blog will go completely LOCO. &lt;s&gt;So, I felt like making out with him again, but then changed my mind after I remembered that he &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;almost bit my tongue off&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; the last time. &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt; Gawd, I was so pissed off. But it was worth it, I guess. Lol ookay, no link. &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;Memories, memories.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/s&gt; After just 4-5 months in the US he's changed so much. Well, except his eyes and smile. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Everything else is different. His hair color, his build (yeah &lt;u&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;zomg&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;). He looks Eurasian. HOT. And, he's coming back to Singapore next week to visit his family and me (duh). Finally, something to look forward to. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; Damn, I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I forgot to mention, that Jess got herself this really cute Hispanic boytoy. I think he's her cousin's friend or something, that's how they met. He's got all the works, you know? Jess hun, after you're done with him, I'll reuse him, a'ight. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice having some &lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;real&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt; eye candy back in my life. Gives me more time on Cloud 9. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Just So You Know - Jesse McCartney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-1809573304329240125?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/1809573304329240125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=1809573304329240125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1809573304329240125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1809573304329240125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/03/awww-honey.html' title='Awww honey. :('/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-5154970721283009127</id><published>2007-03-22T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:14.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EILEEN DORE SHAR ARGGHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; : Ariel, how do you feel now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4241/iconsadwd4.gif"&gt; : Like this —&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RgKEaCsaUeI/AAAAAAAAATo/c1ddUb-LRx4/s1600-h/act+emo+pls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RgKEaCsaUeI/AAAAAAAAATo/c1ddUb-LRx4/s320/act+emo+pls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044740115542987234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt; : Oh, okay, sorry. Shouldn't have asked, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4241/iconsadwd4.gif"&gt; : Dead on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will be very, very boring and wordy. I'm sure as soon as you guys realise this, y'all won't bother to read, am I right or am I right? But anyhow, this post is actually for Astrid Lew. Yes, she's one of em' no-life people who actually take the time to read my blog posts and bug me when I don't update for more than 3 days. Should I be flattered to have such a fan? &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; It's kinda scary, though. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since I think this would be the appropriate time to blog about how my life has been the past few days. However, so many things have happened that I can't be bothered to type all of them out. After every day that went by, I told myself that I'd blog about it. In the end, I don't end up blogging at all. Geez, blogging is really actually getting old, and I'm losing interest fast. I think now I only keep a blog because this way I can show off my photoshop skills to the world. Don't mind my ego, I know I haven't shown it in a while. That's probably because I have been quite happy and content with my life, so I don't have to boost my own confidence and self-esteem. But the "happy days" came to an end as soon as I looked at the state of my social life, and those around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's depressing how something as promising and so full of potential as Eileen and Theodore's relationship is ruining the friendships of the people around them. I'm sure they're not aware of that, but unfortunately, whether they're aware of that or not is irrelevant. The Fruit-lings are splitting up again, from what I can see. But let me tell you first, I was wrong to go against Hui Min the last time, because honestly, I think she's the only one capable of thinking straight. I admit, even I go loco sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have the right to be angry. I could just swear and cuss at my social life and at the pain and hurt it's causing, not only to y'all, but to US, your friends. But I'm not going to. I'm going to try to explain as clearly as possible. Because if I don't, who will? See, secrets are being kept, even other people are being involved. This already screws it up. And all this trouble, for what? I'm sorry, Eileen and Dore, but I think y'all have to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys were closer when y'all were friends. Everything was so much easier, simpler, and uncomplicated back then. It was never about saying the right thing, it was about pouring your heart out to each other because that's what friends do. And friends will, or more accurately, SHOULD, have your back. The trust was there, the bond was stronger. Usually people in a relationship get closer, not further apart. No no, I'm not telling you guys to break up or whatever, but just THINK about this. Compare your relationship now and when y'all were just friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's pretty much all I can say to them. To tell the truth, I was really ticked off at &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt; Eileen and Theodore today. More Theodore, actually. Oh, and not to mention Sharmane. Okay, if I start talking about her, I'm sure all the vulgarities that I've been trying to get rid off will all come out again. So, I'll do everyone and myself a favour and NOT start. But here's a big thanks to my fan, Astrid  Lew, for doing the Lemuel thing (in front of him, no less) and getting my mind off the problem. So &lt;u&gt;anyhow&lt;/u&gt;, I'm alright now. My next few sentences are going to sound really cliche. I'm going to pretend the problem isn't there, even though it's staring at me right in the face. I'm going to push it away and avoid is as much as possible and hope that it disappears. Because I'm done caring and I'm done trying to help out because I end up digging my own grave. At the back of my mind I know it'll all turn out okay. But again, reality taught me that "okay" usually isn't what I wanted or what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, forget it. This post is getting lengthy and really emo so I'll stop. I'm giving up and giving in. My hope that Jesus will come through for me has faltered, but that doesn't change the fact that He will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astrid, I'm sorry if this isn't the nice and happy post you were looking forward to reading. &lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4241/iconsadwd4.gif"&gt; I just had to let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! I was looking through my pictures when I realised I had saved a screenshot of an MSN convo I had with Leon Oh a few days ago. It made me laugh so hard I started crying, then continued crying for the next 5 minutes or so. I don't know why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RgKIyisaUfI/AAAAAAAAATw/ldSi9TsZnvs/s1600-h/screenshot+convo+with+the+FAT+leon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RgKIyisaUfI/AAAAAAAAATw/ldSi9TsZnvs/s320/screenshot+convo+with+the+FAT+leon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044744934496293362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, apparently, the hyphen in his previous URL (leon-.blogspot.com) was giving him problems so he changed it to ohleon.blogspot.com. His post where he raves and rants about his bitchy hyphen and his search for a new URL is so amusing. I started laughing (again) and ended up crying (again!!). HAHAHAHA okay that's not really funny but it sure cheered me up! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; For some unknown reason. I think God gave me the sudden urge to read his blog to cheer me up. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; My Hump - Black Eyed Peas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5154970721283009127?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5154970721283009127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5154970721283009127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5154970721283009127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5154970721283009127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/03/eileen-dore-shar-argghh.html' title='EILEEN DORE SHAR ARGGHH'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RgKEaCsaUeI/AAAAAAAAATo/c1ddUb-LRx4/s72-c/act+emo+pls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-3460544521460445861</id><published>2007-03-18T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T18:47:58.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hui Min's house with the Fruit-lings</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;img src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/9130/huiminmarkarieldoreeilepj5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the bestest time at Hui Min's house yesterday. You know, when your day has been going so well, sometimes you don't feel like talking about it. Haha okay I know that that doesn't make any sense at all, but that's the way I feel now. So this post will not consist of any details and will be very, very short. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Hui Min's house and were suppose to do homework. Obviously, we didn't, and ended up just crapping and laughing. We even went down to play table tennis, omg. We had one helluva time just being with each other. The Fruit-lings have really grown so much closer this year. I love them so damn much. Really, I do. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; They're &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;irreplaceable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end. Told ya it would be a short post. For the details, read &lt;a href="http://labouroflove-.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Hui Min's blog&lt;/a&gt;. She actually typed everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Because You Live - Jesse McCartney&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-3460544521460445861?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/3460544521460445861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=3460544521460445861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3460544521460445861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3460544521460445861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/03/hui-mins-house-with-fruit-lings.html' title='Hui Min&apos;s house with the Fruit-lings'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-6178425406238832324</id><published>2007-03-15T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:15.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11/03 - 14/03</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'm in a really bad mood now because I posted a really, REALLY long entry but blogger screwed up and it didn't appear, so I'm typing the whole damn thing out again, which will waste another 45 minutes of my precious holiday time. Argh! This entry is for all you annoying people who are so obsessed with reading about my life that every time you see me online, you bug me to update. I hope you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#F80000&gt;Saturday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6WoIyS6DI/AAAAAAAAASw/Fl5i6o3LO_w/s1600-h/dare2play3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6WoIyS6DI/AAAAAAAAASw/Fl5i6o3LO_w/s320/dare2play3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043634248998905906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARE2PLAY3, I'm happy to say, was heaps fun. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; At first, the games were quite boring. They weren't really engaging, you know? The Laser Quest was good, but the Table Soccer and Rounders were disappointing. Maybe it's just me. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;After our games, we all sat down at watch the finals for Soccer and Basketball. But in order to actually enjoy these games, you have to at least &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;understand&lt;/i&gt; them. Obviously, I didn't, so half-way through watching sweaty, smelly guys (no offence) chasing after a ball, I got up and walked around a bit. During the Basketball match I came back and watched it with Mel, Tess, Gervais, Ian Chong, Gerard, Dean, and some others. These jerks got me laughing my ass off, don't ask, PLEASE. But anyhow, it's a norm for us. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; Okay, right. After all the games were over, we had a package dinner, which wasn't too bad. Nothing can beat the Cohort Camp's meals. HAH. When we had eaten dinner, we all went up to the hall to have Praise and Worship! Let me tell you, &lt;span style="background-color: #9DFF3C"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&amp;W was awesome&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; During the alter call, 22 people came up to receive Jesus! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; We're really reaching out to the youths in Singapore. I just cried when the hands went up and these precious lives got saved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and God showed me something — it's not about me. You guys know how, a lot of the time, I condemn myself because I'm not the "perfect Christian", how I mess things up so bad that people can't see Jesus in me, and all that jazz. But the thing is, &lt;b&gt;it's not about me.&lt;/b&gt; It's Jesus who moves through me, without me even trying. He can &lt;i&gt;still&lt;/i&gt; move and shine through me. That took a lot of pressure off me. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; The best part is, he has already forgiven all my past, present, and future sins. And, nothing I do could ever separate His love from me. His blessings, prosperity, peace, healing, and wholeness will still pour into my life. I know some people will think, "In that case, you can just do whatever bad things you want lah. Sin sin sin, because no matter what, Jesus will still love you." Yes, it's true that no matter what I do, Jesus will still love me. Smoke, take drugs, have sex before marriage, murder, WHATEVER. God would love me just as much. But after I know how much He loves me, what He was willing to do and did for me, how much he gave up, do you honestly think I would want to do those things? And by doing those things, bringing pain upon myself? Everything has consequences. I know my Jesus doesn't approve of those 'sins' because they will hurt me. So think about it, why would I want to sin? I don't even have &lt;i&gt;the want&lt;/i&gt; to do those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a revelation, eh? See, God is so good. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; And I really thank Pastor Prince for all his preaching. So many times, I needed it. An example? The following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#800080&gt;Sunday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6W0oyS6EI/AAAAAAAAAS4/wWljgTyBwfU/s1600-h/sunday+service.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6W0oyS6EI/AAAAAAAAAS4/wWljgTyBwfU/s320/sunday+service.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043634463747270722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sermon was about God's faithfulness and our faith. I really think the message was specially meant for me, because I really needed it. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Again, it's not about me, or my faith. Faith, is not suppose to be a barrier between God's blessings and me. When I see God in his glory and goodness, God sees my faith. My faith is not for me to see. All I have to do, I see God for who He is. The kind, loving, good, ever faithful Daddy. And faith will come naturally. It's not for me to see either. It's for God. A lot of times, when I want or need something, I try to bring up faith so that I can receive it. And then it's my lack of faith that blocks whatever I want from coming into my life. But God is good! Now I know, that it doesn't depend on my faith. Even when I am faithless, I know my Daddy is forever faithful. And nothing can change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#AA0055&gt;God is good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Fullstop. End of story. No objections. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; And He's the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#00BBBB&gt;Monday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6W_IyS6FI/AAAAAAAAATA/IxH7jb1k-ug/s1600-h/vivocity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6W_IyS6FI/AAAAAAAAATA/IxH7jb1k-ug/s320/vivocity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043634644135897170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivocity yo! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; With my dear Uncle Kenn, one of God's best gifts to me. First, we marched to Ben &amp; Jerry's, spent more than $30 there (all his money, of course), plonked our big butts on the cute cow chairs there, ate and grew fat. &lt;img src=http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/2146/iconwinkgrinib9.gif&gt; There ain't no better way to spend the holidays, is there! Haha. It was so satisfying. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; After stuffing ourselves with ice cream, we lugged our fats to the Motorola shop. I saw this really sexy phone (oops, don't remember the model) which cost $360 only! So, Uncle Kenn called my mom to ask her if he could buy it for me. Don't ask me why he did that stupid thing, because I myself am still trying to think of a reason. So obviously, my mom said no. When I argued that most of my friends get to change their phones twice in a year, while I get to change mine once in two years, all she said was, "That's good. Shows you have character." &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt; WTH. So, I chose to be sullen and sulked for a while. A childish thing to do, but I dare you to tell me you wouldn't have done the same! NIEH. Anyway, after I had gotten over my uncle's stupidity and my mom's injustice, we walked around a bit and I saw this really cute black jacket from Armani Exchange. Unfortunately, the price was $299, and I only had $240 in my wallet then. Ah well, at least I have something good to look forward to buying the next time I come to Vivo. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; So I guess Monday wasn't such a bummer. I mean, I got to eat Ben &amp; Jerry's! Pity I didn't bring my cam, cause I would have taken a lot of pictures and posted them up here. Another time, eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#66CC00&gt;Tuesday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6Xo4yS6GI/AAAAAAAAATI/GKyxfQuaEq4/s1600-h/CS+stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6Xo4yS6GI/AAAAAAAAATI/GKyxfQuaEq4/s320/CS+stuff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043635361395435618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Community Service! Yay, more CIP hours. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; I took a cab to Kembangan, then a train to Kallang to meet Eileen. Damn, the train was packed FULL. I was standing really close to this fat guy who reeked of alcohol. I swear, I tasted the puke. But thank God I was able to hold it in. Gross! &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Pity I don't have a disgusted smiley.&lt;/i&gt; Anyway at 9.30, Miss Toh, Eileen, Hui Min, Jun Hui, Justin, Kai Siang, Jeremy, and I met at St. Hilda's Community *something something*, where we were suppose to "mentor" some kids. At first we were suppose to do Graffiti Art, but for some unknown reason ended up doing Chinese Calligraphy (see picture above). It wasn't that bad though, I kinda enjoyed it. Kai Siang sat opposite me and got this 9 year old boy. He's the cutest thing I have ever seen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6XzoyS6HI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DfLxn9_VAE0/s1600-h/omg+so+cute!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6XzoyS6HI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DfLxn9_VAE0/s320/omg+so+cute!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043635546079029362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. See! I told you so. Isn't he just adorable? I guarantee you can't say no without faltering. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; HAHA. And he did his work so.. well done. It wasn't the slipshod kind, you know? Lol. He kinda reminds me of my youngest brother, actually. Hah freakayyye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the whole thing started at 10 and ended at 12. They served us Nasi Lemak for lunch. Yummy. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; After that, Hui Min's dad came and sent Miss Toh, Eileen, Hui Min, and I to Kallang MRT station. Eileen, Hui Min and I took a train to Tampines Mall where we took neoprints (see &lt;a href="http://labouroflove-.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Hui Min's blog&lt;/a&gt;) before I had to rush off. Okay, Tuesday was rather eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#FF709E&gt;Wednesday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6X64yS6II/AAAAAAAAATY/bUFGJSwi6Ak/s1600-h/singapore+sailing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6X64yS6II/AAAAAAAAATY/bUFGJSwi6Ak/s320/singapore+sailing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043635670633080962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Youth Championships! Went really badly. &lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4241/iconsadwd4.gif"&gt; I mean, I joined Sailing for leisure, and now I have no choice but to compete. Let me tell you, the feeling is really shitty. In the words of Gerard Ang, "&lt;i&gt;When you're out there, you'll just be thinking, "What the hell am I doing here?!'&lt;/i&gt;" I'm surprised he understood, and took the words right out of my mouth. But there's no use complaining about it now, is there? So, I shalln't, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had two races. The first one wasn't too bad. Except the part where my entire tiller extension came off &lt;b&gt;TWICE&lt;/b&gt; &lt;u&gt;DURING&lt;/u&gt; the race. I wasted 5 minutes fixing it back and let more than 10 boats overtake me. But, at least I finished the race. Yep, you can guess, I DNF the 2nd race. I don't know what went wrong, but was really sore after that. Figuratively speaking, and literally. My arms were sunburnt and my nose was completely red. IS, actually. I look like Rudolf. &lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4241/iconsadwd4.gif"&gt; How unglam is that? Eeeww. SO, I went to the Sailing Center at 9 and came home past 7. Sucks, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mom's the best, she took me out to watch Music and Lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6YL4yS6JI/AAAAAAAAATg/aRx8NQZGbgk/s1600-h/music+and+lyrics+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6YL4yS6JI/AAAAAAAAATg/aRx8NQZGbgk/s320/music+and+lyrics+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043635962690857106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was really, really good! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; They got all the right people to act. Actually, I think they pretty much designed Hugh Grant's roll, &lt;b&gt;for Hugh Grant&lt;/b&gt;. It's so him lol. And the chemistry was great, the songs were great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="50"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/avvPsYmKjk/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/avvPsYmKjk/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" height="50" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughly enjoyed myself. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Oh, and since I came home at almost 12, and "didn't manage to get enough rest", I ponned today's regatta. I don't care if I come in last or anything. Sailing just doesn't mean that much to me anymore. Maybe I've given up, I don't know. But I &lt;i&gt;do know&lt;/i&gt;, that Sailing's not going to be my profession or anything, and it's not my passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough about that depressing water sport. Awww, I miss school! Okay, I don't miss school, I miss my friends at school, especially:&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min, my lao gong. &lt;br /&gt;Eileen, the retarded lagger.&lt;br /&gt;Astrid, the Lemuel Fong.&lt;br /&gt;Markie Barkie, the stupid orange.&lt;br /&gt;Dore, the dewdong.&lt;br /&gt;Dean, the buay song ah beng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more days to seeing them again. 3 more days to handing up all the homework that I haven't started on. 3 more days to the start of term 2. Should I be jumping for joy or mourning? We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'ight, I'm going to end here because this entry's becoming really tedious to read, and my lunch is calling me. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img85.imageshack.us/img85/897/tapelf3.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img297.imageshack.us/img297/5938/alineinasongdo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Way Back Into Love - Hugh Grant and Haley Bennett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-6178425406238832324?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/6178425406238832324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=6178425406238832324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6178425406238832324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6178425406238832324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/03/1103-1403.html' title='11/03 - 14/03'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6WoIyS6DI/AAAAAAAAASw/Fl5i6o3LO_w/s72-c/dare2play3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-217825076821699263</id><published>2007-03-11T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:17.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!!?? EMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Meet my sexy, emo friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="8"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;Erle Chan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfPnqIyS5uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xqD9oNa7_Z4/s1600-h/erle+convo+screenshot+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfPnqIyS5uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xqD9oNa7_Z4/s400/erle+convo+screenshot+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040627119056676578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Yeah, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfPnqIyS5vI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bd75i13SQ4c/s1600-h/erle+convo+screenshot+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfPnqIyS5vI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bd75i13SQ4c/s400/erle+convo+screenshot+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040627119056676594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His reason for that rash comment. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfPnqYyS5wI/AAAAAAAAAQY/feIFx9QNhrA/s1600-h/erle+convo+screenshot+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfPnqYyS5wI/AAAAAAAAAQY/feIFx9QNhrA/s400/erle+convo+screenshot+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040627123351643906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His impression of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfPnqYyS5xI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ET4nbCNxAWc/s1600-h/erle+convo+screenshot+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfPnqYyS5xI/AAAAAAAAAQg/ET4nbCNxAWc/s400/erle+convo+screenshot+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040627123351643922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His impression of &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; (zomgwtf)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfPnqoyS5yI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eEyoyh13FoI/s1600-h/erle+convo+screenshot+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfPnqoyS5yI/AAAAAAAAAQo/eEyoyh13FoI/s400/erle+convo+screenshot+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040627127646611234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what he wrote after I complimented his drawing. Damn, either he's really modest, he's just fishing for more compliments, or he's completely blind.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I've realised that he ain't the only one who links the name "Ariel" with the word "emo".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfPob4yS5zI/AAAAAAAAAQw/DBL0hKIfvps/s1600-h/lemuel+convo+screenshot+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfPob4yS5zI/AAAAAAAAAQw/DBL0hKIfvps/s400/lemuel+convo+screenshot+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040627973755168562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Don't worry, there are a hell lot more people who agree. This is just like, an example.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be flattered? &lt;b&gt;Hell yeah!&lt;/b&gt; But sometimes, I just don't feel like talking much and keep to myself. Doesn't mean I'm angry or depressed. During those times, &lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=#FF8000&gt;I want to be left alone.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt; So the worst thing you can do I call me emo cause then you'll make me flare up. Yeah, it's the mood swings. And they don't only come during PMS either. &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually, I've never really been DAMN angry or depressed. A lot of the time, I just need the attention (yes, I'm admitting it). Or sometimes I feel like complicating my life a little since everything's going well for me and I see all the people who have problems getting all the attention that I want. I know, dammit. I &lt;s&gt;am becoming&lt;/s&gt; have become one of em' pathetic attention whores. &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt; How gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like continuing. What I need, is a dose of Jesus. Yessir.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need peoples' attention to feel important. I'm already so loved by my Daddy God and that's all that matters, right? Yep. I'm precious and blessed and should be happy that I don't have to deal with the problems that all my friends are dealing with now. Why do I feel I need people's attention? That's just it, I don't. I don't, I don't, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I just keep telling myself that. And I think if I continue talking to myself like that I'll probably curl up and die. See, I told you I need a dose of Jesus. So c'mon, bring it already, God! Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Lavish - NCC Music Ministry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-217825076821699263?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/217825076821699263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=217825076821699263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/217825076821699263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/217825076821699263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/03/meet-my-sexy-emo-friend-erle-chan-yeah.html' title='!!?? EMO'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfPnqIyS5uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xqD9oNa7_Z4/s72-c/erle+convo+screenshot+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-6648657529037427757</id><published>2007-03-09T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:17.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL SO FUNNAYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfFhCYyS5nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RLKbtlLy6Ks/s1600-h/mark+convo+screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RfFhCYyS5nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RLKbtlLy6Ks/s400/mark+convo+screenshot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039916151645333106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;HEEHEE!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to Tokyo Drift like more than 20 times today and almost died laughing every time, thanks to my dear Astrid Lew. LOL. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="170" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/HTV3asyAr7/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/HTV3asyAr7/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="170" height="46" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and you know what? Sam's now obsessed with Avril Lavigne. He blasted her songs to the world today when I had been trying to do my math homework. Obviously, I gave up trying to find what &lt;i&gt;y&lt;/i&gt;km was and ended up singing to the music, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm damn precious&lt;br /&gt;And hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm the mother fucking princess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="170" height="46"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/F7cUKximoj/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/F7cUKximoj/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="170" height="46" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/2592/iconlpyf3.gif"&gt; Chatting with Markie Barkie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-6648657529037427757?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/6648657529037427757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=6648657529037427757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6648657529037427757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6648657529037427757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/03/lol-so-funnaye.html' title='LOL SO FUNNAYE'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RfFhCYyS5nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/RLKbtlLy6Ks/s72-c/mark+convo+screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-1926671666327485477</id><published>2007-03-08T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:18.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHOOL ON 8/3/07.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#009F00&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;School:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_kQ4OhsxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Y6xJ1mJgRu0/s1600-h/huimin+healthy+food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_kQ4OhsxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Y6xJ1mJgRu0/s400/huimin+healthy+food.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039497486673228562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hui Min's a good example to the sec 1s! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_k1IOhsyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aN7U-2dd7ww/s1600-h/huimin+ariel+9+2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_k1IOhsyI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aN7U-2dd7ww/s400/huimin+ariel+9+2-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039498109443486498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;I look dead. Freaky.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_k1YOhszI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NhIe530JwQ4/s1600-h/jonah+mark+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_k1YOhszI/AAAAAAAAAOg/NhIe530JwQ4/s400/jonah+mark+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039498113738453810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jonah and Mark, playing with my phone. Bitches. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_k1oOhs0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/_JFGunIEF8M/s1600-h/jonah+mark+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_k1oOhs0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/_JFGunIEF8M/s400/jonah+mark+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039498118033421122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;How damn bloody cool is this man? Hardly. &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt; HAH.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_k1oOhs1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/dM6mqEu0aqo/s1600-h/jonah+mark+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_k1oOhs1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/dM6mqEu0aqo/s400/jonah+mark+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039498118033421138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;The Monkey King and his "fan" zomg.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_k14Ohs2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/q83tvdhreuQ/s1600-h/mark%27s+arm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_k14Ohs2I/AAAAAAAAAO4/q83tvdhreuQ/s400/mark%27s+arm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039498122328388450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mark has sexy legs &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;and&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; sexy arms! &lt;img src=http://img247.imageshack.us/img247/2146/iconwinkgrinib9.gif&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_lWIOhs3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/NNJVlpDQR_s/s1600-h/jonah%27s+ezylink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_lWIOhs3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/NNJVlpDQR_s/s400/jonah%27s+ezylink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039498676379169650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;WOW.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_lWYOhs4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/7rkmDEKAji4/s1600-h/shar+mich+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_lWYOhs4I/AAAAAAAAAPI/7rkmDEKAji4/s400/shar+mich+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039498680674136962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Shar and Mich are so cute please. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, school wasn't too bad. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; Okay, I'm off to doing my stupid chinese composition. Apparently, I did it wrongly, so Miss Toh is getting me to redo it since she doesn't want to fail me. How nice, eh? &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Gerard's &lt;s&gt;bloody irritating&lt;/s&gt; voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-1926671666327485477?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/1926671666327485477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=1926671666327485477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1926671666327485477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1926671666327485477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/03/school-school-wasnt-bad.html' title='SCHOOL ON 8/3/07.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Re_kQ4OhsxI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Y6xJ1mJgRu0/s72-c/huimin+healthy+food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-5813635798291303602</id><published>2007-03-07T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:18.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh harhar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re6mv6GSpPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FjOZDP_oJ-Q/s1600-h/cirquedeparanoia+screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Re6mv6GSpPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FjOZDP_oJ-Q/s400/cirquedeparanoia+screenshot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039148375053870322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Zach is funny.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I have nothing better to post today lol. Sailing was okay. Going for the National Youth Championships next week. Byebye March Holidays. Booo. &lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4241/iconsadwd4.gif"&gt; I hope I don't become the red lobster who's the butt of everyone's jokes again. Sheesh, no good memories there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; What Goes Around - Justin Timberlake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5813635798291303602?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5813635798291303602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5813635798291303602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5813635798291303602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5813635798291303602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/03/zach-is-funny.html' title='Oh harhar.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Re6mv6GSpPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/FjOZDP_oJ-Q/s72-c/cirquedeparanoia+screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-1531489948144312325</id><published>2007-03-06T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:18.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>C'mon, Step Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;I know&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said or did something that ticked you off. I know I "disgusted" you in some way or another. &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt;  But I'm being honest and swallowing up my pride here by telling you I miss talking to you, and that I'm really sorry for whatever I did. I'm sick of this cold war. I know what you're thinking — it's hardly been a week. But hey, I cave in easily when it comes to losing friends. Please don't get the wrong idea, but I really can't smile as much without you around. You may just scoff and roll your eyes at this, but I wanted you to know. So there. This is getting really awkward so I'll end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen, I think you and Dore are a match made in heaven. Michelle and hers too. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; Hope you guys last &lt;s&gt;long&lt;/s&gt; forever. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like, I'm always the &lt;font color=#FF3399&gt;&lt;b&gt;friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (usually &lt;i&gt;close&lt;/i&gt; friend) of the guy girls are after, the &lt;font color=#00B3B3&gt;&lt;b&gt;sister&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; of the guy girls are after, but never actually &lt;font color=#FF8000&gt;&lt;i&gt;with&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; the guy girls are after, which really irks me. But then I see the relationships break apart (usually painfully), then I think that maybe I'll just be patient and wait. When the time comes, well, &lt;font color=#9B009B&gt;&lt;b&gt;it comes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks to Jonah, Mark, and Dean for getting me in stitches today. I swear, I have *almost* never laughed that much in my life. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Test results weren't as awesome as I had hoped they would be (esp Science) &lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4241/iconsadwd4.gif"&gt; , so I'm not really in the mood to talk about them. But I'm really happy with my &lt;font color=#F00000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chinese results&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, because I jumped from an &lt;span style="background-color: #000000"&gt;&lt;font color=#80FF00&gt;&lt;b&gt;F9 to a B3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. All glory goes to Jesus. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6O54yS6CI/AAAAAAAAASo/vw4JykXxWTQ/s1600-h/sam+yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6O54yS6CI/AAAAAAAAASo/vw4JykXxWTQ/s320/sam+yo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043625757848561698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp; sometimes I wish matters were as simple as running away from them all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that true love never dies, and true friends are forever. But I've learnt that forever usually ends a lot sooner than it's supposed to, and everyone will eventually fall out of cloud 9. Depressing, no? &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt; HAH. Welcome to a world where being yourself just isn't enough. But thank God, He sent Jesus, who changed everything. For me, anyway. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; don't have to be enough, my God is too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ephesians 3:20&lt;/b&gt; says: &lt;br /&gt;Now to Him who is able to do &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#EC0000&gt;exceedingly, abundantly, above all that we ask or think,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;according to the power that works in us. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, &lt;b&gt;I reign in life&lt;/b&gt;, because of what He did for me. You won't find a greater love. It goes beyond all reason. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; You love me, Abba. Things will turn out alright because YOU lead me. &amp;&amp;&amp;, I love you too. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Irreplaceable - Beyonce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-1531489948144312325?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/1531489948144312325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=1531489948144312325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1531489948144312325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1531489948144312325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/03/hun-please.html' title='C&apos;mon, Step Up.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Rf6O54yS6CI/AAAAAAAAASo/vw4JykXxWTQ/s72-c/sam+yo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-1564109628876136908</id><published>2007-03-03T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T16:51:43.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cohort Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color=#954A00&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;Sec 2 Cohort Camp 2007&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sucked? No shit. &lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/4241/iconsadwd4.gif"&gt; I'm sure Hui Min, Eileen, Michelle, and Sharmane agree. The weather was really bad throughout the 3 days and 2 nights. And everyone knows there are more mosquitoes during the rainy season. Well, I came back with 14 bites. Also, because of the rain, we were not able to do the abseiling, rock climbing, and rafting. What a bummer &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt; — I had really been looking forward to those activities. Not only that, but we didn't get to sleep in the tent that we pitched, and got some lousy rust-infested tent which pretty much collapsed. After the rain, we went back to get our stuff and found the stupid tent completely flooded. Prudence was practically &lt;u&gt;swimming&lt;/u&gt;. All my clothes were totally drenched. My sleeping bag, which had fleece on the inside, was soaked with water. Geez. And by the way, that didn't happen to only our tent. Some people got it even worse than we did — their tents &lt;b&gt;completely collapsed&lt;/b&gt;. As in, nothing was standing at all. Yeah, I know, &lt;span style="background-color: #FFFF51"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;we should sue the company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the 1st night we slept in the tent, and found it goddamn uncomfortable. Well, the 2nd was a whole lot worse, because since most of our tents had been flooded, we had to sleep in the conference room. Either you shared a sleeping bag that had been dry with someone, or you just slept on the cold hard floor. Eileen and I borrowed Joshua's sleeping bag and found out that it was wet. &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt; But we thought, what the hell, it's just for one night and it's better than sleeping on the floor. Damn, we couldn't have been more wrong. Our clothes soaked up the water, and got us even colder than we already were (the air con had been turned on). Not to mention the fact that none of us had a blanket. It was the worst night of my life. The next morning, I woke up with such a muscle ache in my neck, I couldn't get up at first. Well, isn't that just dandy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to make matters worse, they only gave us like, &lt;span style="background-color: #9DFF3C"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;2 minutes to shower, with 3 freaking people in one cubicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; What kind of &lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#E80000&gt;bullshit&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; is that man? You tell me. And because of all this shit that they put us through, we were fidgety and cranky. So, thinking that they hadn't given us enough torture, they yelled at us to be quiet. Gaaawd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, overall, camp was a real disappointment. I can't believe I actually &lt;i&gt;paid&lt;/i&gt; to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. I know I shouldn't be so negative about the camp. Yes, good things &lt;u&gt;did&lt;/u&gt; take place. But since I'm not in the mood to type em' out, go read &lt;a href="http://ashaheartsyou.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Asha&lt;/b&gt;'s blog&lt;/a&gt;. She's one bloody damn positive girl. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came to pick me up from school once the bus had sent us back. I went home, took a nice, hot, half-an-hour shower, then went for D.A.R.E.. I know, you must think I'm crazy for still going to church, but I really needed to hear God's word since I had been feeling so very glum (heehee). &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; And good thing I went, too! I felt so much better after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jesus told me, &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#9B009B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I created the universe. &lt;br /&gt;I put the stars in their places. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I love you.&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know what you're going through right now. &lt;br /&gt;Leave everything to me. &lt;br /&gt;It's all going to turn out better than you expect. &lt;br /&gt;I love you so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Leave it to me."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I cried. He's my strength, my healing, and my restoration. I know that everything's going to be alright. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Saving Grace - Hillsong United&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-1564109628876136908?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/1564109628876136908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=1564109628876136908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1564109628876136908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1564109628876136908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/03/cohort-camp.html' title='Cohort Camp'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-4880897929046005653</id><published>2007-02-28T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T17:43:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, honey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color=#7777BB&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&amp; I cried for you,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;b&gt;as if you were even worth it.&lt;/b&gt; I'm disappointed in myself for caring so much, I really am.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="background-color: #D3A8FF"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;The fucking thing is, you &lt;b&gt;are&lt;/b&gt; worth it, dammit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, I feel weird, grossed out, and angry too. &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was good and bad. I'm not going to talk about the bad because it would only hurt me more and get people's pity, which I really hate. So, &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#FE719C&gt;the good!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; I really thank God I have friends in school who support me and are there for me. Not to give condolence or whatever, but to just sit with me. Sometimes it's better to just hold someone if they're feeling down and not say anything, then to get them to tell you the whole story all over again and make them feel even worse, you know what I mean? Well, Eileen did just that. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Then she gave me one of her quotes about &lt;span style="background-color: #C2FF76"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;trying and dying&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which I don't really remember lol. Oh and Astrid did the Lemuel thing which made me laugh like crazy. Dean was even better —  he played some Doraemon song to cheer me up. Dore on the other hand, just sat there looking at me and saying nothing. That helped too HAHA, don't ask why. Ah yes, and Jonah with his infamous HEEHEE. God, they're so retarded. And being retarded cheers emo people up. Big time. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cohort camp at Ubin tomorrow, until Saturday. Whoopee, I can't wait. &lt;img src="http://img410.imageshack.us/img410/1249/icondisappointedfd5.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Gone - Switchfoot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-4880897929046005653?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/4880897929046005653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=4880897929046005653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4880897929046005653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4880897929046005653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-honey.html' title='Oh, honey.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-8176064627990568616</id><published>2007-02-27T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:44:29.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were suppose to be there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#B9005C&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;I don't know which is worse —&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. The one time that I thought you'd come through for me, you don't.&lt;br /&gt;2. The fact that I'm so affected by it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was, on the average, alright, excluding the huge fight I had with my dad this morning which woke up pretty much the whole estate. I swear, he was being so bloody unreasonable which really pissed me off. All I asked him to do was sign some edusave papers. I forgot to get him to look at them during the weekend so fine, I apologised for that. But he still swore like crazy and yelled at me. I texted Hui Min that I'd be late for school today since he was holding me up with all the shouting, and he started on me making sure I left my phone on his table when I come back from school every single damn day, and that I'm not allowed to use my laptop (obviously, that rule is ignored). And what does that even have to do with anything?! Well, that pissed me off a hell lot more and I gave him the blackest face I could muster, snatched the forms and slammed the door as I left the house. Damn bullshit, as if I hadn't had enough of it. Argh, forget it, I don't even want to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the Common Tests. I can say adios (!!) to my Science and Geog paper. All glory would go to Jesus if I can even pass either one of them. Damn, how I detest chem. And, I think I'm having second thoughts about taking Geog next year too. I mean, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Land Reclamation?!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; For once, I find History more interesting. Well, honestly speaking, anything would be better than Land Reclamation. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thank God, there's still hope for my English, History and Math. Tomorrow's Lit and CL. I don't need to express my hatred for Chinese here, I really don't. Urgh. Jesus, You be my wisdom tomorrow. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Eileen, Astrid, and Mich, &lt;b&gt;I love you guys!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; Staying back today was so... interesting. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Wei Lin, I know what it's like to lose someone so close to you. I'm familiar with all the fear and dread you're going through now. And I know that nothing I can say will actually take the pain away. But, I can cry with you, hun. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; It's perfectly fine to cry, and it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit, I just realise I've been eating sotong thinking it was prawn, and actually enjoyed it. Urgh! I'm am officially disgusted with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; —&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-8176064627990568616?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/8176064627990568616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=8176064627990568616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/8176064627990568616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/8176064627990568616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-were-suppose-to-be-there.html' title='You were suppose to be there.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-9046853118514615912</id><published>2007-02-26T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:51:56.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bullshit.</title><content type='html'>Fucking bullshit, this is. Even my new Abercrombie top can't cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Here (In Your Arms) - Hellogoodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-9046853118514615912?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/9046853118514615912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=9046853118514615912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/9046853118514615912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/9046853118514615912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/bullshit.html' title='bullshit.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-321666415072565186</id><published>2007-02-25T13:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:19.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/ReEginZw8LI/AAAAAAAAANQ/XW_wPajaa6o/s1600-h/picture+284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/ReEginZw8LI/AAAAAAAAANQ/XW_wPajaa6o/s400/picture+284.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035341637441614002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I apply eyeliner, it looks like &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;. So don't you dare accuse me of using eyeliner to school okay, because I bloody don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/ReEjXXZw8NI/AAAAAAAAANo/-_9ZcnQy5OE/s1600-h/me+24+1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/ReEjXXZw8NI/AAAAAAAAANo/-_9ZcnQy5OE/s400/me+24+1-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035344742702969042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone told me today that I could audition for one of Satan's whores when I grow up. I know, I don't get it either. Anyway, Jess helped me realise that I shouldn't try to make the people who hurt me pay for what they've done, because it's punishment enough that they have to be them until they die. Thanks, Jess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Ryan wrote a poem for me.&lt;blockquote&gt;Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Vampires on Halloween&lt;br /&gt;Remind me of you&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm so touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Smack That - Akon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-321666415072565186?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/321666415072565186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=321666415072565186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/321666415072565186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/321666415072565186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/damn.html' title='Damn.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/ReEginZw8LI/AAAAAAAAANQ/XW_wPajaa6o/s72-c/picture+284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-2973876128178672088</id><published>2007-02-24T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:19.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY?!</title><content type='html'>From Cheryl's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rd8rL3Zw8KI/AAAAAAAAANE/8iyRtpLa1uk/s1600-h/screenshot+Cheryls+blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rd8rL3Zw8KI/AAAAAAAAANE/8iyRtpLa1uk/s400/screenshot+Cheryls+blog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034790391274074274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I fucking cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-2973876128178672088?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/2973876128178672088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=2973876128178672088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2973876128178672088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2973876128178672088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/why.html' title='WHY?!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Rd8rL3Zw8KI/AAAAAAAAANE/8iyRtpLa1uk/s72-c/screenshot+Cheryls+blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-8686180174713377521</id><published>2007-02-23T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:19.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Daddy God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rd8nSXZw8JI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z70wNGEhs-I/s1600-h/dear+daddy+god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rd8nSXZw8JI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z70wNGEhs-I/s400/dear+daddy+god.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034786104896712850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many things to say, but for the first time, I don't know how to say them in proper English sentences. A lot of times they come out in short sobs, but hey, that's teenage wasting for you. I just want to apologise to my friends at school for being so emo lately and spoiling everyone's fun. I know I can be a real cynical bitch. I'm not going to make excuses for myself or anything. I can totally understand if y'all don't want to hang out with me when I'm like this, and I don't blame y'all. I guess the weekend couldn't have come at a better time. My mind will probably be on mugging for the common tests that have already started, so by Monday I'll probably be out of this repelling state. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big thanks to Hui Min, Astrid, and Eileen for managing to make me smile and laugh, and Leon for actually bringing the Dettol antiseptic cream for me. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, happy birthday, Dean. Hope you had a good time today. Sorry for not being able to make it to your birthday party thing, a'ight. Anyway, I love you. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 hours past my bedtime now, and I'm really tired. So goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frustrated&lt;br /&gt;Irritated&lt;br /&gt;Disconnected from it all&lt;br /&gt;The weight of the world&lt;br /&gt;Has pushed me to the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender&lt;br /&gt;To You I'm giving in&lt;br /&gt;Come take me&lt;br /&gt;Save me&lt;br /&gt;I want to start again&lt;br /&gt;I'll open my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've reached the end and&lt;br /&gt;You are the way to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the riches in this world&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't fill this great big hole&lt;br /&gt;It takes something so much more&lt;br /&gt;Only You can take me&lt;br /&gt;You can make me whole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; The Way To Begin - Krystal Meyers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-8686180174713377521?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/8686180174713377521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=8686180174713377521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/8686180174713377521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/8686180174713377521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-daddy-god.html' title='Dear Daddy God'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Rd8nSXZw8JI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Z70wNGEhs-I/s72-c/dear+daddy+god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-4262544118844073073</id><published>2007-02-22T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T20:52:24.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my cow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color=#950095&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;Turd-day&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my cow, I'm becoming one helluva pig. I swear, that's the thing I hate most about festive seasons. I become such a pig, well, &lt;b&gt;glutton&lt;/b&gt; in my case, and it isn't even funny anymore. It's actually disgusting. I've already gained like, 3kg over the long weekend. How gross is that? Soon, I won't be able to fit into my clothes. Awww geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, today was a really long day. Time took forever to pass, seriously. I must have looked at the clock more than a million times today. Both the minute and hour hand never seemed to move. Damn, the only thing I had to look forward to was the soccer match between TK and VS at 4:30. VS beat us — 1:0. But it's okay, cause TK's still the best. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; And Josh, I still love you! &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; Alriiight, how random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. The Common Tests start tomorrow. Back to mugging mode. Tomorrow we're having English, so there's nothing really much to study. I'm not bragging or anything, mind. My mom says I have to study for the other subjects now, so I'll be a good girl and do what she says. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; I'm still trying to memorise all the Chemical Equations and Formulae. All those stupid letters and subscripts. Ahhhh — &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color=#0080C0&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;fuck chem.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Say Goodbye - Chris Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-4262544118844073073?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/4262544118844073073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=4262544118844073073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4262544118844073073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4262544118844073073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-my-cow.html' title='Oh my cow.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-5178929478162578879</id><published>2007-02-21T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:21.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jasmine Green Tea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color=#009500&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;The power of &lt;font color=#FF952B&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;JEALOUSY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I have no comment on today. We had one helluva time talking and laughing over lame stuff. One thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdw7dnZw7-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/zkMqJXBLKNY/s1600-h/greeen+tea!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdw7dnZw7-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/zkMqJXBLKNY/s320/greeen+tea!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033963863472664546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Jasmine Green Tea — The greatest drink on Earth.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color=#FF0080&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Mel's house! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; It was absolutely shizz fabulous, even though my mom totally pissed me off by wearing &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; Armani Exchange tee, forcing me to wear some &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;rag&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Thank God, I still managed to have fun in that unglam outfit. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxCl3Zw7_I/AAAAAAAAALA/5gU0P3eh0hQ/s1600-h/picture+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxCl3Zw7_I/AAAAAAAAALA/5gU0P3eh0hQ/s400/picture+258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033971701787979762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Tessa's roooom.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxCl3Zw8AI/AAAAAAAAALI/k6A0i_U9OQY/s1600-h/mel+tess+ariel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxCl3Zw8AI/AAAAAAAAALI/k6A0i_U9OQY/s400/mel+tess+ariel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033971701787979778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;In the living room. I swear, their house is really damn Hollywood.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxCmHZw8BI/AAAAAAAAALQ/HLyr1LE0W3k/s1600-h/Picture+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxCmHZw8BI/AAAAAAAAALQ/HLyr1LE0W3k/s400/Picture+265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033971706082947090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Mel and I, &lt;u&gt;drunk&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxCmHZw8CI/AAAAAAAAALY/rP4yMWcyjhs/s1600-h/mel+ariel+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxCmHZw8CI/AAAAAAAAALY/rP4yMWcyjhs/s400/mel+ariel+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033971706082947106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;This looks so photoshoot zomg. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxCmXZw8DI/AAAAAAAAALg/GCHr-3dwwk8/s1600-h/ariel+mel+tess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxCmXZw8DI/AAAAAAAAALg/GCHr-3dwwk8/s400/ariel+mel+tess.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033971710377914418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxC53Zw8EI/AAAAAAAAALo/B2PcqCZ-E3I/s1600-h/tess+ariel+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxC53Zw8EI/AAAAAAAAALo/B2PcqCZ-E3I/s400/tess+ariel+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033972045385363522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Meet The Roman Goddess Of Destruction.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxDKHZw8FI/AAAAAAAAALw/TgvV4MKYbQA/s1600-h/Picture+277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxDKHZw8FI/AAAAAAAAALw/TgvV4MKYbQA/s400/Picture+277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033972324558237778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Picture perfect. I swear, he's such a poser.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxDenZw8GI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6a8SrN_JarU/s1600-h/picture+282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxDenZw8GI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6a8SrN_JarU/s400/picture+282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033972676745556066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;At the pool! YES THEY HAVE A POOL.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxDenZw8HI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fDazqIT0Bsg/s1600-h/mel+ariel+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdxDenZw8HI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fDazqIT0Bsg/s400/mel+ariel+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033972676745556082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;I love her, she loves me. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color=#00E1E1&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;I really don't know what I'd do without my cam.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5178929478162578879?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5178929478162578879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5178929478162578879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5178929478162578879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5178929478162578879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/jasmine-green-tea.html' title='Jasmine Green Tea!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdw7dnZw7-I/AAAAAAAAAK0/zkMqJXBLKNY/s72-c/greeen+tea!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-6051935656450626911</id><published>2007-02-19T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:21.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B'day, Carol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color=#FF719D&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy birthday, Caroline Yap!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 44px; height: 44px;" src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, you’re 18, finally legal, huh? &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif" /&gt; Lol go out there, and have fun watching all those M18 movies. Hwa Chong’s gotten you way too stressed out. Love ya, hun. Remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdm6NXZw79I/AAAAAAAAAKo/v38QjlREzkw/s1600-h/quote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdm6NXZw79I/AAAAAAAAAKo/v38QjlREzkw/s400/quote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033258797346385874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn, I sound older than you, don't I? HAH. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; You've been more of a blessing to me than you know. You're one of God's greatest gifts to me. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; Many hugs and kisses from me to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color=#800080&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;TUH-DAY&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been heaps fun. Well, not really, but it's been beter than other days, to say the least. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Woke up at 10 this morning and then went out with my mom to this cute little Indian shop at Katong Shopping Center. Don't look down on that place guys, there are small amazing shops hidden there. So anyway, my mom got her hair hennaed, which took 3 hours. The applying of the henna actually took like, an hour plus only, but we had to wait for the henna to soak in or something like that. In the mean time, the nice lady put henna on my hand! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; It looks so Arabian Nights now. How cool is that? Haha. After both those things were done, we did our brows. Tweezing? &lt;b&gt;I wish&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="background-color: #C2FF76"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;The lady did &lt;u&gt;threading&lt;/u&gt; for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I swear, it was damn bloody painful (not to mention painfully slow). Yao! It really hurt, like a bitch. It felt like she was pulling the skin off my face. Lol never again. Although, for vanity's sake, I may just think of going back haha. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after that extremely interesting and painful episode, I went with Sonya to watch Ghost Rider. I swear, it's a real stupid movie. Some parts were dang funny, but others were just down right gross. Like the part where the Nicholas Cage guy changed into the burning skeleton. Damn, his skin just burned off his face, while he was screaming! Gawd, really painful-to-the-eyes, if you know what I mean. And, "Satan's son" looks incredibly sexy in some scenes, which isn't good either, cause he should be ugly, so he won't have fans. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Okay, no link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, my family and I went to Jalan Kayu to eat roti prata. Trust me, if you don't know where to go to eat one day, go to Jalan Kayu. The food there is delicious, take it from me. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; But there are many lizards running around, so if you're freaked by them, don't sit near the walls. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; I've learnt my lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaah, today wasn't bad. Just kinda painful. Haha. Uploading the pictures I took right now. I'll probably post them up here tomorrow. My bed's calling out to me, so g'night, all! &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; — &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-6051935656450626911?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/6051935656450626911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=6051935656450626911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6051935656450626911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6051935656450626911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-bday-carol.html' title='Happy B&apos;day, Carol!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdm6NXZw79I/AAAAAAAAAKo/v38QjlREzkw/s72-c/quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-6891191487299909394</id><published>2007-02-18T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:23.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year 2007!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="9"&gt;&lt;font color=#FF8000&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;CNY YAO!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's Chinese New Year celebrations have been shizz awesome! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Went to church today, then went for my Dad's side's family reunion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdhzI3Zw7zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/G1Aj6l87iu4/s1600-h/CNY+-+Family+Shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdhzI3Zw7zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/G1Aj6l87iu4/s400/CNY+-+Family+Shot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032899179734691634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family snapshot. This picture was taken by my dad's sister, who has no idea how to frame pictures. I had to crop so much of it just so that it could look like this. But what the heck, it still turned out good. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdhzJHZw70I/AAAAAAAAAI4/BAWwm2d5Huc/s1600-h/CNY+-+Moses+Ariellna+Ariel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdhzJHZw70I/AAAAAAAAAI4/BAWwm2d5Huc/s400/CNY+-+Moses+Ariellna+Ariel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032899184029658946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we have Moses, Ariellna, and I. A big congratulations to _____! You're so blessed to have a boyfriend as cute and sweet as Moses. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; And he's got Spanish blood too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdhzJHZw71I/AAAAAAAAAJA/NPAilmNwAFc/s1600-h/CNY+-+Paul+Ariel+Marlon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdhzJHZw71I/AAAAAAAAAJA/NPAilmNwAFc/s400/CNY+-+Paul+Ariel+Marlon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032899184029658962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Paul, me, and Marlon! I swear, these guys are so friggin' funny, they can make you laugh by just &lt;i&gt;looking&lt;/i&gt; at you. I love them so. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdhzJnZw73I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/X8ptgh5omS4/s1600-h/CNY+-+Shaun+Ariel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdhzJnZw73I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/X8ptgh5omS4/s400/CNY+-+Shaun+Ariel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032899192619593586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shaun and I &lt;b&gt;emo-ing&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Dean said I look like a geisha, which I take offence at, by the way. I made Shaun kinda upset, and I'm sorry, sweetie! But everything's settled now, yeah? &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; You're a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdhzY3Zw74I/AAAAAAAAAJY/1cSkFdJXuJI/s1600-h/cny+-+gerard+ariel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdhzY3Zw74I/AAAAAAAAAJY/1cSkFdJXuJI/s400/cny+-+gerard+ariel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032899454612598658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gerard Ang, stingy ass. This guy will never take a proper picture no matter how much money he's paid. So I decided to just take it this way, and he found it bloody hilarious, for some strange reason. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdhzJXZw72I/AAAAAAAAAJI/vm_SC0Dyf1g/s1600-h/CNY+-+Mel+Ariel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdhzJXZw72I/AAAAAAAAAJI/vm_SC0Dyf1g/s400/CNY+-+Mel+Ariel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032899188324626274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My EBFF and I. I love her so much. She wore this piece of purple cloth today, instead of her hot Zara top. I'm sorry if I PS-ed you, babe! HAHA. I really did think that what I had been wearing was a dress. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdh4RHZw75I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XCdbe1lSStE/s1600-h/CNY+-+Joasseph+Ariel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdh4RHZw75I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XCdbe1lSStE/s400/CNY+-+Joasseph+Ariel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032904819026751378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Joasseph Soloman. This guy is &lt;u&gt;amazing&lt;/u&gt; — whenever I'm feeling down, I'll receive a text message from him asking if I'm alright. He just knows when I'm really happy or really upset. Cool, huh? &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. I have a hellotta other pictures, but I'm lazy to post them up. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Tomorrow, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to Darren (no, not the retarded Goh), who's now in America (since he migrated there last year) on the phone now. He's telling me he misses me more than I miss him. Hah, I doubt it, babe. This crazy guy sent me 12 roses, a damn long letter, and a necklace by FedEx on Valentine's Day. Insane much? But I like the attention. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; Lol, I love you hun. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of you, &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#0080FF&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;I hope you guys had as awesome a Chinese New Year as I did.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; So Grateful - NCC Music Ministry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-6891191487299909394?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/6891191487299909394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=6891191487299909394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6891191487299909394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6891191487299909394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year-2007.html' title='Chinese New Year 2007!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RdhzI3Zw7zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/G1Aj6l87iu4/s72-c/CNY+-+Family+Shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-4048308041704560792</id><published>2007-02-18T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:24.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color=#DF0000&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Chinese New Year 2007 :&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdfe8nZw7uI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fJI_1Z5wqEE/s1600-h/picture+231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032736241560383202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdfe8nZw7uI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fJI_1Z5wqEE/s400/picture+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdfe83Zw7vI/AAAAAAAAAH8/c4KqRLvgIKs/s1600-h/picture+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032736245855350514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdfe83Zw7vI/AAAAAAAAAH8/c4KqRLvgIKs/s400/picture+199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdfe83Zw7wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Hy8yfEfTJAo/s1600-h/picture+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032736245855350530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdfe83Zw7wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Hy8yfEfTJAo/s400/picture+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdff3nZw7yI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4U9caRiVbIs/s1600-h/Picture+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032737255172665122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdff3nZw7yI/AAAAAAAAAIU/4U9caRiVbIs/s400/Picture+209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= hellotta &lt;span style="background-color: #FFFF7B"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;goodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, &lt;span style="background-color: #FFFF7B"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;bakkwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, and &lt;span style="background-color: #FFFF7B"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;coconuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (??!) to make me fat + &lt;span style="background-color: #84DCF2"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;new clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; + &lt;span style="background-color: #FF5353"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;ang baos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; The more relatives you have, the better. CNY's my &lt;u&gt;favourite&lt;/u&gt; holiday, I swear. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#009B00&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;MONEY MONEY MONEY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Mwahaha. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; — &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-4048308041704560792?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/4048308041704560792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=4048308041704560792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4048308041704560792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4048308041704560792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rdfe8nZw7uI/AAAAAAAAAH0/fJI_1Z5wqEE/s72-c/picture+231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-6209919982447225600</id><published>2007-02-16T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:25.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color=#A7FF4F&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;A'ight, SHOOT.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we were released early because of our good GCE O Level results. We were suppose to go to Tampines Mall, but everyone ditched Hui Min and I at the last minute, either to go back to their primary schools or to wait for the choir people to be realeased (12pm). Since we couldn't wait that long, Hui Min and I took off. We went to Marina Square (I think lol) and took neoprints. I don't really like taking neopeints, because I think it'd just be easier and cheaper to take pictures with my cam and then photoshop them:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdW9k3Zw7rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YPvpwRg41LY/s1600-h/huimin+ariel+8+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdW9k3Zw7rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YPvpwRg41LY/s400/huimin+ariel+8+1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032136599701352114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;This picture is so School Magazine.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;But today's neoprint-taking session was heaps good! &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdfOWHZw7tI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yQ41J9OHbSA/s1600-h/neoprints+-+huimin+ariel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdfOWHZw7tI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yQ41J9OHbSA/s400/neoprints+-+huimin+ariel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032717987949375186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Finally, I have neoprints taken with my dearest. So that's a plus.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's pretty much all we did. We went window shopping a little but couldn't buy anything cause we were really broke. I told Hui Min that I buy clothes from Fox and B.U.M Equipment, so I can't possibly be a snob. But &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;, she disagrees, for some strange reason. Yada yada, then we went to Tampines interchange. I took a bus to St. Hilda's Primary and she took a bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached school, I met up with Avryl and Wan Er. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; They haven't changed! Except for their height, that is. Everyone's growing tall and leaving me behind! Geez. So, we met up and ate in school. Damn, I miss SHP food. Yummy. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for my brother to come out and at 1pm, then my mom came to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdWvQXZw7qI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lWTioEgGwXA/s1600-h/sam+ariel+21+1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdWvQXZw7qI/AAAAAAAAAHE/lWTioEgGwXA/s400/sam+ariel+21+1-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032120854351244962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kindly explain to me how anyone could ever mistake him for my boyfriend.&lt;/i&gt; Either he looks bloody old or I look bloody young. &lt;b&gt;Anyhow.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After picking us up, she sent Sam home then the two of us went shopping. Once again, today's session of retail therapy went very well. It was better this time, because my mom was the one paying for everything. Yeah, how awesome is that? &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Today I bought two tops from Esprit, a top from Armani Exchange, a pair of shoes from Aldo, a pair of jeans and a wallet from Levi's, and a bloody cool notebook from Ae"N"Bc! I feel so content now. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Haha. Tomorrow I'm going to my great uncle and auntie's place. Their house is freaking big, I swear. It's my dear Uncle Kenn's birthday tomorrow too, and I just know it's going to be heaps fun. Can't wait. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdfH4HZw7sI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndESxhQrrEc/s1600-h/wentworth+miller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdfH4HZw7sI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ndESxhQrrEc/s400/wentworth+miller.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032710875483532994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;Starlight, Star bright,&lt;br /&gt;First star I see tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I may, &lt;br /&gt;I wish I might,&lt;br /&gt;Have this wish I wish tonight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Scofield would just &lt;u&gt;shoot me&lt;/u&gt; so I could die happy. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/1480/icontvov1.gif"&gt; Drake and Josh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-6209919982447225600?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/6209919982447225600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=6209919982447225600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6209919982447225600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6209919982447225600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/shoot.html' title='Shoot.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RdW9k3Zw7rI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/YPvpwRg41LY/s72-c/huimin+ariel+8+1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-6135462386557575005</id><published>2007-02-14T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:27.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm at home now. I know I should be sailing in Singapore's black waters, but because the chocolate that Leon gave &lt;span style="background-color: #FFFF7B"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;gave me diarrhoea&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I ended up at home. Good news — I was able to pon sailing. Bad news — I'm suppose to stay at home to rest. So actually, there isn't really any good news, is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#E84653&gt;many thanks to all you sexy people who gave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#9EFF3E&gt;cards/letters, flowers, chocolates, cookies, sweets, jellybeans, soft toys, bookmarks, necklaces, bracelets, earrings, perfumes, glass cups (haha!), and even the awesome Baileys.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Awww, I feel so loved! &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Edit]&lt;br /&gt;After school, Asha, Wei Lin and I went to Siglap Center and ate at Macs. I swear, they're retardedly hilarious. Here are the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdMA0nZw7mI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I2YsMP1v7mE/s1600-h/mc+wings+meal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdMA0nZw7mI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I2YsMP1v7mE/s400/mc+wings+meal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031366112633220706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdL-_3Zw7kI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hEKm0OjicZk/s1600-h/picture+228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdL-_3Zw7kI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hEKm0OjicZk/s400/picture+228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031364106883493442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Leon's chocolate is a leach ZOMG!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdL_IHZw7lI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FCBDh4fgkzw/s1600-h/picture+227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdL_IHZw7lI/AAAAAAAAAF0/FCBDh4fgkzw/s400/picture+227.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031364248617414226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Here's a close up shot. &lt;i&gt;*shudders*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdL-4HZw7jI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AiU6Mjd3jB0/s1600-h/ariel+weilin+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdL-4HZw7jI/AAAAAAAAAFk/AiU6Mjd3jB0/s400/ariel+weilin+1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031363973739507250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdL-w3Zw7iI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xBnKnidGCvY/s1600-h/asha+ariel+2+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdL-w3Zw7iI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xBnKnidGCvY/s400/asha+ariel+2+1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031363849185455650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to go hang with my friends anyway. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; I'll be home before 7, so it's not really a problem and my parents won't know. Even if they do find out, they'll understand that they can't keep me in the house on Valentine's Day. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things to do by tonight:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- check and print out the bloody lit assignment&lt;br /&gt;- complete and memorise all my chem notes&lt;br /&gt;- make up an excuse for not completing my art&lt;br /&gt;- try to bring the rose that Brandon gave me back to life&lt;br /&gt;- finish eating all the chocolate that was given to me and grow fat&lt;br /&gt;- call all my friends to wish them a happy Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;- then gloat to them about all the fab stuff I received&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdMA_HZw7nI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AMZDYxlVU9I/s1600-h/Picture+230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdMA_HZw7nI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AMZDYxlVU9I/s400/Picture+230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031366293021847154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swear, my cam's digital macro is the shizz, baby! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; By the way, this is the rose &lt;b&gt;I bought&lt;/b&gt; (for $2, when Wei Lin said it would cost $20 lol), and in the end stamped on it and took a black and white emo picture of it. Cool, huh? &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Sadly, blogger is shitting me by refusing to upload it, so I guess I'll try tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;***&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6.5"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#80FFFF&gt;OH MAH GAWD.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from town, and you won't believe how productive today's session of retail therapy was. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Firstly, I went by &lt;u&gt;myself&lt;/u&gt;, which actually isn't a bad thing, because I had full concentration on shopping. Naturally, that also spells danger. Since I was so focused on shopping, I overspent by &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#FF972F&gt;the hundreds&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, which really IS bad, because I could have used the money for other things &lt;s&gt;like giving it to the poor&lt;/s&gt;. Seriously though, it was completely absurd. But I'm happy nonetheless. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; I bought a pair of heels and a really cool embroided dress from Topshop which had skulls and flowers on it. Ain't that just the perfect match? Haha. The sales guy gave me a 20% discount for no apparent reason, but hey, I'm not complaining! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Then I bought two pairs of jeans from Miss Sixty, and two tops from Country Road. I walked around and bought some other stuff. I'm not going to tell you how much I spent altogether cause then you'll have the impression that I'm some rich bitch who uses money very loosely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you guys &lt;u&gt;will not&lt;/u&gt; believe what I did to revive the rose that Brandon gave me. I cut its stem at an angle, put in it water, and dropped a tablet of &lt;font size="5"&gt;panadol&lt;/font&gt; in. Seriously! Oh, and gave it lots and lots of love. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdMBM3Zw7oI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RAGRRwQsTLs/s1600-h/All+things+grow+with+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdMBM3Zw7oI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RAGRRwQsTLs/s400/All+things+grow+with+love.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031366529245048450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Okay, I'm retiring for the night. Valentine's Day has been heaps awesome. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Toodles! &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Here (In Your Arms) - Hellogoodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-6135462386557575005?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/6135462386557575005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=6135462386557575005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6135462386557575005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6135462386557575005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-3.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day! &lt;3'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdMA0nZw7mI/AAAAAAAAAF8/I2YsMP1v7mE/s72-c/mc+wings+meal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-1345883899019193551</id><published>2007-02-13T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:25:25.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mah goodness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font color=#FF729E&gt;Shove it, dammit!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm too bloody annoyed to do anything right now. Well, okay, I'm doing my Valentine's Day thingies which will really suck (sorry guys, I'm filled up for tonight), plus I'm got a trillion gazillion other things to do, like study for the stupid chemistry quiz and complete my report on &lt;i&gt;The Monkey's Paw&lt;/i&gt;, all by tomorrow. OH, and I just remembered — I stayed back after school today to complete my bloody art work, but in the ends just sat in the canteen to talked to my loves, then watched the soccer match between TK and Telok Kurau Sec. Of course, we beat them, 6-0. Okay, getting side-tracked here. Anyhow, Tomorrow I won't have a chance to do the art cause I have sailing. Ariel, you're a genius. Arrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened today which I shan't elaborate on. It's really bugging me. Part of it has to do with tomorrow, but it's probably the fact that I won't be spending it with anyone, not even my family, that's really getting to me. Sailing's right after school and ends at 6+. After that, I'll be sitting by the beach with a coconut and watching the beautiful sun set into a horizon full of bloody ships. How romantic, that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today just has to be the longest day of my life. Time passed so slowly. 20 seconds felt like 2 hours. Damn. English period was the worst of all. I swear, I felt like crying when that, um, &lt;i&gt;person&lt;/i&gt; (see, I'm being nice here) who calls herself an educated and certified teacher actually failed me. No one has ever failed my English in my entire life. Some people saw that I was upset and told me not to be, since a lot of people also failed. Let me tell you all now, &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#80FFFF&gt;Never ever say that kind of thing to me, because that would probably piss me off even more.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Simply because, my standard is higher than most of you guys'. I hope I don't sound like I'm bragging here. But when I don't get highest in class, or simply not get as good a grade as I usually do, I get upset, and that "encouragement" doesn't help me one bit. I mean just think about it for a second. If I can't score well for my best subject, when what's gonna happen to my other subjects? The ones I'm not particularly hot at — like &lt;u&gt;CHINESE&lt;/u&gt;? Yeah, so now you know. &lt;font color=#FFFF00&gt;But Hui Min's the best, she made me laugh and told me that being flunked by her wasn't even a big deal since her English sucks anyway.&lt;/font&gt; Awww. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the day got even longer, especially science. I'm finding chem really hard to understand, and I don't know why. Everyone else seems to get it. After school, Mark and some other guy taught me how to do the questions. They're such darlings, even though they lost their cool and said I had no hope, they still explained until I understood. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Mr Hydroxide didn't really help, cause he was helping Michelle and Eileen. I think Eileen is more worse off than me, cause she really doesn't get it at all. Add all that to her laggy-ness, and you get... Okay, you don't need to know. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; So at least that made me feel better. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately after I came home, I had tuition. The tuition teacher was already at my house so I rushed to get my stuff out. So the following 2 hours felt like 200 years. When it was over, I was so mentally tired, I swear I almost fainted. Call me lame, for all I care. Dinner followed that episode, and now I'm multi-tasking — making cute thingamajigs for my huns, memorising the list of cations and anions for the chem quiz tomorrow, typing out the Monkey's Paw report, and blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, today is like one of those days in one of em' Chinese Comprehensions where &lt;span style="background-color: #B3FF66"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;you missed the bus, got shat on by a dog, forgot your homework, forgot your money, fought with a friend, and missed the bus home again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Welcome To The Black Parade - My Chemical Romance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-1345883899019193551?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/1345883899019193551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=1345883899019193551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1345883899019193551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1345883899019193551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/mah-goodness.html' title='Mah goodness.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-7684518830892893364</id><published>2007-02-12T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:27.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iMac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdBxT7XY6kI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wAXtu9scVws/s1600-h/wallpaper+screenshot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RdBxT7XY6kI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wAXtu9scVws/s400/wallpaper+screenshot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030645370940090946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I rearranged everything out of boredom, and it turned out pretty nice. It's a little egocentric, but hey, this is me we're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; You Alone I Praise - NCC Worship Ministry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-7684518830892893364?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/7684518830892893364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=7684518830892893364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7684518830892893364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7684518830892893364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/imac.html' title='iMac'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RdBxT7XY6kI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wAXtu9scVws/s72-c/wallpaper+screenshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-1133270771357463667</id><published>2007-02-11T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:28.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again.</title><content type='html'>The sermon was good today. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Don't really feel like elaborating. You know what, Vic and I have an &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#FE709E&gt;N&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; each! How friggin' awesome is that. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; Anyway, here are some pictures that we took during service. Don't go suing me a'ight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rc6yLrXY6fI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NwlBa1hJ2w8/s1600-h/hellogoodbye!000.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rc6yLrXY6fI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NwlBa1hJ2w8/s400/hellogoodbye!000.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030153747508554226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rc6x-LXY6dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fvqU1UTXTPY/s1600-h/with+love+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rc6x-LXY6dI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fvqU1UTXTPY/s400/with+love+1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030153515580320210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rc6x4LXY6cI/AAAAAAAAADw/B71HjiRaR-c/s1600-h/i+miss+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rc6x4LXY6cI/AAAAAAAAADw/B71HjiRaR-c/s400/i+miss+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030153412501105090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rc622bXY6jI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QwMj5BJxHpg/s1600-h/Jiejie+DEAN!+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rc622bXY6jI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QwMj5BJxHpg/s200/Jiejie+DEAN!+1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030158879994473010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After service, I saw some of the MMs with their faces painted. Jiejie Dean's the best, I swear, even though he makes &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#FF9224&gt;orange&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; look really bad lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color=#63FFE7&gt;STYLE MAN.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my brother's puny friend are coming over soon and I have to put on a scary face. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; I Miss You - Blink 182&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-1133270771357463667?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/1133270771357463667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=1133270771357463667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1133270771357463667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1133270771357463667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/sermon-was-good-today.html' title='Here we go again.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Rc6yLrXY6fI/AAAAAAAAAEI/NwlBa1hJ2w8/s72-c/hellogoodbye!000.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-239931031514459420</id><published>2007-02-10T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:28.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww geez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rc1_K7XY6aI/AAAAAAAAADY/iwKC1BYe9Q8/s1600-h/pasar+malam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rc1_K7XY6aI/AAAAAAAAADY/iwKC1BYe9Q8/s400/pasar+malam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029816184553925026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color=#E94452&gt;I miss&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buying clothes, shoes, socks, and accessories at pasar malams with my grandparents, and not giving a damn about the brand, or how cheap, ugly, and unfashionable they were. Buying fishballs on sticks, bunches of bananas, and disgustingly oily papadum, and &lt;span style="background-color: #80FFFF"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;sitting by the road eating them&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was the best. &lt;br /&gt;But gramps is gone now, and grandma's mind is becoming more unstable everyday. I swear, I'd give anything to relive those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day is coming. 4 guys have asked me to go out with them and I said yes to every single one. Brilliant, aren't I? Not to mention that I have sailing until 6pm on Valentine's Day. Ariel, do yourself a favour and slap yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was watching X-Men Evolution on Cartoon Network with Sam when this thingamajig appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rc2brLXY6bI/AAAAAAAAADk/GYm3bNcN78o/s1600-h/picture+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rc2brLXY6bI/AAAAAAAAADk/GYm3bNcN78o/s400/picture+194.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029847524930283954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I swear it was so freaking funny — Sam and I had one helluva time laughing our asses off. I mean, it's so sad for NS guys to have names like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#FFFF7B&gt;Big Python?! &lt;font color=#FFA851&gt;Little Panda?!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; My dear Lord! If you're not laughing, you're probably a corpse. MWAHAHA. I don't know how these guys will ever live their names down. If you're a guy and haven't gone into NS yet, pray that you're platoon captain won't choose these kinds of names for you. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; But if, God forbid, you &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; get a name as hilarious as the ones above, TELL ME. I promise I'll try not to laugh. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/1480/icontvov1.gif"&gt; Sky High&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-239931031514459420?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/239931031514459420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=239931031514459420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/239931031514459420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/239931031514459420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/awww-geez.html' title='Awww geez!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Rc1_K7XY6aI/AAAAAAAAADY/iwKC1BYe9Q8/s72-c/pasar+malam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-5964130513365648609</id><published>2007-02-08T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T18:32:03.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alrighty</title><content type='html'>All my friends watch Hero, the new series on Star World, now. So I'll start. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Anyway, I added some stuff into my template, and now you can view it properly with Firefox. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, &lt;b&gt;today&lt;/b&gt;. Today was rather amusing. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; In the morning, I was telling Hui Min about Ryan's permanent name for me - Great, kind and pretty Ariel. Then she told me that I enjoy people boosting my ego, and we got into this fight about her not complimenting me enough. Which she should, since she's my husband. So in the end she got fed up and said, "I marry you is enough of a compliment cause I won't marry an ugly person." HAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the China people put something up for the school in the hall. Some dance performance. People from China are really interesting. I hope I'll be able to go. My momma's okay with it, just as long as I don't bring back some China guy. Pffft, yeah, like that would ever happen! How gross. HAH anyway. If I can't go, our group will probably break up and join other peoples'. Awww. The only sad thing is that I don't think Shenyang has any hot shopping spots. That would be a real shame, wouldn't it? I urgently need my dose of retail therapy now. I practically shrivel up inside everytime someone mentions town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after that was IT lesson, and since I didn't go for the previous lesson, I had a lot to catch up on. I almost finished my powerpoint template, but then the teacher got us to save it and move on to the poster. So now I have to go back next week to complete it. Tsk. Theo's template is freaking nice. I have no idea how he created such an awesome piece by himself. &lt;b&gt;WOWEE&lt;/b&gt;. So anyhow, he was searching for something in the D drive and he found an image made by our dear Leon Oh. Sadly, I didn't have my cam with me and my phone memory was full. Pity, because it said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;OMG WTF BBQ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FF0000&gt;leon-.blogspot.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear it was damn funny. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; I got Hui Min to see it and the three of us laughed like mad. Then I texted Leon and he replied something about &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt; creating it and how I was so sweet that he'll get diabetes lol. How incredibly retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess, nothing much. Chinese lesson, I got kicked out of class and was forced to do chao xie on the floor outside the classroom. Geez, Miss Toh was in a bad mood today. But, &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font size=#00DFDF&gt;I am still very proud to say that I finished copying the damn ke wen in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#AA55FF&gt;15 minutes flat.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; How freaking awesome is that? I was the first one to finish. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; I'm use to copying a lot in very little time, since last year I had to do it almost everyday, and had both my chinese textbooks completely written out. Cool, huh? Okay, I know it's not something I would be proud about but what the heck. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOHO! History lesson was a bore. Presentations after presentations. I'm not going to present someone else's work anymore, cause I really suck at that. And Jun Hui complained, so yeah, I was demoralised. Stupid, but shit happens. Blah blah, nothing much until after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Min had to stay back until 6, cause she quit dance and her dad doesn't know. We had remedial, right Hui Min? &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; Yeah. After that we completed all our homework, then we went to the canteen to stone. That was at around 4. I was waiting for Leon to come out, talk to him for a while then &lt;u&gt;go home&lt;/u&gt;. So at least Hui Min would have some kind of companion and not loner in school till 6. But Leon came out, called me to ask why I was still in school, hung up before I even answered, then went home. Yes, he did that omg. I hope you're feeling guilty now haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my mom called to say she'd pick me up at 4:25. In the mean time, Hui Min got bored so she started to text Theo and asked where his house was so that she could stalk him. This is what happens to people when they have a mental breakdown. Luckily for Hui Min, hers is temporary, if not I'd divorce her. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah, then my brother called my mom to tell her that Hockey practice was canceled. She hit the roof because he called like, 3 hours after he found out. So he got one helluva scolding, and I stood by and enjoyed. Hey, before you go off about how mean I am, compared to YOU, I'm a really nice person. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; That's all for today. &lt;span style="background-color: #FFA851"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;Yesterday's sailing training seriously sucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I don't even want to start on it and spoil my mood. When I came back to shore, I was red. But at least I didn't wear shades, so I didn't have a batman face. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; I swear, having that kind of weird thingamajig printed on you is not fun. No siree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Zoe Bananna's begging for her walk. Update another time. Toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Lord Of All - Hillsong London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5964130513365648609?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5964130513365648609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5964130513365648609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5964130513365648609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5964130513365648609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/alrighty.html' title='Alrighty'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-1830218368282156053</id><published>2007-02-06T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:28.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So fly.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Okay before I start on anything,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color=#AA55FF&gt;Happy birthday, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=#FFA6A6&gt;Ashhh&lt;/font&gt; &amp; &lt;font color=#FF952B&gt;Vic&lt;/font&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 102px; HEIGHT: 89px" height="9" src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif" width="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, okay. Let's begin.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rch9O5tFp_I/AAAAAAAAADM/2I6Ft3PHw6I/s1600-h/shauns+msn+convo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rch9O5tFp_I/AAAAAAAAADM/2I6Ft3PHw6I/s400/shauns+msn+convo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028406678920734706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Shaun's a darling.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rch5cZtFp9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YnOj6oJRrh0/s1600-h/ryans+msn+convo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/Rch5cZtFp9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/YnOj6oJRrh0/s320/ryans+msn+convo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028402512802457554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;So is Ryan.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys are so cute. They boosted my ego AND made me laugh when everyone else didn't have the time to bother. Although it probably means nothing to them, it means a lot to me. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Because I think my self esteem is hitting rock bottom, and I don't know why. I think it's uber gay to have to rely on what people say to make me feel good. It's like the most pathetic, desperate thing anyone is capable of. Awww man, it's so not fun being lame. I swear, I need God's love to fall afresh on me again. His love always causes my fear, self-consciousness, self-effort, and doubt to all just simply fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#AAFF55&gt;let's put the blame on puberty,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; shall we? Because I've got to blame someone or something and it can't be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Invisible - Clay Aiken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-1830218368282156053?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/1830218368282156053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=1830218368282156053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1830218368282156053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1830218368282156053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-fly.html' title='So fly.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/Rch9O5tFp_I/AAAAAAAAADM/2I6Ft3PHw6I/s72-c/shauns+msn+convo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-9008893129274492618</id><published>2007-02-05T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T18:39:36.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;font color=#FFFF7B&gt;I'm in a bad mood.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;x1000&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay firstly, I didn't complete my personal workspace which was &lt;span style="background-color: #FFFF7B"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;freaking due today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;, so I rushed to school early and what do I find? Michelle sitting at the table with her senior. So I joined them and by the time we went back to the classroom, it was like, already 7. So I rushed and panicked like some mad bitch and actually managed to complete most of it. I swear, the whole class must have thought I consumed too much cafine or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two periods later I had chinese lesson. Woah this lame shit. There was ting xie today which I DID study for, but still failed. I've failed the last two and now this one, so guess what? — Miss Toh called my momma. Isn't that just the best, to say the least? FUCK. So my mom called me at 3:15 and asked me why I was still in school. And, I mean, I stayed back for like, 45 minutes and she gets pissed off. Geez. And at that time, I was suppose to go to KFC with Hui Min, Eileen and Michelle. So obviously, I didn't go in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom freaking demanded that I go see Miss Toh and ask her for suggestions on how to learn ting xie in an effective way. So I went back to the canteen and told Taydoor. AND AND AND, {OMGWTF}, &lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color=#00DDDD&gt;he asked me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how I could have possibly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed all three times and told &lt;br /&gt;me to study more and longer &lt;br /&gt;next time.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; For those of you who don't know, &lt;span style="background-color: #FEA6A5"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;this coming from &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theodore Goh is really something.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fine, I went to see Miss Toh like my mom asked. Jas came with me cause everyone else pang seh. We tried reaching her from the stupid staffroom phone, which I think is seriously screwed cause the opertor kept on telling us that the party we had called was not avaliable. I swear it was damn pissing off. Then Jas had to go for dance, so I gave up and went back to the canteen. I sat at one of the tables by myself like some loner, and started to tear. I think I broke the gay record. How incredibly stupid. So anyway, then the soccer guys came and sat around me. When I got up and packed up, this sec 3 guy sat at my place. Then his friend was like, "Aye, people want to sit lah." So the guy was like, "Oh, sorry." then he got up and made the gesture for me to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hadn't been in such a bad mood, I would actually have laughed and talked to them. But no, I just told them I was going home, picked up my bag and left. This was followed by an echo of "bye"s. I got out of school, and actually caught Miss Toh outside trying to get a taxi. So I talked to her and she gave me some lame suggestions, which I won't bother to post here. Then jumped on a bus and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh, I swear I'm in a nasty mood now. You know what, my mom banned me from the computer &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; my laptop. How cruel can she get?! So, fine. FINE. She said that until she sees me getting at least a 55% for chinese, I can kiss goodbye to the internet. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#FF9E3E&gt;So what am I doing here, you ask.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Well she ain't at home right now so this is probably the last update for a &lt;s&gt;way too&lt;/s&gt; long time. Sucks balls, doesn't it just?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Ariel, it does. Oh shit, I just remembered — Math and Science Level Test tomorrow. Awww geez, here we go with the mugging again. Know what? I'm going to drown my sorrows in Ben &amp; Jerry's. See y'all. Hope at least you guys had a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; —&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-9008893129274492618?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/9008893129274492618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=9008893129274492618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/9008893129274492618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/9008893129274492618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/roar.html' title='Roar!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-3755533326370664165</id><published>2007-02-03T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:30.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TK Family Day.</title><content type='html'>Since Ariel isn't really in the mood to blog, she'll just post some pictures. Each one is supposedly worth a thousand &lt;s&gt;words&lt;/s&gt; dollars. It's sad my momma isn't in any one of them, cause then the picture would be worth 100 thousand dollars, and words. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSXcZtFp0I/AAAAAAAAABI/CRxId11ybbc/s1600-h/Picture+182+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027309598244448066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSXcZtFp0I/AAAAAAAAABI/CRxId11ybbc/s320/Picture+182+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Eileen, Astrid, Wei Lin, Hui Min, Ariel, Asha, Michelle, Sharmane. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSXmZtFp1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/6QmBc5MhskU/s1600-h/picture+184+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027309770043139922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSXmZtFp1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/6QmBc5MhskU/s320/picture+184+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;I can actually make Wei Lin not so tall. I should get a medal or something. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSXwZtFp2I/AAAAAAAAABY/ERoyMMeB9bo/s1600-h/picture+176+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027309941841831778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSXwZtFp2I/AAAAAAAAABY/ERoyMMeB9bo/s320/picture+176+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Asha and I! And two extra people who jumped out from God knows where. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSX45tFp3I/AAAAAAAAABg/DtliJeR1ts4/s1600-h/picture+181+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027310087870719858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSX45tFp3I/AAAAAAAAABg/DtliJeR1ts4/s320/picture+181+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;There was a hot guy, I swear. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSYHJtFp4I/AAAAAAAAABo/A5AFN1QgBP4/s1600-h/picture+187+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027310332683855746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSYHJtFp4I/AAAAAAAAABo/A5AFN1QgBP4/s320/picture+187+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Leon's da man! &lt;i&gt;He wishes.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSZQ5tFp5I/AAAAAAAAABw/aqkd5ss0GtI/s1600-h/picture+188+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027311599699208082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSZQ5tFp5I/AAAAAAAAABw/aqkd5ss0GtI/s320/picture+188+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Asha, Eileen, Hui Min, Michelle, Ariel. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSZ5ptFp7I/AAAAAAAAACA/aKHQQo6eh38/s1600-h/picture+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027312299778877362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSZ5ptFp7I/AAAAAAAAACA/aKHQQo6eh38/s320/picture+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Eileen's house, after we were let out. Taydoor thinks he's hot and Jet Goh flirts and fails. It's an insider thing. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSaFJtFp8I/AAAAAAAAACI/GDBXa2QEmX4/s1600-h/picture+178+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027312497347372994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSaFJtFp8I/AAAAAAAAACI/GDBXa2QEmX4/s320/picture+178+1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there's a full moon tonight so if you get attacked by a werewolf it's probably my brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, my darlings. I'll blog about DARE tomorrow, if I'm in the mood to. Oh BY THE WAY, to you DARE people who think I have a boyfriend because of whatever nonsense you've heard/infered/thought, &lt;b&gt;I don't alright&lt;/b&gt;. I mean like, I'm only 13. I have my whole entire life ahead of me, and I don't intend on sharing my teenage years with some wacko guy, whom, I probably will not even marry. I'm a selfish person, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; King Of Heaven - NCC Music Ministry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-3755533326370664165?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/3755533326370664165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=3755533326370664165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3755533326370664165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3755533326370664165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/tk-family-day.html' title='TK Family Day.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RcSXcZtFp0I/AAAAAAAAABI/CRxId11ybbc/s72-c/Picture+182+1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-4484818493507145470</id><published>2007-02-02T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:30.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture perfect day. &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color=#E94452&gt;&lt;font size="6.5"&gt;Today was DYAMM GOOOD.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay first of all, I was still sick today when I went to school. During English and Chinese period, my vomit went up my nose. Like, how gross is that? Yeah well, that was pretty much the only bad thing that happened today, so that's an improvement, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after school, I had my geography test. And get this: &lt;span style="background-color: #FFA6A6"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;I could do every single question omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Seriously, and I didn't even study for it! Shar on the other hand, studied like some mad cow and still didn't know how to do some questions. HAHA. So you see, you shouldn't study so hard for exams or your brain will dry up in the last minute. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif" /&gt; Wah-ho! Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the geog test, I went to join Hui Min, Eileen, Markie Barkie, Taydoor, Dean.. the usuals. Then we had lunch and talked about a hell lot of funny shit. I swear, you can never get bored around these bitches. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif" /&gt; Oh and you know what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color=#ff972f&gt;It's Markie Barkie's birthday today!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amazingly cute, adorable, charming, funny, "good-boy" &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #FF972F"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;ORANGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. Iexx lurbb euu worxx! Orhahaha. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; You won't find another guy like him on earth, you know. And he's 14 now! omg that's like OLD lol. Anyhow, you know what? I gave him an orange highlighter! Yeah babeh. And my dear lao gong gave him a real orange, even though it's not Chinese New Year yet HAHA. Oh man, Markie Barkie's so freaking blessed with friends like us. Yessir. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;You know what. I think Taydoor is becoming hunky.&lt;/font&gt; Hmmm.. just a thought. Okay, random moment over. Since he and Ee Sheen had NCC Land, Dean had choir, Justin ran off to God knows where, and Hui Min's momma called to get her to go home, Mark was stuck with Eileen and I. Oh how lucky can one get. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; Oh oh, WAIT! Before that, I'll post the pictures we took today. 2 only, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg Justin is so freaking adorable! And I look drugged. In &lt;u&gt;both&lt;/u&gt; pictures. How unsexy is that man. Eeeww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcMbp5tFpyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XnkfXG2TrL8/s1600-h/picture+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcMbp5tFpyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XnkfXG2TrL8/s320/picture+172.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026892015754127138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcMb25tFpzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uv7guoO3lcw/s1600-h/picture+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcMb25tFpzI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uv7guoO3lcw/s320/picture+171.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026892239092426546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Okay back to when Mark was stuck with Eileen and I. Actually all he did was play with our phones. Then Elbert and Josh came to join us. And for some strange reason, I became emo. Yeah, really. Don't you go calling me a spolier okay, sometimes these things just happen. Anyway, Elbert was bugging me to go to the PCCG room to play guitar. But since I haven't played in like, 5 months+, I probably suck at it now so that made me even &lt;font size="4"&gt;more emo&lt;/font&gt; and I went with Eileen to steps near the basketball court and emo-ed there. &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#E8E8F2&gt;We saw&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #AAFF55"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;b&gt;LEON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font color=#E8E8F2&gt;being a monkey.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; No description needed, please. Although he actually made me laugh a little lol. Anyhow, after a few minutes, Josh came and sat down next to me and told me not to emo and stuff. Think of happy things or something like that AHAHA. Um.. then blah blah blah. He went home shortly after that and so did Elbert, I think. Cause when I went back to the table he wasn't there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty. Here's when Markie Barkie became more alive and actually started talking and joking with Eileen and I. Oh right, and did you know that Eileen has this really &lt;s&gt;fat and ugly&lt;/s&gt; Junior, who is like, bigger than both of us put together?! OMG. Yeah really. And guess what — &lt;span style="background-color: #FFFF7B"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;he's proud of his weight and blubber.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know, I had the same reaction too! Gosh. Then he started showing us that he could carry Eileen's and my weight PUT TOGETHER. But who cares man, Mark can do it too. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Markie the Orange is the bestest! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.. we spent like, 2 hours plus just doing all that crap and talking rubbish. But it was so cool! And I don't know why. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; YOHO. At around 5, Eileen and I went home. We said BUHBYE to our dear Taydoor who laughed and called us siao. What a nice guy man, I'm so touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. I took 16 home as usual and when I reach Tung Ling Kindergarten, I saw these hot guys playing basketball next to it. Like, some sort of really small community center. So I got off at that stop to watch them, and OMG, &lt;span style="background-color: #B871FF"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I MANAGED TO GET THEIR NUMBERS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And they are sexy okay. WOWZA! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; So, I went home feeling very accomplished and thinking that today couldn't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong! When I got home, my momma gave me this really cute Juicy Couture tee that had &lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;font color=#00ECEC&gt;C'est La Juicy!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; in blue on the front. So hot. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! So today was AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME! And tomorrow is my honey's birthday. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; Having dinner with him at Vivo City. Yay, I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 84px; HEIGHT: 78px" height="51" src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif" width="59" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif" /&gt; Can't Break Through - Busted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-4484818493507145470?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/4484818493507145470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=4484818493507145470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4484818493507145470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4484818493507145470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/picture-this.html' title='Picture perfect day. &lt;3'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RcMbp5tFpyI/AAAAAAAAAAw/XnkfXG2TrL8/s72-c/picture+172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-5724098236211305748</id><published>2007-02-01T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:31.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh buggar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcFn-ZtFpxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/75oFyMCJLYA/s1600-h/MAC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RcFn-ZtFpxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/75oFyMCJLYA/s320/MAC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026412980871735058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #FFFF7B"&gt;&lt;font color=#000000&gt;My Mac is freaking lagging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; It took like, 10 minutes just to start up, and 2 minutes plus just to open Internet Explorer or Firefox. When I tried to open Microsoft Word, the whole thing hung and I had to restart it. Which wasted another 10 minutes or so. So altogether I wasted about 25 minutes just starting and restarting and opening browsers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm editing and printing out pictures for my personal workspace. Yeah, I'm re-doing it, since &lt;font size="4"&gt;I have nothing better to do.&lt;/font&gt; I texted Hui Min, Eileen and Hong You, asking them for the width and length of the table top, but none of them replied. Isn't that just dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm probably in a bad mood just because I'm sick and am &lt;font color=#FFA6A8&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;not allowed to even get out of the damn house.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; So bear with me. You wouldn't be very happy if you were stuck inside your room being able to do pretty much nothing, would you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; The Great Escape - Boys Like Girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5724098236211305748?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5724098236211305748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5724098236211305748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5724098236211305748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5724098236211305748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/02/tsk.html' title='Oh buggar.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RcFn-ZtFpxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/75oFyMCJLYA/s72-c/MAC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-7110574287455316480</id><published>2007-01-31T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T11:13:47.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some shit.</title><content type='html'>Okay, it's 11 AM right now and 2G is having Geography lesson, while I'm sitting on my bed, with my dog, typing this out. It's not that I pon okay, because today's the Geography Class Test/Sailing. I actually want to go sailing today. But, the muscles in left leg got pulled somehow during the night, so now I can't even walk properly, and I'm throwing up again. This morning I woke up at 1:47 AM and barfed all over the toilet floor. I had to wake my poor maid up to help me clean it up. Geez. Then I woke up again at 4+ and 5+ to puke. At 6 when I was suppose to get ready for school, I vomited AGAIN. So my mom told me not to go to school today. Not that I'm very happy about it. I want to see Hui Min with the hairstyle Eileen and I chose for her, and how black Taydoor has become! And now I have to wait until tomorrow. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoe Bananna's the best okay, really. Since this morning she's been sticking to me like glue. She wouldn't leave my side, you know. I'm like, the only one in the house now, besides her. My dad's in the Philippines on some business trip, my mom's gone to work, Sam's at school and my maid just left the house with Dan to take a bus to St. Hilda's Primary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, am I bored. I can't get up to play with Bananna cause of my leg and every now and then I feel like throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Jesus, You've already healed me&lt;/font size&gt;, and I'm not gonna stand for this shit anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; —&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-7110574287455316480?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/7110574287455316480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=7110574287455316480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7110574287455316480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7110574287455316480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/some-shit.html' title='Some shit.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-4547649447531405815</id><published>2007-01-27T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:08:31.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh lovely.</title><content type='html'>Ariel's in a good mood today. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Yep. I think I'm so stressed by this whole &lt;i&gt;streaming&lt;/i&gt; thing, that I don't feel stressed anymore lol. Leon told me that if I'm stressed now, when I go to Sec 4 I'll commit suicide. Gee, thanks for the encouragement man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway, I'm suppose to be practicing factorisation now, but I swear if I do another sum I will probably lose my mind. COMPLETELY. I've already done like, 50+ questions. How crazy is that? Rawr. And it's not that it's my parents' or school work. I'm doing it at my own free will omg. Oh yeah, I think my new year resolution of becoming a good girl is actually being fulfilled. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't really want to blog anymore. I think this whole blogging thing is getting really old and used. Ahhh, I don't wanna think anymore. It's just either I go watch TV and stuff myself with junk food and grow fat, or I sleep the whole afternoon away like some lazy pig. Hmmm, I like both ideas. I'll watch TV then hit the sack. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; And tonight, I'll complete all the other stupid factorisation questions. Oh, I'm such an angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here's a spastic picture of my Dad, my two brothers and I in Tasmania on the walk to Wineglass Bay. I'm completely aware of how hot my Armani shades are, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RbrdhrDigoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QLxqf4iJyF4/s1600-h/dan+sam+ariel+daddy+1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_79WvNLS4orw/RbrdhrDigoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QLxqf4iJyF4/s320/dan+sam+ariel+daddy+1-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024571904848200322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, one more thing! SAM GOT INTO HOCKEY! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Yeah, baby. Hockey is so sexy. I swear, I have the coolest family on earth. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Il Divo - Unbreak My Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-4547649447531405815?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/4547649447531405815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=4547649447531405815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4547649447531405815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4547649447531405815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/ariels-in-good-mood-today.html' title='Oh lovely.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_79WvNLS4orw/RbrdhrDigoI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QLxqf4iJyF4/s72-c/dan+sam+ariel+daddy+1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36424258.post-6521299376020888531</id><published>2007-01-26T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:50:22.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New URL</title><content type='html'>Just because. I'm sick of the old one, and this one sounds better anyway. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; I have a thing for alliteration. I asked Hui Min what she thought of it, and she said it was okay. So I'm using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, people, don't go telling the world about this URL. I'm not putting in the script prompt, because it will lag your computer, if you're using the new Internet Explorer. Yeah, I know that soon enough, everyone will find out about it anyway and re-link me. But just not yet. I still have some posts where I flame people, and I don't intend to delete them. So sue me, for all I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in case you were wondering — School. Thank God the stress is, most of the time, keeping my mind off the fucked up people, who's main purpose in life is to screw up everyone else's. Some people are such.. Oh GOD. Forget it, I don't even want to start, cause if I do, I'll probably be writing a novel. Ah well, at least I already have the best friends TK can offer. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; So I shan't waste my time thinking/talking about people who aren't even worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, if you haven't noticed, some of the pictures in my previous entries don't appear. I don't know what went wrong with &lt;a href="http://www.imageshack.us" target="_blank"&gt;imageshack&lt;/a&gt;, but let's just say I don't think I'm using that to host anymore of my pictures from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ending this entry here. If you want to find out what's been going on these past few days, go read &lt;a href="http://labouroflove-.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Hui Min's blog&lt;/a&gt; I don't really feel like blogging now. I'm going to eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food always makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Panic! At The Disco - But It's Better If You Do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-6521299376020888531?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/6521299376020888531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=6521299376020888531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6521299376020888531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/6521299376020888531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-url.html' title='New URL'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-945316156183874723</id><published>2007-01-24T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:35:23.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh.</title><content type='html'>Today I threw up like, 6 times. Super sian. I'm never consuming teh tarik, cha siew bao and egg sandwich at one go ever again. Really sucks. But I still managed to have fun lol. After recess, I wore my skirt and didn't tuck my shirt out at all. Then I wore my hairband and took off my 2nd earstud, and pulled my ankle socks as high as possible. And I actually walked around school like that for more than an hour! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; I think I'm like, the only girl in the cohort who can carry that look off without looking like a nerd. And maybe, just maybe, Hui Min too. Haha. So cool. I'm going to do this every Wednesday during Geography Period from now on. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. After school I was still barfing, so I didn't go sailing. Since I refused to go home, I just sat at the Sailing Center and looked at my friends rigging up their boats and what not. Unfair. I mean, would you just look at what I was missing out on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/9812/nsc119pr.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there I was, simply stoning. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/2761/stoner11re7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, since I found completely no point in just sitting around and doing nothing, guess what I did. I actually took out my Chinese vocab book and learnt my chinese spelling. First time I actually sat down and learnt it properly. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/8756/chinesevocabbook115qh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img215.imageshack.us/img215/7350/writing117fw.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I am such a good girl. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; LOL. Okay, um, that's pretty much all that happened today. In Jesus name, I am healed! Already healed and I'll be able to go to school tomorrow. Amen. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. It's really sad that in Singapore, you can never watch the sun set into a clear horizon. Booo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Vanessa Anne Hudgens - Come Back To Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-945316156183874723?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/945316156183874723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=945316156183874723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/945316156183874723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/945316156183874723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/argh.html' title='Argh.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-7842063725335965046</id><published>2007-01-22T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T18:40:01.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sar Shalom</title><content type='html'>On Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, things weren't looking great for me. It has nothing to do with anyone in particular. It just that, when I looked at my life and all the situations I was going through, I felt like a real hypocrite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like, I tell so many people about Jesus, and how awesome His love is. But when they look at my life, well, let's just say it doesn't glorify God. I felt that there was suppose to be a difference between a Christian's life and a non-Christian's life. But when I looked at mine, it seemed worse than my non-Christian friends' lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, all the friendship problems, my study skills, my family (I won't specify in this area), and overall, just the way I act. Like, I swear often, which I'm not very happy with myself for. So it's like, I didn't see God's love, favour, grace, and mercy in my life like I use to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further more, I'm deaconess Karen's daughter. For some reason, I feel pressured to act in a certain way, you know what I mean? Like, always be there for people, preach on how good our Jesus is and how much He loves us, that He would die for us again, that His love for us will never ever end, how precious and priceless we are to him, and how He can get us out of any situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason, this time I didn't know how God was going to help. Really! And I was really losing hope. I went for DARE on Saturday, and didn't enjoy myself like I usually do. Sunday service was the same. I was pretty much emo the whole weekend. I felt bad, hurt, angry, and I didn't feel God's love for me. I told God, "Daddy, what's up? I'm suppose to be reigning in life here, but, um, I'm NOT." And nothing really happened. So, I got pissed off. After that I didn't even feel like talking to God at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, it just so happened that on Sunday night, my parents played one of Pastor Prince's 2004 DVDs in the car. I wasn't really in the mood of listening to preaching, if you know what I mean. But I did, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sermon was about being at rest. HAVING PEACE.&lt;blockquote&gt;John 14:27&lt;br /&gt;New King James Version (NKJV)&lt;br /&gt;Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Pastor started on the value of praying on tongues. It lowers bloody pressure and boost your immune system from 30%-50%. By the way, no known medicine can even do that. Oh, then he went on to  2 Kings 4:8-23. To cut the story short, it's about the woman who's son whom God had promised her had just died, and she just put the boy's body on Elisha's bed, before going out to look for the man of God. She had so much peace and faith, see. okay look at this:&lt;blockquote&gt;22 Then she called to her husband, and said, "Please send me one of the young men and one of the donkeys, that I may run to the man of God and come back."&lt;br /&gt;23 So he said, "Why are you going to him today? It is neither the New Moon nor the Sabbath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And she said, &lt;u&gt;"It is well."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is well! My situation is well. My situations are well. And the moment I decided that my situations are well, they became well. Yes, they did. I just suddenly felt such a warmth, and God's love just poured over me anew. Then, I decided I'd pray in tongues today, and I did, quite a lot actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what — Today my teacher returned my Chinese summary and told me to write it on the board for everyone to copy. Oh, and some background information: I got F9 for every Chinese exam/test I had ever taken in Secondary school. And now my summary is used as a model piece! See how awesome God is?! It's called amazing, amazing, &lt;b&gt;AMAZING GRACE&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and this morning, I got caught my Mrs Tan for tucking out my shirt and wearing ankle socks. Last year, she yelled at me and got me to tuck in my shirt until the waist band showed, buy new TK socks, and stand in front for the whole school to see. This time, I told her that my ankle socks weren't really ankle socks. They were low socks and I could just pull them up. I was expecting a yelling or something, but you know what she did? She looked at me for a while, nodded and told me to go back to my class. &lt;b&gt;TALK ABOUT FAVOUR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. During the last period (Character Education), we read a story about this guy who was auctioning off a violin or something, for $1-$3. Then this guy came up and started to play it. He played a beautiful, soothing piece of music from the old violin. Then, the value of the violin suddenly shot up to $1000-$3000. What made the difference? The touch of the Master. You see, God's our Master and no matter how horrible we are, what idiosyncrasies and bad points we have, if God touches our lives, He'll make it beautiful. Then, we'll live to glorify His name. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. See, the power of praying in tongues. You guys should really try it. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; Just after praying in tongues a little today, God appeared so much in my school life. SO MUCH. Anyway, I know now my life &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; glorify God's name. People who know me well, know which areas I'm weak in or which areas just aren't my thing. But Jesus can MAKE them my thing and make me excel in it! Amen. And then, all my friends will know I have a real God, because without him, I would not be able to do it. A1 in Chinese! A1 for &lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; my subjects! &lt;b&gt;AMEN&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so overflowing with the joy of the Lord right now. I was disappointed that I wasn't made an MM in DARE, but that doesn't higher or lower my status with God. Jesus is so good. He would die for me again. His love for me will never ever end. I am so precious and priceless to Him. &lt;b&gt;He can get me out of any situation&lt;/b&gt;, I guarantee you that. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, thanks for being there for me, Shaun. Means a lot to me just knowing that. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img256.imageshack.us/img256/3192/shaunsmsnscreenshot1xq.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has a girlfriend, by the way, so don't think funny. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Don Moen - God Will Make A Way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-7842063725335965046?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/7842063725335965046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=7842063725335965046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7842063725335965046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7842063725335965046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-sar-shalom.html' title='My Sar Shalom'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-1272335128487216995</id><published>2007-01-19T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T11:38:29.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img111.imageshack.us/img111/3908/me2011gy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how your day was going just fine until some asswipes come along and spoil everything, isn't it? Look, I know it's MY choice to let them spoil my day. But sometimes, I just can't help getting super pissed off with despicable people. People who exaggerate, take what someone said out of context, or just plainly lie. I'm just really fed up. Okay, I know I shouldn't flame people here because everything I say can and most probably will be used against me (I won't mention names, don't worry). But sadly, I couldn't care less:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Eileen's dear Sec 3 friend should just fuck off, you hear me? Because you're causing a lot of trouble for us and yourself. You bad mouth her friends (which include me) and warn her not to tell anyone or she should watch out? Who the hell do you think you are? I know you enjoy socialising with Sec 1 girls. Or girls who have the maturity of a Sec 1. Because they are sad, unsuspecting prey for an asswipe like you. Well listen up. Eileen may be like that but she has friends who've got her back. And we are NOT like that. Trust me. I don't understand why Eileen still wants to hang out with such a complete idiot. But that's not my fault, so I'll just warn you: If you still want your arm to be connected to the rest of your body, I suggest you fuck off and go find someone else to bully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now YOU. You attention whore. I don't understand how someone your age can still act like that. I mean like, COME ON. Okay, I don't really have anything against you. I just don't really like your attitude, that's all. Okay, so maybe I don't have to right to say bad things about you since I hardly know you at all. I'm sorry, but from what I've seen, I think your brain is under-developed. It's not the rumours I've heard that makes me think that, but they way you ACT with your friends. If you don't want to sabotage yourself, grow up, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, your turn. You think you're so hot, when you're not. I'm sure you know your whole class despises you, don't you? You ought to know. And let me tell you, that picking fights with people is stupid. You will inevitably get more people against you. And you did that really, really stupid thing. Of all people, you want to pick on my big brother, AND on top of that, bad mouth him? Do you even like, have a brain?! Because if you do, you wouldn't have done that. My God, I didn't know someone was capable of such imbecility. Anyway, congratulations — You have successfully gotten more people to hate you! Now, I think you should really watch your back. Very, very closely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done, in case you were wondering. Now that I've said everything on my mind, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img201.imageshack.us/img201/1781/imsorryfe7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to let anyone take advantage or hurt of any of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY BEN &amp; JERRY'S. My brother, Sam, is just the sweetest thing! I can't believe he actually did this for me, since he knew I was really upset:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img209.imageshack.us/img209/8648/samserasers1jl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img223.imageshack.us/img223/6313/samserasers2ir5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used his country erasers to make these cute things. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Awww, I'm so touched. Thank you so much, Sam. I love you! &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Pussycat Dolls - Flirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-1272335128487216995?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/1272335128487216995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=1272335128487216995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1272335128487216995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1272335128487216995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/lets-get-down.html' title='Let&apos;s get down.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-69189203776096815</id><published>2007-01-17T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T19:07:37.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, meaning no Math and Chinese period! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; 2G had science, P.E., Geography and D&amp;T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our science teacher gave us this gay test on graphs, which, I did not complete. Sucks big time. Hui Min lent me her bendable ruler but I kinda forgot to lend her my stiff (?) one. So she got pissed at me and I got pissed at her for being angry when she, in the first place, didn't remind me to lend it to her. We were angry with each other for like, 10 minutes? Then we were alright again. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; So you see, even though we're like, really hot-tempered, we cool down really fast lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we had P.E.. Our ever so kind teacher made us run 6 rounds around the school (2.4 km). Isn't that just dandy. But you know, Sharmane and I are so good. We really did run the whole freaking 6 rounds and didn't stop once. Our timing was 12.40 minutes, which isn't that bad. Hui Min, Michelle, Eileen and Astrid didn't even complete the 6 rounds, I think. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during recess, &lt;s&gt;Michelle, Clarissa and&lt;/s&gt; I rushed through our D&amp;T project. We were comparing olden day water bottles and modern water bottles. An incredibly stupid subject, I know. You don't have to rub it in. Anyhow, I just wrote like, the materials used, good points, bad points and etc. Everything was pure common knowledge. I also added in a lot of (what I personally think are) redundant words, which made the whole essay thingy &lt;s&gt;better&lt;/s&gt; longer. And HEY HEY HEY — I managed to finish it before the D&amp;T lesson okay! So our group did not get a big fat 0 on the mark sheet. I am very proud of myself. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Oh and by the way, when I was rushing though the writing, I received a text message from Shaun. Thinking it was at least minorly important, I decided to actually take some time to read it. The message read: &lt;i&gt;Ayee... Your dam fat lah.&lt;/i&gt; Yes, really. Stupid faggot. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AANYHOW, the next period was Geography. My dear Michelle Goh sabotaged me and got me to be Geog Rep. Joy. So anyway, the teacher came in, taught a little and blah blah. She ended with how disappointed and unhappy she was with our conduct. It's like 1G`06 all over again lol. Oh and guess what. The Geog homework is to decorate the cover of our Geog notebooks. What a complete waste of time man. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then.. D&amp;T! Okay, to be honest, I can't say I love D&amp;T. Our teacher is &lt;s&gt;kinda&lt;/s&gt; really boring. I mean like, she just talks and talks and talks and talks and talks. Damn. And, she uses an OHP, while the other half of the class' teacher uses a slide show on her laptop. What's up with that? Urgh. And, she punishes people who did not bring/do/lost their homework by getting them to ask their parents to write an excuse letter for them, and give that and the homework to her by tomorrow morning. Sheesh, talk about uptight. But, thank God, I am not one of those people. I think this year I'm going to do ALL her homework. In Jesus name, that's possible. Amen. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After D&amp;T was assembly which was kinda boring. I don't really remember what Mr Koh said haha. After that 1 hour of boredom, &lt;b&gt;SAILING&lt;/b&gt;! The first sailing of the year. Not really very much to tell though. TK's got a new coach. Yay. The only thingS that really spoilt today's training were these certain guys (whom I will not care to name, number 1 - because it's so enemy making, and number 2 - because I don't want to burn my fingers or cause my laptop to hang). They kept on calling me.. different, rather disturbing names. They are not only an embarrassment to TK, but also an embarrassment to sailors. We are not all like that okay. Yes, we can be very crude at time but we are not as childish and immature as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo-hoo! Yes well that was my today. My yayified Wednesday. Now I'm going to red Chapter 15 of my Chinese Textbook so I won't die tomorrow. Help me with Chinese, Jesus! &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I think I want to further my studies one day in New York. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/1480/icontvov1.gif"&gt; That's So Raven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-69189203776096815?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/69189203776096815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=69189203776096815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/69189203776096815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/69189203776096815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-is-wednesday.html' title='Today is Wednesday.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-2298882423055966566</id><published>2007-01-16T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:58:18.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/1007/arielweilinashamich12wk1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 2G, and all my babes in it. It took me this long to realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Hillsong United - Am I To Believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-2298882423055966566?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/2298882423055966566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=2298882423055966566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2298882423055966566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2298882423055966566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/reflection.html' title='Reflection.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-2705483635249768081</id><published>2007-01-15T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:41:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2G`07's own CAMWHORES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; This is what I'll miss when I go to Sec 3 next year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img166.imageshack.us/img166/999/michhuiminshararieleilejp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/5985/sexybitches11dh6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/3325/huimineileenarielsharmimk0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/7495/guaikias11sm2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img236.imageshack.us/img236/1835/huiminarieleileenmich11ha8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/7844/micheileenshararielhuimxk0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not perfect, but we're so close, it freaks me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Brian Littrell - Over My Head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-2705483635249768081?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/2705483635249768081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=2705483635249768081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2705483635249768081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2705483635249768081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/2g07s-own-camwhores.html' title='2G`07&apos;s own CAMWHORES.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-8920446883716870562</id><published>2007-01-14T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:38:10.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Sam's Pet Shop (!!!) omg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img174.imageshack.us/img174/3636/samariel2012rn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Zachary Tan, &lt;i&gt;UNGLAM MOMENT&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Hillsong United - My God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-8920446883716870562?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/8920446883716870562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=8920446883716870562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/8920446883716870562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/8920446883716870562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/at-sams-pet-shop-omg.html' title='At Sam&apos;s Pet Shop (!!!) omg.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-320719333686809106</id><published>2007-01-13T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T19:32:57.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry.</title><content type='html'>I don't think my best friend, whom we shall call &lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt;, is my best friend anymore. We're drifting. Either I've changed or she has or we're just outgrowing each other. It's like, whenever she talks to me she sounds pissed off. Like she doesn't even &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to talk to me. She's talking to someone else (whom we'll call &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;) a lot more now, and &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt; tells her stuff and what not. &lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt; doesn't tell me much now, when she use to tell me everything. They make arrangements, and I get to know about it from &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt; instead of &lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt;. And please don't get me wrong; I'm not angry with either &lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;, okay, please. I'm really not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just.. I wish it had never come to this. I know that when &lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt; read this they'll be like, "What the hell". I don't blame them. This is just the way I feel. They probably feel completely different about this and think that I'm being fucking paranoid, which I probably am, and it probably isn't what's really going on. Probably I'm too controlling. I'm so sorry for being like this. But this is just the fucking way I feel. Like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when an older brother would come in really handy. He would not only give me advice, but he also wouldn't tell a soul. God, if YOU don't want to give me an older brother, then YOU handle this sucky situation. Cause I'm at the end of my line. YOU better help me cause YOU Yourself said &lt;b&gt;You love me&lt;/b&gt;. And I believe that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Hillsong United - Father, I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-320719333686809106?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/320719333686809106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=320719333686809106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/320719333686809106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/320719333686809106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sorry-mel.html' title='I&apos;m sorry.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-8913311298143992941</id><published>2007-01-13T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:47:06.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pitter-patter.</title><content type='html'>Let's look at this random conversation, shall we? &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/8118/msnscreenshotea9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; That was for the sake of engaging you into this entry. Let's begin lol:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining a hell lot these past few days, hasn't it? And the temperature's dropped too. It'd been like, 24 degrees in the classroom. But it was a nice change, I guess. Wei Lin was suppose to take a picture of Astrid dear and I at the rotunda, including the rain that slipped down the roof, um, thingy. Sadly, she didn't include the rain. But the picture still turned out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img295.imageshack.us/img295/2345/astridariel12gs9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img470.imageshack.us/img470/9471/screenshotmsnff9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. That was the conversation Hui Min, Theodore and I had about the picture. But let me make a correction: Hui Min doesn't have panda eyes, she has eyebags. Some people think that they're very in right now, God knows why. ANYWAY. &lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I have super un-sexy panda eyes in the picture, Astrid and I both look good. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Especially Astrid. I should post a picture of her at the beginning of last year, then you'll &lt;u&gt;really&lt;/u&gt; understand. LOL. Okay, I'm being quite mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! By the way, my parents have decided to give me a raise in my allowance, although it can never beat Erle's. He gets like, $70 a week or something. But no matter, I'm still happy. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Speaking of Erle, Darryl, him and I went out for lunch yesterday at Parkway right after school. Stupid arses, refused to buy an umbrella for me and come save me from the rain. I already reminded them that I had been wearing a WHITE blouse. But they obviously didn't care. So, to save my ego from being wounded, I actually did run in the stupid untimely rain and got soaked to the bone. When I finally met them, they were completely dry, and LAUGHING AT ME, especially Darryl Chua, that mean faggot. Thank God I'm such a forgiving person. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, we all went to Mos Burger to eat. I went to the toilet to dry myself off. When I came back, Darryl had bought me clam soup, which, unexpectantly, turned out to be nice. THANKS DARRYL. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Then I took out my lit notes and started to read them. The guys were like, "You're crazy you know. Who studies?" Well, I DO. Because God has placed a desire to study in me, and I'm very glad for that, considering that it's my streaming year. HAHA. Anyhow, at around 2.30, we left Mos Burger. Erle offered to buy me a umbrella, but they didn't have the small ones. So he lent me money to take a taxi. THANKS ERLE. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah, so that was pretty much my yesterday. Last night, I totally couldn't sleep. Know what? I want an older brother. Say, 1 or 2 years older than me. I don't need an older sister, since I have my mom, who pretty much does the job of that. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; But I think having an older brother would be awesome. We'd talk and talk and be real tight. AND, he can go through stuff before I do and tell me what to expect. Like going into Secondary school and what not. It'd be so cool. Of course, I can treat my guy friends as older brothers and be tight with them, but then there's always the stupid gay chance that things will spread about us, or we'd start liking each other, or we'd get jealous of each others' dates or some shit like that. Sheesh. It wouldn't be that way if I had an older brother. We'd be super close and no one would think twice about it. AND, instead of staying up at night thinking about life and how much I miss my grandpa, I could talk to him and we'd talk all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. God, why didn't you give me an older brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Delirious? - Did You Feel The Mountains Tremble&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-8913311298143992941?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/8913311298143992941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=8913311298143992941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/8913311298143992941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/8913311298143992941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/pitter-patter.html' title='Pitter-patter.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-4461101121395592686</id><published>2007-01-10T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:09:48.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ariel's sick of bitching.</title><content type='html'>I am so sick of bitching about people behind their backs. Gossiping is for low-life losers who need to put people down to make themselves look good/big. It's freaking gay. And I've been doing that like, pretty much everyday. And after that I don't feel any better. I may have released some anger but after that it just gets worse. Not only that, but I hurt the people I actually love. Of course they made me mad and all, but AHH. I still shouldn't gossip about them. I wanna be a &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;bigger person&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;. I don't exactly like myself now and what I've become. But you know what?&lt;blockquote&gt;Romans 8:1 says &lt;br /&gt;There is therefore now &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;no condemnation&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; to those who are in &lt;u&gt;Christ Jesus&lt;/u&gt;, who do not walk according to the flesh, but according to the Spirit.&lt;/blockquote&gt;And Daddy God, You be my self-control, You be my compassion for the the people whom I feel like bitching about. Also be my FAVOUR. In Jesus name, amen. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Hillsong United - Unify&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-4461101121395592686?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/4461101121395592686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=4461101121395592686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4461101121395592686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4461101121395592686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/ariels-sick-of-bitching.html' title='Ariel&apos;s sick of bitching.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-5140848633382254574</id><published>2007-01-09T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:13:38.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Streaming to Sec 3.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to aim for triple science, double math. Even though it's obviously not my bent. Since I'm getting all A1s this year (in Jesus name, AMEN), I definitely can qualify. Despite the fact that my Science teacher said that I have to get 80%-85% and above for Science to get in, I'll still be able to make it. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm more of like, an Arts student. I want to take Lit and Geog. What's so good about Math and Science, anyway? The teachers make it sound like your success depends on how well you do in those subjects, which is totally untrue. And anyway, 3A isn't the best class. It's just a class for people who have the Math and Science bent. I'm sure Sharmane wants to go there. Hui Min, like me, doesn't want to go there. But, she'd choose Hist over Geog. And Michelle and Eileen. Hmmm, I'm not sure what they want to take lol. And Mark, well, he just wants to get into either 3B or 3C. He doesn't really care what subjects he'll take. Imbecile. *shakes head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, God is always good, and I'll end up in a good class no matter what. So, I don't have to worry. Praise Jesus. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Note: &lt;i&gt;Nobody's perfect until you fall in love with them, and nobody's the living incarnation of pure elemental evil until they break up with you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Planetshakers - See You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5140848633382254574?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5140848633382254574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5140848633382254574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5140848633382254574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5140848633382254574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/streaming-to-sec-3.html' title='Streaming to Sec 3.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-1753952871720235724</id><published>2007-01-07T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:00:40.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CCA recruitment. DARE.</title><content type='html'>CCA recruitment was unexpectantly fun. Marketing sailing is a really tough job okay, especially to Singaporean parents. But, once they hear the word &lt;I&gt;FREE&lt;/I&gt;, they're all ears. LOL. Really had a good time. And DARE WAS AWESOME. Jesus told me that 2007 will be twice as good as 2006 should have been for me. A1s all the way! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; Amen. Oh and Zach came, which is like wow. haha. And guess what. I saw many guys looking at my bicycle burn with envy. Wounds like that are like, trophies. How cool is that? &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; And my mom is giving me $2 for not making a fuss over it. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was feeling emo so I created this layout that I'll most probably never use.&lt;br /&gt;Not because it's emo, but because I look fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img136.imageshack.us/img136/7088/wauver1411jn8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I'm keeping long hair again. Thanks to Shaun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Hillsong United - Free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-1753952871720235724?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/1753952871720235724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=1753952871720235724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1753952871720235724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/1753952871720235724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/cca-recruitment-was-unexpectantly-fun.html' title='CCA recruitment. DARE.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-5960197313847190094</id><published>2007-01-05T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T19:07:04.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day.</title><content type='html'>The title has nothing to do with Daniel Powter's gay song.&lt;br /&gt;Today seriously sucked.&lt;br /&gt;My leg got fucking burnt by a bicycle tyre.&lt;br /&gt;I think Leon's gonna be an astronaut one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys should be wiped off the face of this earth.&lt;br /&gt;They're only good for one thing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Eye candy, and that's only the hot ones.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise they all cause massive trouble.&lt;br /&gt;That fuck people's lives up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I'm being a sexist now.&lt;br /&gt;Really, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate having my period.&lt;br /&gt;It's so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never had to have it again.&lt;br /&gt;EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being a cow wouldn't be bad.&lt;br /&gt;Cows are cool.&lt;br /&gt;And they MOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna emo the whole of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll even wear eyeliner to school.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I get caught. NYAH NYAH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go goth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNNBCCBOMGOMFGWTHWTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a totally &lt;s&gt;un&lt;/s&gt;related note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/4827/screenshotmsnwo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's after I bitched myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;Life can really be a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Nelly Furtado - Say It Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5960197313847190094?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5960197313847190094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5960197313847190094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5960197313847190094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5960197313847190094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-7365712079898278163</id><published>2007-01-03T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T15:40:26.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2G`07</title><content type='html'>Well, my plan to pon school failed because I didn't have any Mars Bars. Sheesh. But I'm really glad I went to school today. It's great not being the youngest. My class, &lt;a href="http://sexyhunky2g.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;2G`07&lt;/a&gt;, is the shizz! Totally. My form teacher, Ms, Toh is so much better than Mr Ngoi. Well, anyone is, but still. And I didn't realise how much I've missed the canteen food until I ate it again. Ohmygosh, the chicken rice is superb. And I'VE FCKING MISSED MY FRIENDS — Hui Min, Eileen, Sharmane, Michelle. And and and. Almost everyone in class changed their hairstyle. And we all had a good laugh at the new Sec 1s. Their skirts are like uber long and they tuck in their blouses a lot. YUCK. Oh, we’re evil. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Haha.  But you know what? They’re &lt;u&gt;academically&lt;/u&gt; intelligent. Now my school's tee score is 242. We beat TKG, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, that's what my day was. Awesome. I love school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/1480/icontvov1.gif"&gt; MTV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-7365712079898278163?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/7365712079898278163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=7365712079898278163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7365712079898278163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7365712079898278163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/2g07.html' title='2G`07'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-7015259317384111002</id><published>2007-01-02T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:38:54.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new?</title><content type='html'>Well, the blogskin. I was so bored on New Year's day that I created it. I honestly couldn't think of anything else to do. Anyway, I put in the script prompt because I've decided to make this blog private. I know you're rolling your eyes now and thinking &lt;i&gt;DUH?!&lt;/i&gt;. But seriously, it's because some people have and may continue to take offence to what I publish here and stuff. So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's starting tomorrow. Time really flies, huh? Now I can look at the sec 1s and think... okay, you don't need to know. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO, this is the last day of the holidays. I'm sure some teachers are as mournful as I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I can't waste my last non-school day. I'm going to sit in front of the tv with lots and lots of snacks until dinner time. After that I'm going to eat 4 Mars bars without drinking any water. Most probably, I'll have fever tomorrow. Then I won't need to go to school. So I'll spend tomorrow and the days that follow doing the same thing until I feel I'm emotionally prepared to go back to &lt;s&gt;hell&lt;/s&gt; school. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Nelly Furtado - Promiscuous Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-7015259317384111002?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/7015259317384111002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=7015259317384111002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7015259317384111002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7015259317384111002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-blogskin.html' title='What&apos;s new?'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-9087988772472686583</id><published>2006-12-31T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:40:21.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2-'Double-O-7'</title><content type='html'>2007. The spark of new beginnings. LOL.&lt;blockquote&gt;Thank You, Daddy, for 2006. &lt;br /&gt;It's been an awesome year. I've made new friends and grown a lot physically, emotionally and spiritually in You. 2006 really was a year of acceleration and dreams being fulfilled. And 2007's going to be even better. Each year keeps on getting better because You love me. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jesus. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I edited my friendster profile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img308.imageshack.us/img308/2244/screenshotfriendsterpz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Hillsong - Yours is the Kingdom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-9087988772472686583?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/9087988772472686583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=9087988772472686583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/9087988772472686583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/9087988772472686583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2006/12/2-double-o-7.html' title='2-&apos;Double-O-7&apos;'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-5246314034527794188</id><published>2006-12-30T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T22:15:40.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore Swimming Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/84/ssc06ke7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... was da bom yo! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best gifts are people. How true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel, Cress, Tess, Arielle, Shaun, Darryl, Gerard, Dean, Nigell;&lt;br /&gt;these friends, are forever. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Lord of All - Hillsong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5246314034527794188?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5246314034527794188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5246314034527794188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5246314034527794188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5246314034527794188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2006/12/singapore-swimming-club.html' title='Singapore Swimming Club'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-3851168709332810940</id><published>2006-12-25T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T16:28:33.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's finally CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>Daddy God, thanks for giving me the best gift ever — Jesus. He's the reason for the season. Christmas, is all about CHRIST. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img345.imageshack.us/img345/4084/merrychristmaseveryonenu4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Mandy Moore - Walking in a Winter Wonderland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-3851168709332810940?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/3851168709332810940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=3851168709332810940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3851168709332810940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3851168709332810940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-everyone.html' title='It&apos;s finally CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-4949981702283848087</id><published>2006-12-23T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T15:02:32.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Aussie land.</title><content type='html'>Yes, finally. I took 437 photos and since I'm feeling a bit lazy today, I'm not going to post all of them up nor am I going to go through the whole lot and choose a few. Anyway, cutting a long story short, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tasmania = damn cold weather + expensive food + breath-taking mountains + clear blue skies + beautiful beaches + cosy cottages + funky farms + huge kangaroos + adorable wallabies + shy pademelons + annoying possums + stupid sheep + bloody snakes + cute tassie devils + horses with attitudes + skittish deer + cuddly koalas + smelly penguins + noisy dolphins + fat seals + vicious seagulls + a hell lot of irritating insects + hot guys + really friendly people + quad bikes + jeeps + dirt tracks + lots and lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tassie's the shizz. Totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Avril Lavigne - Anything But Ordinary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-4949981702283848087?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/4949981702283848087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=4949981702283848087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4949981702283848087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/4949981702283848087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-aussie-land.html' title='Back from Aussie land.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-7670117661968947909</id><published>2006-12-10T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T14:36:01.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tasmania!</title><content type='html'>I'm off! Don't miss me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Hillsong - None But Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-7670117661968947909?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/7670117661968947909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=7670117661968947909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7670117661968947909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/7670117661968947909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2006/12/tasmania.html' title='Tasmania!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-2363162335130179265</id><published>2006-12-09T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:12:45.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Cressebella Lau.</title><content type='html'>Sweetie, it's okay. I know sometimes things don't always work out the way you want them to and a happy ending seems very far away. But hun, Jesus is always here for you and so am I. We both love love love love love you. Don't cry anymore. It's really not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; Cheer up, babe. You know your FAMILY is always behind you, supporting you. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; ——&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-2363162335130179265?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/2363162335130179265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=2363162335130179265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2363162335130179265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/2363162335130179265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2006/12/to-cressebella-lau.html' title='To Cressebella Lau.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-3631993980848001820</id><published>2006-12-09T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T14:39:45.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from E.J. Camp 2.</title><content type='html'>I came back yesterday from the best camp ever. Jesus was there every moment of everyday I spent at Guoman Hotel Port Dickson. I experienced God's everlasting great love for me, made new friends, and had more fun than I had the whole year, especially during the last night. DARE EXPRESS. Everything was so powerpacked, cool and exciting that.. I forgot to take pictures. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I enjoyed myself there so much that strangely, I don't find it that big a deal. E.J. Camp 2 was life-changing. I think I've really grown during this camp. God has spoken to and taught me so many things. And what Pastor Dan said is true — God is really just preparing me to do great and mighty works for Him. And I honestly can't wait. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During DG timeout, Lynn told Aikos 1 that whatever happens at camp is sealed. It's not like Camp is the only place where God is and is felt. It's not like after camp we go back home and everything goes back to the way it was. I really believe that after this camp things are going to change and get better and better. DARE youths don't just live from Camp to Camp. We see Jesus in our lives everyday and really experience His love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm going to practise and be so much more aware of my Daddy God's awesome love for me. People around me will be able to see what God has done for me in this camp. I simply live to glorify His name.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;center&gt;I stand with arms high&lt;br /&gt;And heart abandoned&lt;br /&gt;In awe of the One &lt;br /&gt;Who gave it all&lt;br /&gt;I stand my soul &lt;br /&gt;Lord to you surrendered&lt;br /&gt;All I am is Yours&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; NCC - King of Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-3631993980848001820?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/3631993980848001820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=3631993980848001820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3631993980848001820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3631993980848001820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-camp.html' title='Back from E.J. Camp 2.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-3827279244684046093</id><published>2006-12-02T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T22:04:12.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your style, my style, SUPERSTYLE.</title><content type='html'>Wow. It was really something else man. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; The Gems' dress code was street funk, and DARE's was glam. Mel wore this white &lt;s&gt;rag&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;cloth&lt;/s&gt; dress/gown thingy that made her look like she was going to get married. Arielle wore a black top and black skirt, I think. She looked like some rockstar. HAHA. Oh and Victoria Tan. My my. She looked like she was wearing a nice beach towel. LOL. Pierson looked damn hot and Dean looked really cute. Sadly, they seldom look that good. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; I wore a short white dress, a belt, a choker, and boots. Pierson said I looked like a lounge singer and Dean said I looked like Puss in Boots. Both observations are far from the truth. Anyhow, everyone had a blast. Pastor Dan preached on &lt;i&gt;Right Place Right Time&lt;/i&gt;, and I really believe that my friends will get saved because of that. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt; After the preaching there was serious jumping while we sang praises. I think I've done sufficient exercise for a year. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Camp's on Monday. Whoohoo. &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Hillsong - Stronger Than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-3827279244684046093?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/3827279244684046093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=3827279244684046093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3827279244684046093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3827279244684046093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2006/12/your-style-my-style-superstyle.html' title='Your style, my style, SUPERSTYLE.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-5918775347034031406</id><published>2006-11-28T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:20:30.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOWZA!</title><content type='html'>Last night I fell asleep at 5+ and woke up at 1+ this afternoon. I made Sam cry cause I didn't want to get out of his room. Then I went shopping with my mom and bought the clothes and accessories for the finale night at camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Fergie - Fergalicious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5918775347034031406?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5918775347034031406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5918775347034031406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5918775347034031406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5918775347034031406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2006/11/wowza.html' title='WOWZA!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-3970587569527333356</id><published>2006-11-27T12:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T14:54:23.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img139.imageshack.us/img139/9324/betterthanlifeul3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week to E.J. Camp 2! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif"&gt; For me, that is, because I'm leaving with my mom on the 4th of Dec instead of the 5th with everyone else. How awesome is that man. &lt;img src="http://img118.imageshack.us/img118/693/iconwinkye1.gif"&gt; Guess what. For the finale night, Aikos 1 is dressing up as Grease, and I'm the representative. So I'm going to need lots and lots of help dressing up RETRO to look the best out of my whole group (which actually isn't that extraordinary a feat). Oh God, it's hard to not look frumpy dressing like the girls in Grease. Eeeww. Anyhow, camp ends on the 8th. I'll spend the 9th at home, and I'll be leaving for Tasmania on the 10th. Will be back on the 22nd. When I come back, I'll probably spend the last few days (except maybe christmas) mourning before school starts again. A whole new year, only this time I'll have streaming, and I won't slack so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Anyway, today I was suppose to go out with Victoria to Parkway but she backed out &lt;s&gt;again&lt;/s&gt; because of some problems she had at home. It's not that I don't understand that you're going through a lot, Vic, and that it's hard for you. But I also made plans and when you back out last minute it really makes a mess. I have a life too, you know. Okay, no matter. Just try not to do this kind of thing anymore, okay, please. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I almost forgot. This coming Saturday is D.A.R.E. SUPERSTAR! Sexy. I've already planned what I'm going to wear and all. And no, it's not going to be a dress, like all my friends (even Victoria) are wearing. Let's just say.. LEATHER. Yeah, you can guess. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt; I can't believe all the guys are wearing suits. I think the coaches gave them the idea that we're suppose to dress Academy Awards style, when we're not. Ah well, there's going to be a best dress thing, and my mom is going to be one of the judges. Meaning I won't win. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Hillsong - Lord Of All&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-3970587569527333356?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/3970587569527333356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=3970587569527333356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3970587569527333356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3970587569527333356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-more-week.html' title='One more week.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-3663817638325081312</id><published>2006-11-26T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T15:18:38.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillsong United Concert!</title><content type='html'>OMG OMG OMG. OHMYGOD, HE'S SO GOOD! &lt;img src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hillsong United Concert was awesome. I came home with a sore throat and perspiring like mad. But it was so worth it. Everyone who missed it SERIOUSLY missed out. Anyway, I &lt;s&gt;sat&lt;/s&gt; stood with Mel, Arielle, Vic, Krys, Tiff, Cress, Cassie, Gerard, Jon Seow, King Aloysius, Darryl and some others. Don't remember. Everyone was jumping like crazy and having the time of their life. &lt;img src="http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/8201/iconsmilekb0.gif" /&gt; Thank God. Cause without Him it wouldn't have been possible. It was the best concert I have ever been to in my life, cause I could literally feel God presence moving around the audi. Awesome. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here are the pictures I took (all after the concert, of course):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img179.imageshack.us/img179/6516/arielleariel115lm7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arielle and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4100/melariel115pq9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img133.imageshack.us/img133/6907/arielnickdean15oi3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Nick and my Jiejie Dean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/2773/deangerardshaunariel15hg7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my &lt;s&gt;girls&lt;/s&gt; guys: Dean, Gerard and Shaun. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/6633/alynariel15hy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alyn Princess and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img134.imageshack.us/img134/4188/arielariel15oc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel and I. HOW COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img149.imageshack.us/img149/5545/arieldean15yo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard's the disgustingly tall person who took this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img243.imageshack.us/img243/8355/krysariel15gp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krys and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img152.imageshack.us/img152/2002/marlonariel15qc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The octopus/salad boy and I. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH. Thank You, Jesus, for giving us all such a great time yesterday. You're the best. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif" /&gt; Hillsong United - All Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-3663817638325081312?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/3663817638325081312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=3663817638325081312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3663817638325081312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/3663817638325081312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2006/11/hillsong-united-concert.html' title='Hillsong United Concert!'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-5575072055179305986</id><published>2006-11-24T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:36:43.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marlon's mentally unstable.</title><content type='html'>AND NOW I HAVE PROOF:&lt;blockquote&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;is that my octopus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;will you protect my octopus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i think you can't have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;I don't like imaginary octopuses. With the 888 arms and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;eeeww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;octopus' have no arms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;limbs then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;they have a rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;a RICE/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;why not a noodle?   I think you need counselling or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;why would i need counselling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i have a fish already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;okay fine! then you need a Rhino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;how about a sheriff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;No, I think a sheriff's a little too big. The best is a Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i think you are crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;oh my jesus you need a timeout young fella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;go to your cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;Speak for yourself, octopus boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i am noth cray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;No, you are Wolverine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i am super man. i know it. i can feel my spidersense tingling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;okay i get it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;you are completely nuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;knock some sense into that noggin Ariel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;and you might need abit more information on that bear safety, yes sir ee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;ARIEL is completely nuts?! Do you have short term memory or something, John Travolta?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;I dont need bear safety! cause im not the one who's gonna be eaten up by one, little red riding hood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;NIEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;dont poke the bear with the birthday party hat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;STOP THAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;Says the guy who just shot the poor bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;you shouldnt have gotten so phoned up about the ear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;now the pony police is going to kill you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;im sorry but im of no use anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;Marlon Ingle, or whatever your REAL name is, you should go to one of the coaches for counselling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;are you mr. cloud?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;oh btw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;ohmygod. How can you mistake Buttercup for mr. cloud, you fiend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;your mail is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;i do not get mail! i dont even have a mail box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;mr. cloud has mail all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;uses alot of electricity watching Ren &amp; Stimpy all day  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;and i would know! ha.hah..ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh. ha.ha.ha. I AM NOT MR CLOUD FOR GOD'S SAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;im must be mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;im sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;MOST CERTAINLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;are you mrs cloud then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;no! I am Buttercup! how many times do I have to tell you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;are you jealous of my salad fingers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;EEEWW AT LEAST I DON'T GET NIGHTMARES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;you have hair on your head! ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha i know! dont be jealous, yours will grow soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;oh okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;do you want to know the secret of the hand bird and the king?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do. please salad/octopus boy, do tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;but you already know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;well duh, i just wanted to see if you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;i knew it! you dont know the secret! AAHHHHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;if i didn't? then why don't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;because you're insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;ooh. i get it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;:blue crazy face:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;Yes, finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;the blue thing is you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;you tell my secret to victoria!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i must. kill you now ariel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;goodbye rym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;OHMYSLUT. SHE TOLD YOU? THAT BETRAYER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;she stole my cat syrup too! infact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;gimme a minute. i'll shoot her with this water gun. it'll kill her, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;They are all GONE! mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;pain and death are the only constant forces in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;MWAHAHAHA. bang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;i have the latest model&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;i just shot you! you should be dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;tumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;that's all folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;keep it up!&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;aww shucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i really gtg. it was fun talking to a psychopath.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;LATER WOLVERINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;a melodramatic tale about eating flowers! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[c=1][b]Like blemishes in the sky,[/b][/c] says:&lt;br /&gt;hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;! OMBJ IT'S ARIEL. says:&lt;br /&gt;That's greats worxx! buaix!&lt;/blockquote&gt;PROOF!!! MWAHAHAHA. You know what? Marlon, Victoria and I are sexy. Joy. &lt;img src="http://img48.imageshack.us/img48/3122/iconhearthm1.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img244.imageshack.us/img244/3225/notecd6.gif"&gt; Ashlee Simpson - Lala&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-5575072055179305986?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/5575072055179305986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=5575072055179305986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5575072055179305986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/5575072055179305986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2006/11/marlons-mentally-unstable.html' title='Marlon&apos;s mentally unstable.'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-36424258.post-735181735744714832</id><published>2006-11-24T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T21:25:36.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYE (!!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="7"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hillsong United&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;concert after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;E.J. Camp 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;briefing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; HEIGHT: 91px" height="97" src="http://img50.imageshack.us/img50/1367/iconbiggringk7.gif" width="89" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="georgia"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Can't wait.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img96.imageshack.us/img96/1480/icontvov1.gif"&gt; Drake and Josh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36424258-735181735744714832?l=lostinliplock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/feeds/735181735744714832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36424258&amp;postID=735181735744714832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/735181735744714832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36424258/posts/default/735181735744714832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lostinliplock.blogspot.com/2006/11/hillsong-united.html' title='YAYE (!!)'/><author><name>arieltbt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03599691612159472512</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
