<?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-12887066</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:55:17.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"O La Femme!"</title><subtitle type='html'>An avenue to practise mua's English</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-4034022874873843530</id><published>2009-06-04T07:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T07:38:34.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWEET!</title><content type='html'>Am on twitter! Follow me @: twitter.com/RaeAw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-4034022874873843530?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4034022874873843530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=4034022874873843530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4034022874873843530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4034022874873843530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/tweet.html' title='TWEET!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-6596859575798788279</id><published>2009-05-13T07:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T07:49:31.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ji Mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/Sgrd4TYalbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bCu33Yvrh0M/s1600-h/jimmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/Sgrd4TYalbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bCu33Yvrh0M/s320/jimmy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335320667918865842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-6596859575798788279?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6596859575798788279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=6596859575798788279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/6596859575798788279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/6596859575798788279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/ji-mi.html' title='Ji Mi'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/Sgrd4TYalbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/bCu33Yvrh0M/s72-c/jimmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-7158821921372212219</id><published>2009-04-12T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:32:37.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic of Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SeGZDChogFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5allPm9E4LU/s1600-h/Disney+Princesses.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SeGZDChogFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5allPm9E4LU/s320/Disney+Princesses.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323704512025231442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that's what we grew up thinking. Was it really Happily Ever After? Well, well, well, why not we ask our legendary 5 beauties? HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-7158821921372212219?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7158821921372212219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=7158821921372212219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/7158821921372212219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/7158821921372212219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/magic-of-love.html' title='The Magic of Love...'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SeGZDChogFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5allPm9E4LU/s72-c/Disney+Princesses.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-5622553733776421932</id><published>2009-03-26T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:41:52.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty VS Brains</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/ScuUKixm0AI/AAAAAAAAACk/AhjxQ3uHJ30/s1600-h/beautyvsbrains.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/ScuUKixm0AI/AAAAAAAAACk/AhjxQ3uHJ30/s320/beautyvsbrains.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317506693895475202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long debated issue:Beauty or Brains. Beauty, bestowed or added artificially, is always the first trait a human being notices. "First impression counts", we've been told since young. However does beauty lasts??? Perhaps due to its short shelf life, peeps try to commerate the "freshest" moment by holding beauty pageants which emphasizes more on bods than intellect.*Sigh* How pathetic can our society get??? Yup, it sure can. In a recent survey, MALES actually prefer an airhead BIMBO to a brainy gal. WTH!!! What a disgrace to Homosapiens! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for me its definitely the latter. How each individual mind comtemplate beauty is diffrent and to add on, IT FADES, HA! But one's intelligence will always stay till the soul expires. Moreover, intelligence is a gift that other animals lack thus the more we should treasure it right? Also, beauty in this age can be MADE through plastic surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the survey results, apalling but understandable. It is natural for humans to value beauty first since its the first sight that we take in. Due to the "shallowness" od men, our world has a wide yet distinct spectrum of definitions of beauty. Men who marry beautiful women tend to have beautiful offsprings. In this case, we have men(and women) to thank for contribution of eye candies throughout the history of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It there is a third choice, I bet many would die for a combination:beauty+brains=best of both worlds. Ironically, when everyone ages, the beauty will go with it, and we will all be back to the Finishing Line(so is our boobs):D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-5622553733776421932?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5622553733776421932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=5622553733776421932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/5622553733776421932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/5622553733776421932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-vs-brains.html' title='Beauty VS Brains'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/ScuUKixm0AI/AAAAAAAAACk/AhjxQ3uHJ30/s72-c/beautyvsbrains.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-7574527222741780161</id><published>2009-03-07T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T05:57:38.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light of the Future</title><content type='html'>I gained alot today-both educational and entertainment. I was slightly late for the "American Education" talk at the Carlton Hotel however I managed to catch the part on the Campus Life, the education in the US Colleges and the Visa application. It seems that many poly students go US rather than JC students. Well that is expected since poly offers more opportunities for hands-on work which requires application and crticial thinking skills which ALL the US colleges prefer. Next stop was the Career and Education Opportunies Fair at Suntec Convention Hall. After that I ate Vietnamese food which was surprisingly delicious, especially the chilli which was totally lip-smacking! Also, I finally got a SHORT-SLEEVED HOODED SHIRT(2 diff pcs)!!! WOOHOOO THANS MUM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I don't know what will happen in the future and whether I will be able to go overseas , but I certainly will put in my utmost effort to create the best of the best for myself. Ganbarimassu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-7574527222741780161?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7574527222741780161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=7574527222741780161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/7574527222741780161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/7574527222741780161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/light-of-future.html' title='Light of the Future'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-2182482017362718338</id><published>2009-03-02T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:56:55.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Galileo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="345"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/v/mU51o1Zefa/pv=2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/v/mU51o1Zefa/pv=2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="345" allowFullScreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/groups/pJwwicjC/video/18loZweY/koh-nayutawae-records-kiss-shite-music-video/"&gt;Kiss shite - KOH  / NAYUTAWAE RECORDS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-2182482017362718338?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2182482017362718338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=2182482017362718338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/2182482017362718338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/2182482017362718338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/galileo.html' title='Galileo'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-3208633385225183015</id><published>2009-03-02T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T02:28:52.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belt It OUT!</title><content type='html'>"Zen me Ban" was officially my first song sung at a Karaoke! Surprisingly, quite a number turned up, including Jason. Val, M, and Seow joined the class for dinner while mua and Xinxin went home for a hearty meal. Party World gave me the impression of being kinda sleazy with the dark room, disco lights and mini dance floor in the VIP room. By the way The basic price $9.80 is NOT THE FINAL PRICE PEARL TAN! The +++ rates were steep, so everyone ended up paying $17.80, which makes Kbox dirt cheap. Also, the volume of songs were sooo loud and I was still suffering from the of "temporary partial deafness" the next morning. Since Partyworld's boss is rich, maybe he could afford two new eardrums? In Edison(oops, must be the fan's craziness that got me),I mean addition, the room is too wide, there is harldy a chance for those seating at the opposite sides to communicate which seriously defeats the purpose of CLASS GATHERING. Therefore, Partyworld is rated ---(triple negative FYI)in Mua's Own Michelin. Sayonara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-3208633385225183015?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3208633385225183015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=3208633385225183015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/3208633385225183015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/3208633385225183015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/belt-it-out.html' title='Belt It OUT!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-7015383674601216291</id><published>2009-02-16T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:19:32.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner At Mariott</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZoerl_qqkI/AAAAAAAAACc/fFzr4xBh9xs/s1600-h/HL+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZoerl_qqkI/AAAAAAAAACc/fFzr4xBh9xs/s320/HL+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303585245464537666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZod-C2zuLI/AAAAAAAAACU/kMP1C91f5B4/s1600-h/HL+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZod-C2zuLI/AAAAAAAAACU/kMP1C91f5B4/s320/HL+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303584462938028210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZodzGVnlhI/AAAAAAAAACM/E9xLnf7MAJc/s1600-h/HL+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZodzGVnlhI/AAAAAAAAACM/E9xLnf7MAJc/s320/HL+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303584274894001682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZodlnm7DhI/AAAAAAAAACE/aJWAbA7XkeE/s1600-h/HL+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZodlnm7DhI/AAAAAAAAACE/aJWAbA7XkeE/s320/HL+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303584043306782226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZodYS_1NXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MvQvxeqKWWs/s1600-h/HL+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZodYS_1NXI/AAAAAAAAAB8/MvQvxeqKWWs/s320/HL+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303583814435812722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Had special treat by a veryyyy special person at Mariott!Woohoo!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-7015383674601216291?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7015383674601216291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=7015383674601216291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/7015383674601216291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/7015383674601216291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/dinner-at-mariott.html' title='Dinner At Mariott'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZoerl_qqkI/AAAAAAAAACc/fFzr4xBh9xs/s72-c/HL+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-6510270933680201541</id><published>2009-02-16T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T06:19:23.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Promise is a Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZl1luDO-GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WuU_hSSvqec/s1600-h/HL+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZl1luDO-GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WuU_hSSvqec/s320/HL+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303399327082674274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Veryyy Random haha!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;ok! Here is the photo I promised!CNY!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s225.photobucket.com/albums/dd53/jadeaw_photos/?action=view&amp;current=HL015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd53/jadeaw_photos/HL015.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-6510270933680201541?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6510270933680201541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=6510270933680201541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/6510270933680201541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/6510270933680201541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/promise-is-promise.html' title='A Promise is a Promise'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZl1luDO-GI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WuU_hSSvqec/s72-c/HL+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-4880126238812130756</id><published>2009-02-13T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T06:01:01.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Val's(big) Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZV9EvFJ9pI/AAAAAAAAABs/DRk3b4qo_s4/s1600-h/valentines.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZV9EvFJ9pI/AAAAAAAAABs/DRk3b4qo_s4/s320/valentines.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302281656609666706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the title, everyone should already knew what is going om. We should all congratualate my dear Valerie for this upcoming celebration which she has been waiting for. Yuppppsss, its Valentine's Day! Wheee!!! The "special" day heralded by couples and cursed by singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a single, I had definitely envy those lovebirds under the soft warm yellow light of restaurants. However, I think I think I will be giving BGR a miss. School's GPA is more important to me than these relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the meantime, I would seriously like to tip off some guys out there: Before you give your beloveds gifts, do FIND OUT WHAT THEY LIKE. Our Earth's population consists of BILLIONS of FEMALES, not 1 GIRL so PLEASEEE!!! Gd luck yeahh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah, Happy Valentine's Day! :D May ALL find your love and be HAPPY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-4880126238812130756?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4880126238812130756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=4880126238812130756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4880126238812130756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4880126238812130756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/valsbig-day.html' title='Val&apos;s(big) Day'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SZV9EvFJ9pI/AAAAAAAAABs/DRk3b4qo_s4/s72-c/valentines.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-7424144270696075799</id><published>2009-02-08T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T07:20:25.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Red Packets</title><content type='html'>Yup! Since CNY is not offically over(according to the calender)so we went to visit my dad's relatives. As usual: red packets and new year goodies from Ipoh with high fat content(thanks!). Well, the conversations were boring(since I can't communicate in Hainanese). I think this time is the 10001th time that I stated my status as a "graduate who is waiting to enter poly", "I do not resemble my mom nor dad","Yes, I play the piano" and "I do not have a boyfriend". However, after some thought, I don't mind answering these questions for a zillion times if I'm gonna get "paid" for it, hahaha :D Though it was just another visiting session, I discoverd something AMAZING: my relative who walks with a good posture and talks in a loud chirpy voice is 98 YEARS OLD!!! OH MY GOSH, seriously, he is almost a Centurian, how cool is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my relatives and all, I'm blogging out of BOREDOM. Almost all of my classmates are having fun at orientation at their IDEAL SCHOOL(or maybe not), here I am, all alone in the moonlight...WITH MY JAPANESE DRAMAS wheee!!! It seems like yesterday when I complained about our howling teachers, boringggg lessons and idiotic Os, now here I am, wanting to study and return to school REALLYYYYY BADLYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;Well, in a nutshell, may all those in "J(ail)C(ell)s" have a rocking good time:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-7424144270696075799?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7424144270696075799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=7424144270696075799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/7424144270696075799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/7424144270696075799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/more-red-packets.html' title='More Red Packets'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-1883293517970509065</id><published>2009-02-03T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:09:01.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag-ged 'Quiz'</title><content type='html'>Directions : Once you've been tagged, you have to write a post with fifteen random things, habits or goals about you. You can't tag the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have been thinking about life alot.&lt;br /&gt;2. So I decided to suck my toes&lt;br /&gt;3. They tastes great, wanna try?&lt;br /&gt;4. It takes 42 muscles to frown when you're angry, but it takes 4 muscles to slap that bastard/bitch:D&lt;br /&gt;5. I am thinking alot about death&lt;br /&gt;6. I am optimistic&lt;br /&gt;7. *Grunts*&lt;br /&gt;8. I want to earn lots and lots of money and travel around the world!&lt;br /&gt;9. I want to follow my heart&lt;br /&gt;10.I am finally at point number 10.&lt;br /&gt;11.I am still not sleeping now.&lt;br /&gt;12.Playing the piano is a joy:D &lt;br /&gt;13.WHEN WILL THIS END?&lt;br /&gt;14.I love intelligence and creativity&lt;br /&gt;15.FINALLY...Show's over people, now SHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging anyone who is willing(as if) to be tagged. Spread the bad karma, let the world be a happier place:D other people's bad karma=my happiness muahahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-1883293517970509065?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1883293517970509065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=1883293517970509065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/1883293517970509065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/1883293517970509065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/tag-ged-quiz.html' title='Tag-ged &apos;Quiz&apos;'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-4876589028506314351</id><published>2009-01-30T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T06:47:09.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing through time</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since I last posted. Just a brief summary of what I did during CNY: Had steamboat on eve, celebrated the Niu Year at a restaurant and then lots and lots of gaming and Chinese New Year Specials hahaha. As for the amount of angpow money collected, I was not as excited and full of anticipation for the sudden swell of wealth as I was in the past years. To me, 2009 CNY was kind of a happy period for my family and me as their laughter are of higher value than the cash stuffed in red packets. Hmmm...maybe I am really turning 17 already, a solid 17, just kidding. With the charging bull in reign, hopefully I would be able to fulfill all my dreams this year.(will upload my photos soon, I need time to consolidate them, teehee).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-4876589028506314351?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4876589028506314351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=4876589028506314351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4876589028506314351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4876589028506314351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/sailing-through-time.html' title='Sailing through time'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-4772738658201211378</id><published>2009-01-22T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T04:58:44.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom-fetish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SXhraKUOqCI/AAAAAAAAABk/EVY40-x0ccA/s1600-h/Tomboy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SXhraKUOqCI/AAAAAAAAABk/EVY40-x0ccA/s320/Tomboy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294099459163990050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered very distinctively what Val told me a FEW times-"HL, you're soo man!". That phrase seems to stuck in my head:D Sometimes I do wonder whether I am a tom-boy since I did not think much of what val told me. However, after going shopping with my friends at Bugis, I realised the differnce in the type of apparels we did go for. They did go for pumps, heels, skirts and anything girlish. Although I find skirts a pretty appealing, I'd prefer chucks, sneakers, cargo pants, tees, caps, cool jackets and short hair(most preferably Jap style*wink*,but the stylists here kinda sucks!), plus the fact that I sorta like to hang around with guys and play sports so I would say I'm a neutral tomboy, but slightly incline towards tomboyishness I guess.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I am extremely clear of my sexuality, am no les!I would like to make this clear since many like to make a correlation between Tomboys and Lesbians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-4772738658201211378?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4772738658201211378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=4772738658201211378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4772738658201211378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4772738658201211378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/tom-fetish.html' title='Tom-fetish'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SXhraKUOqCI/AAAAAAAAABk/EVY40-x0ccA/s72-c/Tomboy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-3741761023087089123</id><published>2009-01-20T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T06:04:47.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Aya Kito San</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SXXZ-Q-rHqI/AAAAAAAAABc/Fbq_4hYVtzE/s1600-h/Book_of_1_Litre_of_Tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SXXZ-Q-rHqI/AAAAAAAAABc/Fbq_4hYVtzE/s320/Book_of_1_Litre_of_Tears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293376600776842914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Aya-san,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konnichiwa, watashi HL.Daijobu?Genki?:D1 Litre of Tears was worthy of it name indeed. After finishing this show, I think many people cried enough to fill a 1 Litre bottle. Aya-san's courage and strength gave me alot of encouragement to live life to the fullest. A warrior, you fought tooth and nail with the spinocerebellar ataxia, an incurable disease. You must be tired after 10 years of battle. Even though you knew your future was uncertain, you decided to accept your condition and see the "illness as part of your life"(quoted from Aya-san's diary). Kawaii Smiles never left that round face of yours(from what I see in the pics) and courage was seeping through your muscles. Since I started watching this show and reading your diary, my perspective in life has definitely changed. I hope that you will continue to smile at the the other side. Ganbatte ne? Arigato gozaimasu Aya Kito-san, watashi Ganbarimasu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-3741761023087089123?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3741761023087089123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=3741761023087089123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/3741761023087089123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/3741761023087089123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-aya-kito-san.html' title='To Aya Kito San'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SXXZ-Q-rHqI/AAAAAAAAABc/Fbq_4hYVtzE/s72-c/Book_of_1_Litre_of_Tears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-7545313749610424690</id><published>2009-01-15T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T05:32:04.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hoppin' To Canon!HOOTS~!</title><content type='html'>I just discovered something really cool and I can't wait to share:coolest fusion ever! This video shows two hip-hoppers dancing to Canon in D played using the guzheng!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QcGGxC8j_no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; It cleraly presented the route the world is trying to take:fusing of generations and cultures. The Canon, a classical piece is played using a traditional Asian instrument, the modern danc is staged under an "ancient" atmosphere. In reality, everyone is trying to have the best of both worlds, with the doctors combining western and eastern medicine, increasing fusion foods(east and west)on menus, traditonal costumes with a twist and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I wonder whether the world takes these things in. From my point of view, the older generations are still uncomfortable accepting these "middle paths" while the younger ones are more open to such ideas. But of course, without rejections, there will not be successes right? We owe our modern art to our obstinate elders :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-7545313749610424690?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7545313749610424690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=7545313749610424690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/7545313749610424690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/7545313749610424690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/hip-hoppin-to-canonhoots.html' title='Hip Hoppin&apos; To Canon!HOOTS~!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-8169863512716286429</id><published>2009-01-14T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:27:16.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SW7lTeXO8nI/AAAAAAAAABU/eviFaUzQ0GU/s1600-h/Wuxi+Hotel!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SW7lTeXO8nI/AAAAAAAAABU/eviFaUzQ0GU/s320/Wuxi+Hotel!.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291418734937698930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I would like to thank ALL teachers who taught me before. Arigato! Next, I would like to apologise to those teachers whom I had let down, GOMENASAI! I know that you guys are disappointed in me, but I will Ganbarimasu in the next station! I wish all my teachers the best of health, luck and wealth:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few months,my friends and I had a tough time choosing the path that we want to take. For me, it was slightly easier as I already had plans in mind during the holidays. Personally, I feel that that one should plan ahead and then work backwards and you will arrive at the answer that you want. As teenagers who are reaching adulthood, this is a chance to really "live for yourself" instead of following your parents' wishes or living up to others' expectations. Of course, from what I observed around me, this step is tough to take since one will not be able to find excuses and blame others if any thing goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a teenager, I would very much like to prove to my parents that I'm independant so that the option of studying overseas would be open(heehee). Currently, in my opinion, it is the first time I made such a big decision for myself and I am somehow proud of myself for being able to decide for myself the kind of life I want to live in the future. JC or Poly, this dilemma had bothered me for the past few months and I'm glad I found the path that I wanted.:D I wish all my friends all the best for the years ahead! Gd luck and bon voyage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-8169863512716286429?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8169863512716286429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=8169863512716286429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/8169863512716286429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/8169863512716286429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/road-ahead.html' title='Road ahead'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SW7lTeXO8nI/AAAAAAAAABU/eviFaUzQ0GU/s72-c/Wuxi+Hotel!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-4997956837769395094</id><published>2009-01-12T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:29:18.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Hurdle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SWr_Wmy0NKI/AAAAAAAAABM/HHycFKwYS8s/s1600-h/Nodame+Cantabile.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SWr_Wmy0NKI/AAAAAAAAABM/HHycFKwYS8s/s320/Nodame+Cantabile.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290321476135957666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, now that I had at least successfully manage to cross the fisrt hurdle, next will be my piano exam! Hopefully I would be able to pass this as the Grade 6 certificate is really important for my advancement towards the next grade. Through my practices, I had actually learnt and re-learnt many of the skills I am supposed to be equipped with. I found back a small fragment of the "feeling" that I had been trying to feel for quite some time. Besides, I have been working on my techniques too! Wheeee! Rest assure, I will continue to work even harder on my piano :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-4997956837769395094?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4997956837769395094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=4997956837769395094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4997956837769395094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4997956837769395094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/next-hurdle.html' title='The Next Hurdle'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SWr_Wmy0NKI/AAAAAAAAABM/HHycFKwYS8s/s72-c/Nodame+Cantabile.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-3727656190070054043</id><published>2009-01-12T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T00:18:00.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Actual Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SWr8suYZv9I/AAAAAAAAABE/HRm4kEaBRl4/s1600-h/graduation+gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SWr8suYZv9I/AAAAAAAAABE/HRm4kEaBRl4/s320/graduation+gift.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290318557594894290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo! Gotten back my results. Far from satisfactory, *SIGH*! However I think I can get into the courses that I want, so, it is still kind of comforting for me. Well, this is our actual graduation and the offical last meeting with friends and calssmates. Cngrats to those who achieved your dreams! Its ok to those who failed to hit the bull's eye, work harder, ganbatte! Yippeeeeee I don not have to go back to that school anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-3727656190070054043?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3727656190070054043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=3727656190070054043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/3727656190070054043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/3727656190070054043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/actual-graduation.html' title='The Actual Graduation'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SWr8suYZv9I/AAAAAAAAABE/HRm4kEaBRl4/s72-c/graduation+gift.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-4055492927321222085</id><published>2009-01-04T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T04:01:13.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Without Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SWCk9wjMTSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/s4aXaCPWloI/s1600-h/Mendelssohn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SWCk9wjMTSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/s4aXaCPWloI/s320/Mendelssohn.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287407343444446498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mendelssohn, Mendelssohn, a legend of music in the Romantic preiod. As a music student, his pieces are at times pretty easy to comprehend while at other times baffling to me. As an emotion-driven master, his songs touches human hearts. Song Without Words Op.19, No.2 opened doors for me to enter his world, smooth yet turbulent, colourful yet contrasting. Playing as Andante Espressivo, its the first time in my life as a pianist to understand a piece initally only by listiening to the structure of the music, dynamics and melody. The emotions and feelings he tried to convey though this song was indeed beyond what words could describe-smoothness woven into melancholy and tenderness, a pinch of slopiness sprinkled into a cauldron of clear inner strength, ahhh but definitley not comforting to those with lost loved ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-4055492927321222085?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4055492927321222085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=4055492927321222085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4055492927321222085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4055492927321222085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-without-words.html' title='Song Without Words'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SWCk9wjMTSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/s4aXaCPWloI/s72-c/Mendelssohn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-4140065295725059868</id><published>2009-01-04T02:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:40:20.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantabile!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SWCSDeax4II/AAAAAAAAAAk/rLSphv0hNYY/s1600-h/Nodame-Cantabile-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SWCSDeax4II/AAAAAAAAAAk/rLSphv0hNYY/s320/Nodame-Cantabile-banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287386550935609474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had watched "Nodame Cantabile", a show based on manga. It was loaned to me by my cous. "Nodame" is realistic, inspiring yet cute and hilarious at the same time(a million thanks to the technologically enchanced slapstick scenes). The main characters and sidekicks are eually encouraging. Their hardwork and integrity, as well as respect for music and people inspired me as a pianist. They had brought me to a higher level of music and deeper understanding of this ethereal and emotional subject. Other than some unnecssary and long-winded parts, the show is indeed a must-see for music lovers(basically paino, violin, orchestra)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-4140065295725059868?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4140065295725059868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=4140065295725059868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4140065295725059868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4140065295725059868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/cantabile.html' title='Cantabile!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SWCSDeax4II/AAAAAAAAAAk/rLSphv0hNYY/s72-c/Nodame-Cantabile-banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-8902928086438658118</id><published>2008-12-29T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:34:04.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SVmVqxaAVcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HO9b9ZJzw24/s1600-h/P5280096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SVmVqxaAVcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HO9b9ZJzw24/s320/P5280096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285420199745443266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a mentally stressful and enduring year for many of us this year. In a blink of an eye, we are gonna welcome 2009! Wow!I had many life lessons in 2008, a very fruitful year for me. I get to see things from a vantage point compared to the previous years and also, see the vibrant personalities of my classmates.&lt;p&gt; As a teenager, I frequently ponder what lies ahead of me. Will I get into the best Univeristy offering that particular course? Will I fall for somebody? Will the friends I'm gonna meet later be true to themselves and others? Will I become friends with my new neighbour? Will my family still be intact and happy like how we had been for the past 16 years? Will the professors or lecturers be helpful? These questions race through my mind like nobody's business. After some pep talk with my mom, I decided to let nature take it course and tackle whatever comes my way *does a high kick*. Thank you friends and family for being there when I needed you most. Thank you! Have a happy new year and wonderful wonderful 2009! I wish that I can hold some cert. in my new sch like this two princess haha :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-8902928086438658118?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8902928086438658118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=8902928086438658118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/8902928086438658118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/8902928086438658118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/farewell-2008.html' title='Farewell 2008'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SVmVqxaAVcI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HO9b9ZJzw24/s72-c/P5280096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-3147476575731280655</id><published>2008-12-28T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T19:41:51.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SVhG-d_jprI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSqqjHnuB6o/s1600-h/medical+cartoon3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SVhG-d_jprI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSqqjHnuB6o/s320/medical+cartoon3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285052201736316594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meddical Advancement in Singapore has been given accolades for its "medical technologies", "neat surgical skills" etc. however it seems that it is far from what we expected or is either the truth is hard to spell. Without state-of-the-art surgical equipments and breakthroughs, it may take aeons to reach the pinnacle. I had just went through Cleveland Clinic's medical history, which was totally impressive with numerous cardiac treatments and "firsts" surgeries in the world. Best known for the heart and heart surgeries, elites from all over the globe seek treatment from the critically acclaimed and reknowned prvt. hospital. Hahaha did expect it to exixts after after my fav: New Heart, kinda expected Kwanghee University Hospital to be a fake though! Bye bye bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-3147476575731280655?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3147476575731280655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=3147476575731280655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/3147476575731280655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/3147476575731280655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/medical-history.html' title='Medical History'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SVhG-d_jprI/AAAAAAAAAAU/oSqqjHnuB6o/s72-c/medical+cartoon3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-4795115095685857059</id><published>2008-12-26T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:08:57.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag-ged Quiz</title><content type='html'>Ok, so here is the quiz that I promised Em&lt;br /&gt;Who's the person that tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;-Em&lt;br /&gt;2. Relationship between you and her?&lt;br /&gt;-Cous&lt;br /&gt;3. 5 impressions?&lt;br /&gt;-Smart&lt;br /&gt;-Good with her hands&lt;br /&gt;-A Loving heart&lt;br /&gt;-Fun to be with&lt;br /&gt;-Hardworking&lt;br /&gt;4. If she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;-Blood is thicker than water&lt;br /&gt;5. What will you say to the person you like very much?&lt;br /&gt;-I like you&lt;br /&gt;6. Characteristics i like about myself&lt;br /&gt;-Hmm everything, both good and bad&lt;br /&gt;7. Characteristics i hate about myself?&lt;br /&gt;I love myself, like I had mentioned in no.6&lt;br /&gt;8. For the person whom you hate, you say?&lt;br /&gt;-Hatred is loathesome&lt;br /&gt;9. What do people feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;-Kind&lt;br /&gt;-Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;-Humorous&lt;br /&gt;-Lazy&lt;br /&gt;-Irresponsible&lt;br /&gt;10. Your crush(es)?&lt;br /&gt;-Male(s)&lt;br /&gt;12. pass this to 10 ppl.( Dun wan do oso can,i din force)&lt;br /&gt;1.Em(back to u)&lt;br /&gt;2.Johnston&lt;br /&gt;3.Shi Ying&lt;br /&gt;4.Wen Ning&lt;br /&gt;5.Shavinn&lt;br /&gt;6.Annabel&lt;br /&gt;7.Valerie&lt;br /&gt;8.Kaien&lt;br /&gt;9.M&lt;br /&gt;10.Zoe&lt;br /&gt;13. if 5 &amp; 7 were together?&lt;br /&gt;[Shavinn,Valerie]&lt;br /&gt;-That would be great! Whooppeee Our class dream came true:p&lt;br /&gt;14. who does 5 like?&lt;br /&gt;-Valerie,I hope&lt;br /&gt;15. what colour does 9 like?&lt;br /&gt;-Red&lt;br /&gt;16. say smth about 8.&lt;br /&gt;[Kaien]&lt;br /&gt;-Friendly&lt;br /&gt;-Smart&lt;br /&gt;-Wise&lt;br /&gt;-Kind&lt;br /&gt;-Anna's Hero, tee hee&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is 2?&lt;br /&gt;[Couz]&lt;br /&gt;-Couz&lt;br /&gt;18. Talk about 3.&lt;br /&gt;[Shi Ying]&lt;br /&gt;-Attractive&lt;br /&gt;-Smart&lt;br /&gt;-Bad girl who goes ard snapping unglam photos of others,esp. the Princess,how audacious right?&lt;br /&gt;19. Who is 10's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;[Zoe]&lt;br /&gt;-Eh someone from 2D1'08&lt;br /&gt;20. Who's the sexiest among all 10?&lt;br /&gt;-Everyone is appealing in their own way...but serioulsy, Shi Ying caught my eye(wink*)&lt;br /&gt;21. what colour does 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;[Wenning]&lt;br /&gt;-Pink, blue, or any other colur as long as Disney Characters' are of that colour&lt;br /&gt;22. is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;-Umm, it is hard to say since she is a very secretive person...&lt;br /&gt;23. yr relationship with 1?&lt;br /&gt;[Em]&lt;br /&gt;-Cutie cous&lt;br /&gt;24. are 5 &amp; 6 best freinds?&lt;br /&gt;[Shavinn+Anna]&lt;br /&gt;-They hardly know each other&lt;br /&gt;25. 9's surname?&lt;br /&gt;[M]&lt;br /&gt;-jErK&lt;br /&gt;26. 7's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;[Val]&lt;br /&gt;-LV, Val, Shav's baby(kiddin' relax...)&lt;br /&gt;27. say smth to 8&lt;br /&gt;.[Kaien]&lt;br /&gt;-Hey you, lets sing some songs&lt;br /&gt;28. say smth to help 9.&lt;br /&gt;[M]&lt;br /&gt;-Your arms are fat&lt;br /&gt;29. who does 1 admire?&lt;br /&gt;[Em]&lt;br /&gt;-Him&lt;br /&gt;30. where does 1 live?&lt;br /&gt;[Em]&lt;br /&gt;-She wish to live in His heart&lt;br /&gt;31. 10 of them know who you like?&lt;br /&gt;- As friends, yup, all&lt;br /&gt;32. say smth to 6 when you see her?&lt;br /&gt;[Anna]&lt;br /&gt;-Shi Ying is mine! Muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;33. 10's spouse?&lt;br /&gt;[Zoe]&lt;br /&gt;-It can't be you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-4795115095685857059?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4795115095685857059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=4795115095685857059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4795115095685857059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4795115095685857059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/tag-ged-quiz.html' title='Tag-ged Quiz'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-4314324170956979004</id><published>2008-12-25T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T07:55:52.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SVOtATUpxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xr_ZO3zmAfg/s1600-h/ChristmasCartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SVOtATUpxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xr_ZO3zmAfg/s320/ChristmasCartoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283757008534226514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho ho ho people merry Christmas! Must have been aeons since I last posted on this blog! It has been awhile since I was away. Anyway, today was a great day! Had a lip-smacking lunch and wonderful dinner with family, very heart-warming indeeed hehehe. Have a great holiday! While I was searching the net for cartoons, saw some naughty ones that will be inappropriate for 16-below so..hohoho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-4314324170956979004?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4314324170956979004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=4314324170956979004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4314324170956979004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/4314324170956979004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_PZNh9aVj3GU/SVOtATUpxlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Xr_ZO3zmAfg/s72-c/ChristmasCartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-8036274577134885004</id><published>2007-10-14T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:35:36.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the labyrinth</title><content type='html'>I wathced Pa's Labyrinth. It was a fairy-tale show meant for adults. HAHA and it was a catalogue show rated NC-16 VIOLENCE. The movie was fantastic. However it is very literature as it has alot of underlying meanings. Every action and character and scene is a symbolism. It was great. Sorry I am too tiredto provide more info on the show. Go watch it. I rate it 8.7/10 !&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;centre&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd53/jadeaw_photos/Pans_Labyrinth.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/centre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-8036274577134885004?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8036274577134885004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=8036274577134885004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/8036274577134885004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/8036274577134885004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-labyrinth.html' title='In the labyrinth'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-1004866728488090087</id><published>2007-10-12T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:39:00.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pawns Of Ideologies</title><content type='html'>My deifinition:&lt;em&gt;Beliving in other's beliefs due to credulity of a docile mind.These belifs are spread to increase quantity in a congreagation but not to increase quality of life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had ran into such people and I do have friends who are like that. In fact there are times when they are @ a losing end they aren't even aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zealots, especially loves to target such people and I had ran into one in my early teenage phase. The Overly Enthusiasts was a man who forced me and my friends to pray and deemed my religion group as non-existent and even said that it was a creation due to the force of Evil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;In fact I was really furious by what he said even though I was not a religious person as he seems to be indirectly labelling me as a Child Of The Devil or the concoction of the wickedness in the Universe. I am not exaggerating here but just trying to express my disappointments to the failure of a mind of a Homosapien which is suppose to be made smarter and more intelligent than those of a lower cast. His way of spreading the belief was really very repungent. I would feel very shameful to be a Singaporean if he is one as Singapore preaches harmony across all races and creed.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pawns are merely used so to portray that the belief is good due to huge numbers of avid followers. These pawns are divied into 2 categories. The first group is those who are influenced or "brainwashed" while the other is forced into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first group normally had pyschological "jape" done on them. The zealots engulfed them with plethora of convincing beliefs. The target of zealots are normally pliant poeple. It is hard for me to expalain how these simple minds work as I am not able to explain in SIMPPLE TERMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beings that unfortuiously landed in this category really do have my sympathy. Their pathetic plight dates back to their own history and their abuser's &lt;br /&gt;pyschological sate and mantal sanity which varies according to circumstances whcich is ntot within my capability to elucidate the details as I am not a licensed expert, neither am I a researcher or a victim of a mind that went haywired.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, it is better to make full use of our brains to work things out instead of just using ears and eyes alone. We are blessed with intelligence, why not just utilise it to the fullest!&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd53/jadeaw_photos/pawns.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-1004866728488090087?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1004866728488090087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=1004866728488090087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/1004866728488090087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/1004866728488090087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/pawns-of-ideologies.html' title='Pawns Of Ideologies'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-3317548929998585808</id><published>2007-10-10T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T01:39:55.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precinct Sanctuary</title><content type='html'>Not long ago, around May this year, there was a release of a documentary known as&lt;br /&gt;"Born Into Brothels" which bagged several prestigious awards including an Oscar for the Best Documentary and even the Sundance Film Festival's Audience prize. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plot outline:Two documentary filmmakers chronicle their time in Sonagchi, Calcutta and the relationships they developed with children of prostitutes who work the city's notorious red light district.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The film is one which I am really curious to watch. The plot of this film really makes me think about the good fortunes and blessings that I had been showered upon, especially as a female.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt rally ashamed of my past whinnings abou life! Here I am, living with a roof over my head, proper food to eat, new clothes every year and engrossed in sublime music;there they are, living in pain, fear and darkness under the veil of innocence. There I am playing in "The Garden Of Eden" ; there they are living in a Precinct Sanctuary. Here I am lying on a "Bed Of Roses" ; there they are, lying on a thin filthy matteress figuring out their way out in the labyrinth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I really thank The Creator for making me feel...sacrosanct. My heart goes out to those poor girls living in a most sordid and seemingly hopeless world. I really hope one day I would be able to join Life Force or any volunteer team to go to these countries and help these poor children who in the face of abject poverty, abuse, lachrymose and despair,have little possibility of escaping their mother's fate or for creating another type of life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those lecherous paedophiles, casanova out there:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till you be a feamle who leads such life in your afterLIVES.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i225.photobucket.com/albums/dd53/jadeaw_photos/BornIntoBrothels2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless those Kids&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-3317548929998585808?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3317548929998585808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=3317548929998585808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/3317548929998585808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/3317548929998585808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/precinct-sanctuary.html' title='Precinct Sanctuary'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-5770653916432274780</id><published>2007-10-09T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:47:12.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spice Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;font colour="white"&gt;Whoo hoo exams are over! But I am going to sit for the OLS next year wheeeeeeee....Anyway today is the day I revived my blog. Life as a teenager for the past 2 years was really challenging:dealing with my emotions, friends, family etc. The journey was not easy going but was really rewarding.AHHH but the good thing was I experienced many of my Firsts. In fact, looking back, I am really proud of myself for overcoming obstacles. 3 CHEERS for Me!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font colour="white"&gt;I chose this Harry Potter song 'cause I simply idolize the composer of the Harry Potter's theme song:John Williams(To Mr Williams:You ROCK!). As a young composer myself, I am glad to have someone to look up to. Anyway, I got the Piano score for Harry Potter's Hedwig's theme, marvellous!Hoooott!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-5770653916432274780?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5770653916432274780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=5770653916432274780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/5770653916432274780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/5770653916432274780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/spice-of-my-life.html' title='Spice Of My Life'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113438294119342148</id><published>2005-12-12T02:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T02:22:21.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Went to Giant with my square Joyce together with others to purchase some stuff for choir camp this thurs. Now chewing on red bean prridge wich taste quite nice. So bored nothin' to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway goin' for dental appointment tomorrow. Not scared this time. Just know that I'm gonna take x-ray and so on so forth. Hope my actions don't contradict my words now haha. My throat is much better now. Learnt a new word which uncannily I can remember its &lt;strong&gt;"tiffer"&lt;/strong&gt;: hat. Its sooo KAWAII! Okay okay I know I sounds kooky!!! Kinda lookin' forward to the choir camp for I'm one of the leaders, is this a good or a bad thing? Haha. My WHOLE TEAM ARE SENOIRSSSS! Oh my gosh! I don't know how to survive this ordeal! Yikesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remedy it, or welcome it:  a wise man's only two choices.  ~Terri Guillemets(www.quotegarden.com)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113438294119342148?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113438294119342148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113438294119342148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113438294119342148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113438294119342148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/untitled_12.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113438293985184428</id><published>2005-12-12T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T02:22:20.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Went to Giant with my square Joyce together with others to purchase some stuff for choir camp this thurs. Now chewing on red bean prridge wich taste quite nice. So bored nothin' to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway goin' for dental appointment tomorrow. Not scared this time. Just know that I'm gonna take x-ray and so on so forth. Hope my actions don't contradict my words now haha. My throat is much better now. Learnt a new word which uncannily I can remember its &lt;strong&gt;"tiffer"&lt;/strong&gt;: hat. Its sooo KAWAII! Okay okay I know I sounds kooky!!! Kinda lookin' forward to the choir camp for I'm one of the leaders, is this a good or a bad thing? Haha. My WHOLE TEAM ARE SENOIRSSSS! Oh my gosh! I don't know how to survive this ordeal! Yikesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remedy it, or welcome it:  a wise man's only two choices.  ~Terri Guillemets(www.quotegarden.com)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113438293985184428?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113438293985184428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113438293985184428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113438293985184428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113438293985184428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113418626496032497</id><published>2005-12-09T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T19:44:24.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PM Lee forgots to bow to the German flag!</title><content type='html'>Instead of bowing in front of the German flag according to the international protocol Singapore's Prime Minister kept on walking and left Chancellor Merkel behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/PMLee.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it from Tomorrow.sg. I agree with Anonymous Coward that &lt;blockquote&gt;this is some news that we &lt;strong&gt;do not get to see in the local papers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113418626496032497?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113418626496032497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113418626496032497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113418626496032497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113418626496032497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/pm-lee-forgots-to-bow-to-german-flag.html' title='PM Lee forgots to bow to the German flag!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113411241950135569</id><published>2005-12-08T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T23:13:39.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Through</title><content type='html'>Well finally broke off from those really crappy things I wrote and show-offs I tried to do plus the ultimate thing I cannot shake off previously: infatuation with *him and *them (whistle)...but now I'm through with these nonsense and rubbish. Focusing more on sports and studies. Badminton was sooo sweaty fun. Now I'm starting to love it &amp; I hope this love won't wear off. Saw a young chap who seems like 15 coaching younger kids on badminton in the stadium. I couldn't believe he was willing to give up his time! Anyway did a triple backhand when dad hit the shuttlecork to me thrice(DUH). I hope that I do not get badminton mixed up with tennis or else my wrist will be prone to gettin' injured. Unfortunately my wrist is a little wear out after yesterday's play. Mom wasn't approving of me playin' badminton in the midst of my tennis learning journey. (*Sigh*) By the way I loveeeee my blog 'cause it rocks though not alot of readers. Wanna post more on politics the next few rounds, can't comment on the Singapore government as mom warned me that the Sinagpore government is very sensitive or else I might be in hot soup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113411241950135569?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113411241950135569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113411241950135569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113411241950135569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113411241950135569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-through.html' title='I&apos;m Through'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113376968104535913</id><published>2005-12-04T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T00:01:23.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Went all wrong arrgghhh!!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at court I couldn't hit all 4 tennis balls!!! STUPID! I DIDN'T LOOK AT THE BALLS COMING ARRGGHH!!! Before it I played table tennis with the P6 boy from China. I wasn't playin' very well and 'cause of that I made him run ALOT nad I mean ALOT! HAHAHHA IT WAS SO FUN but I feel guilty at the same time blame me for being porrper thn he is at tt. Today's choir practice was like...undescribable! Everyone was like sooo shy about the choreography part I mean what's wrong if you are giggling now what about the actual day c'mon! Be a little thick-skinned. The actions are very simple and LITTLE! OH MAN I WANNA FAINT RIGHT ON THE SPOT. THIS CAN'T GO ON MAN! I wanna quit my job...Anyway I am hoping and praying not to be picked as Chairperson its terrible actually in fact it is supposedly not but too bad but I have uncooperative people with me! Next year I plan to submit some names for e committee &amp; not let the teacher OR students choose for I think its gonna be sabotaging and biasedness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113376968104535913?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113376968104535913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113376968104535913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113376968104535913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113376968104535913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/12/went-all-wrong-arrgghhh.html' title='Went all wrong arrgghhh!!!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113342430093968809</id><published>2005-11-30T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T00:05:01.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Take Note Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Inconsideration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to the supermarket NTUC with my Grandma to shop for neccesities. We saw an old woman being shoved by a woman in her late 30's with dyed brunette hair. Instead of waitin' for the old woman to pass, she shove her way through the narro passage and the old woman said nothin' but gave way. She then called out to her daughter Cynthia to hurru up. This little adorable girl was right behind this old woman and she frowned upon the "obstruction" in her way. This scene made me inderstood the meaning of  "influence" and a new kind of "role-model" which I will always take note of and remember not to grow up and be like that. I plan to write to the paper to create an awarness for other inconsiderate Singaporeans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A Chip Off An Old Block"~ Some respected person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unaware of the peril&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting everything my grandma and I set off. On our home while waiting for the green man, I saw a woman dressed to her nines getting down from a posh car near the pedastrian crossing together with her 3 sons! Can you believe it? Its sooo dangerous. I really wonder do they ever cared about their safety?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Safety First!"~ Traffic police and the wise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113342430093968809?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113342430093968809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113342430093968809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113342430093968809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113342430093968809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/please-take-note-thank-you.html' title='Please Take Note Thank You'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113334758319774217</id><published>2005-11-30T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T02:52:21.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leading Women</title><content type='html'>Women are leading the world according to "Newsweek". Great women in which some includes "beauties with brains".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natalie Portman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/NataliePortmanpic.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Natalie Portman the actress who acted in Star Wars graduated with honours in her high school which gain her entry to Harvard University!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jodie Foster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/JodieFoster.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jodie Foster in Flightplan is from Yale University one of the prestigious universities in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt; Aren't all these women great? Superior? Incredible? Invincible...well not that exaggerating hahaha. Hope I will be like them too to move on and become one of the brainy ones. How I hope fervently for this day to arrive... :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113334758319774217?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113334758319774217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113334758319774217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113334758319774217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113334758319774217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/leading-women.html' title='Leading Women'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113325127837005162</id><published>2005-11-28T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T00:17:32.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopes</title><content type='html'>(*Sigh*)! How I hope when I grow up I will be able to attend Harvard with my capability. (*Sigh*) How I wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/Harvard.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/HarvardsGates.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/H.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113325127837005162?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113325127837005162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113325127837005162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113325127837005162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113325127837005162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/hopes.html' title='Hopes'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113317241944829157</id><published>2005-11-28T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T02:06:59.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S.H.I.T</title><content type='html'>Hello again I just changed the blogskin! This is a laugh just for you! I just got it from vintage-melody.org enjoy! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;In order to assure the highest levels of quality work and productivity from students, it will be our policy to keep all students well taught through our program of SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TEACHING (S.H.I.T.).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;We are trying to give our students more S.H.I.T. than anyone else. If you feel that you do not receive your share of S.H.I.T. on the course, please see your lecturer. You will be immediately placed at the top of the S.H.I.T. list, and our lecturers are especially skilled at seeing that you get all the S.H.I.T. you can handle.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Students who don't take their S.H.I.T. will be placed in DEPARTMENTAL EDUCATIONAL EVALUATION PROGRAMS (D.E.E.P. S.H.I.T.).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Those who fail to take D.E.E.P. S.H.I.T. seriously will have to go to EDUCATIONAL ATTITUDE TRAINING (E.A.T. S.H.I.T.). Since our lecturers took S.H.I.T. before they graduated, they don't have to do S.H.I.T. anymore, and are all full of S.H.I.T. already.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;If you are full of S.H.I.T., you may be interested in a job teaching others. We can add your name to our BASIC UNDERSTANDING LECTURE LIST (B.U.L.L. S.H.I.T.).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;For students who are intending to pursue a career in management and consulting, we will refer you to the department of MANAGERIAL OPERATIONAL RESEARCH EDUCATION (M.O.R.E. S.H.I.T.). This course emphasizes how to manage M.O.R.E. S.H.I.T.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;If you have further questions, please direct them to our HEAD OF TEACHING, SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TRAINING (H.O.T. S.H.I.T.).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Thank you, BOSS IN GENERAL, SPECIAL HIGH INTENSITY TEACHING (B.I.G. S.H.I.T.).&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;P/S: Now send this S.H.I.T. to 5 or more people who need S.H.I.T. in their life, just not the same person who sent you this S.H.I.T., they have already had their fill of S.H.I.T. Thank You for your time.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;The DIRECTOR UNDER the MICHIGAN BUREAU of SUPER HIGH INTENSITY TEACHING (The D.U.M.B. S.H.I.T.) &lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113317241944829157?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113317241944829157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113317241944829157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113317241944829157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113317241944829157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/shit.html' title='S.H.I.T'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113264845347909518</id><published>2005-11-22T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T00:34:37.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Achieved!</title><content type='html'>Yeah achieved my goal of makin' a DJG blogskin!(JUmp for Joy) http://www.blogskins.com/info/70918&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113264845347909518?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113264845347909518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113264845347909518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113264845347909518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113264845347909518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/achieved.html' title='Achieved!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113230586787796471</id><published>2005-11-18T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T01:24:27.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hairdo!</title><content type='html'>Oh I cut my hair and change my hairstyle! Oh my and it does look a little like Sin Yee's! Haaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113230586787796471?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113230586787796471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113230586787796471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113230586787796471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113230586787796471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-hairdo.html' title='New Hairdo!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113221381777056303</id><published>2005-11-16T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:53:41.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story</title><content type='html'>Hello. Let me tell you guys a story. Since Keiko told hers let me spin mine.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There is this girl who is utterly lazy and no determination. Later she watch DJG and saw e plight of this poor Korean girl she decided to take charge of her life. She is a girl who wasn't popular nor pretty either. She wasn't an outstanding leader or scholar. She wanted to be just like them, a beauty with brains. She wanted a bf she wanted guys to go after her she wanted to top e level she wanted to be e finest leader CTSS produce she wanted to be intelligent so she would be chosen to join competitions and win it of course. But she possess none, none of these. She always wonder why friends who possessed such qualities she alwyas dream and hope to have crave for more aren't they contented? She always wondered. She wanted to scream at these poeple," Be glad with your life!" but she just kept her mouth shut this time round. She believe they would come round one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now she changed her mind. She wouldn't care what others thought about her. She will settle her anxieties(listed above)by makin' her goals, once she achieve those she would be glad. There was a guy who like her. He was one of her closest friend she was shock and happy at e same time for she knew she was liked. This gave her confidence. She started to sit and stand straight she no longer envy her bestest friends Bel and Kei envious no more for she knew there would be always people better or worse than her. But unfortunately she turned him down not that she wanted to break his heart but deep deep inside her heart she love she love love someone else. This someone else has a gf but deep in her small beating heart she hope that he wouldn't love or like her for she didn't want to upset their relationship for this girl can always hide behind the wall and from her vantage point would she look at every single movement he made which warms her heart. Although she heard ugly comments about him, she said,"Its ok, everyone got their flaws!" He is happy she is happy. She wants to be like Da Chang Jin. Her momma heard and commented that don't hope to have such a bitter life but wish that you've that same passion of learning as she does. Yes momma I must do it its no longer will. She didn't mind having a bitter life actually she knows she can take it 'cause its gonna toughen her "lithe" character and body up. She finally dared to admit her mistakes she is one step towards being her greatest idol. She will try her best. She has broken thousands of promises she made for herself but this time she will not and must not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading this girl's story thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/DJGanime2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is a change don't be sad &amp; blue, you should be happy for its somethin' new!"~Sesame Street&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113221381777056303?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113221381777056303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113221381777056303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113221381777056303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113221381777056303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/story.html' title='Story'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113221234705696968</id><published>2005-11-16T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T23:25:47.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Dance</title><content type='html'>This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl&lt;br /&gt;              Make sure to read what is in the closing statement&lt;br /&gt;         AFTER THE POEM             Have you ever watched             On a merry-go round?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Or listened to the rain&lt;br /&gt;             Slapping on the ground?&lt;br /&gt;             Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Or gazed at the sun into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             the fading night?&lt;br /&gt;            You better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Time&lt;br /&gt;is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Do you run through each day&lt;br /&gt;             On the fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            When you ask, "How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Do you hear the reply?             When the day is done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Do you lie in your&lt;br /&gt;bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            With the next hundred chores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Running through your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            You'd better slow down&lt;br /&gt;            Don't dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Time is short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Ever told your&lt;br /&gt;child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             We'll do it tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             And in your haste,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Not seen his sorrow?             Ever lost touch,&lt;br /&gt;             Let the good friendship die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Cause you never had time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            To call and say&lt;br /&gt;hi.            You'd better slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Don't &lt;br /&gt;dance so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Time is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             The music won't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           When you run so fast to get somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            You miss half the fun of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             When&lt;br /&gt;you worry and hurry through your day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            It is like an unopened gift....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Life is not a race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Do take it slower.&lt;br /&gt;            Hear the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Before the song is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            PLEASE&lt;br /&gt;FORWARD THIS TO HELP THIS LITTLE GIRL.  ALL&lt;br /&gt;FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL COUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;             Dear All:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             PLEASE pass this mail on to everybody you know.  It&lt;br /&gt;is the help request of a special little girl who will soon leave&lt;br /&gt;this world as she has cancer.  Thank you for your effort, this&lt;br /&gt;isn't a chain letter but a choice for all of us to save a little&lt;br /&gt;girl that's dying of a serious and fatal form of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Please forward this to everybody you know or don't&lt;br /&gt;know.  This little girl has six months left to live, and as her&lt;br /&gt;dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling &lt;br /&gt;everyone to live&lt;br /&gt;their life to the fullest, since she never will.  She'll never&lt;br /&gt;make it to a prom, graduate from high school, or get married and&lt;br /&gt;have a family of her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            By you sending this to as many people as possible,&lt;br /&gt;you can give her and her family a little hope, because with every&lt;br /&gt;name that this is sent to, The American Cancer Society will donate&lt;br /&gt;three cents per name to her treatment and recovery plan.  One guy&lt;br /&gt;sent this to 500 people!  So I know that you can send it to at&lt;br /&gt; least five or six.  Just think, it could be you one day.  It's not&lt;br /&gt;even your money, just your time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             PLEASE PASS IT ON AS A LAST REQUEST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Dr. Dennis Shields, Professor, Department of&lt;br /&gt;Developmental and Molecular Biology, 1300 Morris Park Ave., Bronx,&lt;br /&gt;New York, 10461&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dream as if you'll live forever..live as if you'll&lt;br /&gt;die&lt;br /&gt;today..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113221234705696968?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113221234705696968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113221234705696968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113221234705696968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113221234705696968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/slow-dance.html' title='Slow Dance'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113219933783824356</id><published>2005-11-16T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:48:57.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>Hello! I am back. This is a read I got from www.funwhenbored.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to annoy your date&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guard your plate with forks and knifes and act like you'll stab anyone who reaches for it, including the waiter. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Collect salt shakers from all the tables in the restaurant, and balance them in a tower formation on your table. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wipe your nose on your date's sleeve. Twice. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Make faces at other patrons, and then sneer at their reactions. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Repeat every third word you say say. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Read a newspaper during the meal, ignoring your date. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Stare at your date's neck, and grind your teeth. Ask if he's a slayer. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Twitch spastically. If asked about it, pretend you don't know what he's talking about. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Every five minutes, circle your table with your arms outstretched while making airplane sounds. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ask for crayons to color the place mat. This is especially fun in fancy places with linen tablecloths. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.When ordering, inquire if the restaurant has any live food. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Without asking, eat off your date's plate. Eat more of his than your own. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Talk with your mouth full and spray crumbs. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Scof down everything on your plate in 30 seconds. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Ask the people at the next table if you can taste their food. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Order something nasty for your date. Act offended if he refuses to eat it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Ask for a seat away from the windows where you have a good view of all exits and can keep your back to the wall. Act nervous. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Order a baked potato as a side dish. When the waiter brings your food, hide the potato, wait a few minutes and ask the waiter for the potato you never got. When the waiter returns, have the first one back up on the plate. Repeat later in the meal. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Throughout the meal, speak in pig latin. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113219933783824356?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113219933783824356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113219933783824356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113219933783824356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113219933783824356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/11/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113081530170612813</id><published>2005-10-31T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T19:21:41.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogskin</title><content type='html'>Plan to make a DJG blogskin. One of my goals for this &amp; next year. Currently I will most probably be on leave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113081530170612813?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113081530170612813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113081530170612813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113081530170612813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113081530170612813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/blogskin.html' title='Blogskin'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113075427931044150</id><published>2005-10-31T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T02:24:40.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dae Jung Guem</title><content type='html'>I'm now at the part where JG knew that Han Shang Gong is her mother's best friend. Its nice!!! Heard there is a "Yi Dao" after Dae Jung Guem. This Yi Dao is JG and Sir Min's son who became a very famous doctor(had his mom's genes). There is DJG anime show and comic oh my! I saw e comic at Popular yesterday. Heard from other DGJ fans that what Sir Min said to JG were very touching. He stood by her side(at e point when she was about to give up: losing her faith) and gave her e strength and support she needed. Oh my the cscriptwriter must have created and ideal man she wanted hahaha what a smartie yeah? Hope to get to e part where love blossomed between JG &amp; Sir Min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/DJGanime3.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/DJGanime2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/DJGanime.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nice pics? Hahaha. I love those pictures but reported in e newspaper that DJG is a real life story narrated in e 21st century. Oh wow I really respect DJG man she rocks! Here are some romance between Sir Min &amp; JG gotten from one of e members in e board. Thank You sooo much! Girls will definitely love this guy's character. Anyway Sir Min became most of his female fans their ideal partner. Where on Earth can you find such a guy nowadays *sigh* too bad no luck for e ladies in this era!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/DJG.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113075427931044150?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113075427931044150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113075427931044150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113075427931044150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113075427931044150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/dae-jung-guem.html' title='Dae Jung Guem'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-113023899257127617</id><published>2005-10-25T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T06:45:22.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorphosis</title><content type='html'>Hahaha hello one and all! When I was in this school I felt totally lost like a lost girl without directions and hope to gain strength but later I realised sooo many things in life that made me grew up in an instance. I no longer crave for beauty, popularity and love or long to be loved by Mr Right I am a new soul whoohoo 3 cheers! I have set my goals straight and I don't really resort to "no P-A-I-N no gain" but more of "there is a will there is a way" &amp; "determination is e key to success". I no longer wanna complain or whine too much 'cuase I finally cultivated more or less a little dose of empathy in me. I am finally taking critism as a self-improvement tool. Oh my thanks so much to Jewel In The Palace! But I am not sure whther it will help me any further in the later episodes. I am really lucky to have such a bunch of friends* in CTSS for cheering me up and being nice when I am down I don't know why I am saying this but I am really grateful to them really! THANKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/LeeYoung-Ae.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Speak only when necessary."~ Joan Wilcorson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-113023899257127617?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/113023899257127617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=113023899257127617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113023899257127617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/113023899257127617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/metamorphosis.html' title='Metamorphosis'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112997875045584151</id><published>2005-10-22T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T03:59:10.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign</title><content type='html'>Just watch Dae Jang Geum( Da Chang Jin ) which actually means in Korean: Jewel In The Palace. Lee Yong-ae have not yet appeared for I am still at e 2nd disk arrrggghhh! Oh my it was so disheartening to see Chang Jin's mother pass away. Chang Jin has to cope alone, poor little girl( yup it is Jo Jung Eun ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/LittleChangJin.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bel like one of the Hong Kong boys we saw presenting at NYGHS. I thought the taller one was cuter though. Anyway it wasn't really that interesting until I made some discovery about the environment that SHOCKED me like the ozone layer which could actually be harmful! Oh my! There were students from Phillipines who are really enthusiastic and thirsting for knowledge and students from Hong Kong who presented to us their project on e air quality and pollution in their countrty plus the measures the government took to improve it. If I am not wrong I stumbled upon Katrina's blog( she is a Hong Konger ) when searching for Dae Jang Geum's pictures. WHat a small world and of course Joan's blog too which made me discovered that she is actually Zheng Ping's friend! What a small world yea? The cantonese song in K's blog was nice but Shi Shi has a nicer Canto pop song in her CD which I planned to borrow it from her hope that she is willing to lend me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A Smile makes a difference."~ Song "A Smile" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112997875045584151?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112997875045584151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112997875045584151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112997875045584151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112997875045584151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/foreign.html' title='Foreign'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112981041054860013</id><published>2005-10-20T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T05:13:30.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Heartbreaking!</title><content type='html'>The sight of my grades are hideous! Esp. my forte... ENGLISH and shockingly I received a very bad grade marked right on my paper! I almost broke down. I was suffering from depression at that time and was unwilling to speak to anyone. Oh my gosh that is just so darn terrible. I HATE my marks. Throughout my whole education this are e worse marks I have ever scored in my ENTIRE LIFE!!! No offense but I TOTALLY DESPISED MY MARKS TO E CORE HATE IT I WANNA SCREAM ALL MY ANGER AND FRUSTRATIONS OUT. My friends were like, "Wow you've HIGH expectations!" and I went, "DUH!" . I can't believe I had such FREAKIN' MARKS FOR THOSE PAPERS. Tomorrow a bunch of us are leaving for NGHS for Sci. conference wow cool right? It may sound cool right now but surprises awaits us on e way. OOPSY Weiqi competition &amp; e sci. conference clashes arrggghhh!!! My scheldule is sooo busy this holidays: Practice and rush through piano theory, choir exchange on e 11th Nov, drama practices for 4 days to prepare us to go for competition, tennis &amp; golf lessons, sports training &amp; perhaps my parents are thinkn' of bringing e whole family to Hong Kong but definitely NOT goin' Disnely Land 'cause mom said LA's DL is considered small, Hong Kong's DL do NOT EVEN HAVE ANY THRILLING rides...pathetic! Hope my "satisfactory" grades are enough to persuade my mom to bring us there. Although I LOVE TO TRAVEL but I just don't feel like goin' anywhere this year just wanna stay at home at do my own stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Look for e pros and cons"~ J.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112981041054860013?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112981041054860013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112981041054860013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112981041054860013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112981041054860013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-heartbreaking.html' title='Its Heartbreaking!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112945025345843391</id><published>2005-10-16T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T01:14:27.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Weather</title><content type='html'>Decided to go jogging &amp; do some tennis as well as some table tennis if I have the sapre time. But too bad its raining heavily outside, DARN! Wanted to find some pictures on models modelling sports brands like Nike anyway e models are so cool man, but unfortunately, couldn't find any but found  a website which says that BOYS who are ATLETIC are actually more "sexually active"! Oh my gosh, so girls better take note not to date guys that are too sporty! This entry is so DARN SHORT! SORRY! I need to tons of stuff. Goodbye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/MariaSharapova.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There has always been something wholesome about Sporty Spice - and with good reason, according to new research. Adolescent girls who take after their back-flipping role model have less sex than their non-athlete peers, say scientists. They also lose their virginity later, and have fewer sex partners.For boys, however, sporting prowess may be associated with 'a sexually aggressive ethic of masculinity' ".~  www.scienceagogo.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112945025345843391?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112945025345843391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112945025345843391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112945025345843391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112945025345843391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/rainy-weather.html' title='Rainy Weather'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112937276974323609</id><published>2005-10-15T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T00:45:46.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Story</title><content type='html'>I am a girl who always procrastinates in the past. I've always wanted a handsome prince and a near to perfect life. HA. But there is nothin' as perfect. The near to fairytale lives like having cute boys and being rich, popular and pretty ALWAYS HAPPENS ON MY BEST FRIENDS!!! I was always dissapointed 'cause of that. It happened like tons of times. But now I've overcame such ludicrous stuff. I am officially free of such fantasy prison. I no longer bother about the cute guys or whatever. Indeed I've grwon and matured. I've sort out my thoughts so precisely during my stay in CTSS whcih played a major role in my character makeover. I should instead focus more on realistic things and be more down-to-earth. Thanks to e inspiring books like "I am a genuis so are you" by Adam Khoo and "How To Make Friends And Influence People For Teen Girls" by Donna Dale Carniege. These 2 wonderful authors have successfully gave me a strong urge to show the strong side of me and be a young woman of substance. Thank you very much. Why am I jhaving so much "Thank-You" notes in my entries as I am not gonna blog sonner or later unless I somethin' to share with my fellow readers out there about my experiences which taught me real-life lessons shall I put up an entry. I am sick and tired of despising myself and underestimating my capability of doin' and succeeding in things which caused me overwhelming pain in my heart that seem like a welded knife piercing into my small heart. I am gonna change for e better. If mom sees this she is definitely gonna comment that "ACTIONS ARE LOUDER THAN WORDS". But I am willing to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/CinderellaStory.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't think of superficial stuff like the way you look and the way you dress or even what others think you you. Focus on building self-motivation and character instead"~ Donna Dale Carniege&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112937276974323609?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112937276974323609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112937276974323609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112937276974323609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112937276974323609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/no-story.html' title='No Story'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112937058938170042</id><published>2005-10-15T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T03:05:12.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its A Girl's Thing*</title><content type='html'>I am a totally feminine girl oh my that is SOOO TOTALLY NOT ME. I MORE into guy's stuff like guns, martial atrs and oh I think skirts are sooo toatlly UNCONVENIENT. More of caps rather than hats. More of jeans and pants rather than skirts! More of sports rather than shopping.More of rocking guitar girl rather than gentle guzheng girl. Alto rather than soprano. Sports shoe rather than open-toed shoes or flip flops. It really puzzles me why people always associates me with girly stuff oh my! More than 5 boys did that. GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Anyway after bowling I realise I kinda like it. Just bought my sport shoe. Its reebok from royal sporting house. Fortunatley I didn't bought the orange watch(I am wearing a purple watch if ya notice)which I thought of it as funky. Or else I did be all orange from head to toe if I wears e sport shoe. ( Sorry I can't upload a pic. of a real revolver which I like very much 'cause I don't wanna get into trouble with the authorities, its better safe than never. Sorry, though I had strong urge to! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It takes time to see through you."~ J.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/waterguns.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112937058938170042?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112937058938170042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112937058938170042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112937058938170042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112937058938170042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-girls-thing.html' title='Its A Girl&apos;s Thing*'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112935805045209856</id><published>2005-10-14T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T01:51:29.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildness &amp; The Know-It-Alls</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Girl Can Go Wild&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday on e way back on e train from Pasir Ris, SP, Kei Kei and me talked. Kei Kei suddenly told me that she assume that I am a girl who is a little crazy but not up to that extreme but more of e wild girl type. Finally someone has e guts and told me that. I am waitin' for that from someone is CTSS. Finally. She told me that I can be the dirt-bike lass more of Avril Lavigne. Dirt-bike kind? Yeah maybe I can accept that. But Avril? NO WAY! I am different from her ya know. She is a ROCKER, HARD ROCKER CHIC! I ma more of a "salad kind" as in there is different versions of me ya know. The name of this blog is "This Girl Can Go Wild". But as a girl who do not betray her moral values and core values even if I decided to have fun and go wild for 1 day I have my limits. I don't do drugs I don't go around dressing skimpily or shouts vulgarities and hurls curses. One of e reason is 'cause I like challenges e other could be because I am under e influence of e Americans as I have grow up in an English-educated environment. But I am NOT IMITATING or could be my love for gyrating to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Know-It-Alls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; There are quite a lot of my people who thinks they know me. But NO little people do. The ones who know me pretty well are Bel Bel, SP &amp; Kei Kei. You guys thanks a lot for being with me when I am down. Thank You very much. People said to me, "YOu're not yourself!" I was like hello HOW LONG have you know me? Pahtetic few  months, have you ever seen me BEING MYSELF? NO! But nevermind there will be a chance to let you get to know me well and allow me enter YOUR WORLD someday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You will be surprised how easy it is to open up is so healing! Speak let it out...Breathe. Let it out give it to me. The more you say the more I am at ease!"~ Lindsay Lohan's Speak&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/KarateCap.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112935805045209856?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112935805045209856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112935805045209856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112935805045209856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112935805045209856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/wildness-know-it-alls.html' title='Wildness &amp; The Know-It-Alls'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112929119350290359</id><published>2005-10-14T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T04:59:53.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-stop Actions</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Fun&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh the theme park was closed today. We went Pasir Ris Park and do some sports. Bel bel, Shi Shi, Carmen went on bicycles and SP and Chubbie wen on e 2 seater type. Guess what? They look like aunty and uncle lughing all e way. Oh my goshhhh it was DARN hilarious. Hahaha. Renz taught Keiko and me how to roller-skate. It was FUN, not fun actually but more of...PURE FUN!!! Woohoo I love it yeah yeah. With some coaching from e coah I sort of got e hang of it. Later we went bowling and oh my it was really nice. It is the first time in my life I tried my hands on bowling. It was "pretty good" too! The more I tried to learn the more it couldn't roll straight oonto the lane! Arrgggghhh! HAHAHA IT WAS REALLY FUN!!! I HAD A SMASHING GOODDDDDD TIME YEAH BABY! SHAKE YOUR BOOTIES! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Focus, concentrate and relax..."~ J.T&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112929119350290359?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112929119350290359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112929119350290359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112929119350290359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112929119350290359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/non-stop-actions.html' title='Non-stop Actions'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112918057058866288</id><published>2005-10-12T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T04:39:14.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak</title><content type='html'>In this episode, I will be talkin' a little about my past and continue with my journal at e same time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; I was once an arrogant snob is Primary SCH. I always hold a leadership or more than one every year. I was also a prefect. My grades have always been pretty good, I was sporty(I love running), I am a teacher's pet and I'm quite popular among my friends as well. Whenever there is a guy who have a crush on me, guess what? Deep in heart, I am thinking," Boy stop dreaming, I am too good for you!" Wow sounds mean right? I have always think that I am e best. Hahaha. But after entering CTSS, I have learnt just SOOO many things! My mom told me," You've finally grown up!" There are just quite a number things I've achieved! Woohoo! I have grown more gutsy yeah baby! I 've realised how weak my chracter was in e past 'cause I was a total perfectionist. Now I am still one though I've to admit but not to e extreme like Shi Shi. This is just a little piece of me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Exams are over! 3 cheers! I've not bothered by my looks for weeks yeah congrats! Kei Kei and SP had a really ludicrous and absurd idea: GIVING ME A MAKEVOER! Darn! I can't believe it! They picked out all my "FLAWS" and I was like "WOWO guys I didn't know I was LIKE THAT?( MAKE A FACE )!" We went to Lot 1's clothing shop and took a look. Both frantic hyristical aunties went straight to the clothes and started pickin'(they're not purchasing that day!) the clothes and mumbling which piece look better on me. Arrrggghhh! SP commented that I portray the "innocent and cutsey girl look" which is totally...Y-U-C-K-S I H-A-T-E cutesy girl image that's the worse of e worse!!!!!!!! I prefer the sporty look. I am gonna purchase my sports shoe soon, it would be either Nike or Addidas or perhaps Reebok. I desperately need a pair for my  training*. I lectured them on how important it is to save money for rainy days, charities and causes or for themselves they went Whateverrrrrrrr. Urrrrrrgggggggg feel like explodin' and they just kept continuing picking out those clothes wich I don't like AT ALL. Wanna play tennis with Bel Bel one of these days but don't wanna go to her condo I am too lazy to go there it is situated at Bukit Panjang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Don't wanna guess, not a test, tell me what you're thinkin',Keep it real, no big deal, tell me what you're dreamin'"~ Lindsay Lohan's Speak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/H.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112918057058866288?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112918057058866288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112918057058866288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112918057058866288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112918057058866288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/10/speak.html' title='Speak'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112679083561624248</id><published>2005-09-15T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T06:27:15.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Lease OF ENERGY!</title><content type='html'>Haha. All of a sudden I just realise EVERYTHING...well almost. I am glad to be myself and express my true feelin's. Today's entry is kinda boring and plain. SORRY. Gotta go byeeeeeee. Good lukc for the upcoming exams! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112679083561624248?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112679083561624248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112679083561624248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112679083561624248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112679083561624248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-lease-of-energy.html' title='A New Lease OF ENERGY!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112626094357355611</id><published>2005-09-09T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T03:19:17.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperate Worshipper</title><content type='html'>There are many different types of "worshippers" I've come across.Although it may sound REALLYYY EXAGGERATING BUT THAT'S HOW I SEE IT. These are the few.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once when bel bel, shing and me went to Fuji, we met a zealot arrggg! He is from a christian church located in Geylang. He "persuaded"(it is a nicer word)us to be Christians and asked us to say the prayer. S* was waiting at the library and that guy wouldn't let us off! S* called bel and sounded really angry, impatient over the phone. That guy MADE us say the prayer!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I use to be a follower but now I'm to lead. I once followed a "friend" around and I knew she detested me for "following around". She treated me not very nicely and so I H-A-T-E-D her to THE CORE!!! Years later, I realised "HATE" is a very strong word. Everyone must learn to forgive and forget. I buried the hatchet and smiled at her everytime I saw her. I can also see that she change alot(for the better) over the past few years. I'm glad I'm freed from "The Belljar" I am myself. I follow good examples(not the bad ones DUH!) and I learn to lead. I hope fervently that 10 years down the road would be a successful future for me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are fans out there who pratically "worships" their idols. Yes I admit I am an ardent of Hilary Duff. But I am definitely NOT "FANATIC" nor "CRAZY". I just simply admire her. The girl who has many bless features than any morals I've seen besides Kelly Clarkson in the showbiz. I've heard fans who spent a bomb on buying stuff related to their idols. But I am NOT! I refused to buy Hilary's new album as I know I just shouldn't spend my parents' hard-earned money and my savings(which I keep for rainy days) on these things. I am a good girl ya know!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Always think about the consequences before you act"~H.JT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112626094357355611?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112626094357355611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112626094357355611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112626094357355611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112626094357355611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/desperate-worshipper.html' title='Desperate Worshipper'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112591868057069304</id><published>2005-09-05T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T04:13:15.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Moved My Cheese?</title><content type='html'>Crushes!(WARNING:CONTENT COULD BE WAY MORE"MATURE"than topic stated!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When all of us reach the pubescent years. All these came naturally-infatuation! Girls dream of going to the prom with her dream guy perhaps and most likely the hottie of the year. The boys would wanna ask the best-looking girls around the campus, girls with silky black hair, supple body, big beautiful eyes, perfect smooth skin. But the more mature ones in the herd of immature teenagers would appreciate the intelligent, talented whom they admire long ago to the beautiful and sexy. The most important thing is not beauty but the RESPECT you yearned for yourself. If the beautiful could work herself towards success people with marvel,"LUCKY GIRL what a BEAUTY WITH BRAINS." But the Plain Janes out there need not worry about being brainy but lack of substantial beuaty. You may now be wondering,"in stead of a rainbow arc of infatuation love's fulfilmeant, it was this broken, crooked truncation of a dream." This is not the case. All you have to do is leash your full potential in whatever you do. Your Prince will happen to realise it one day. AND THE MOST CRUCIAL THING OF PROCRASTINATION OF BEING A GREAT BEAUTY IS NOT TO REQUEST TOO MUCH FROM GOD. BE CONTENT WITH WHAT YOU HAVE NOW. THERE ARE POOR KIDS OUT THERE WHO LIVE IN POVERTY AND THERE ARE MANY OUT THERE WHO ARE BORN UNBLESSED BUT THEY LIVE LIVES TO THE FULLEST AND SO EVENTUALLY THEY BECAME THE HEORES AND HEROINES IN OUR LIVES AND ROLE MODELS. THEY GAVE A NEW ASPECT OF LIFE TO THOSE PESSIMISTS OUT THERE INSTEAD OF A BLEAK PROSPECT WHICH THEY HAVE IN MIND! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Always look on the bright side of life de dum de dum de dum de dum..."~A Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/LizzieMcguire2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112591868057069304?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112591868057069304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112591868057069304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112591868057069304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112591868057069304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/who-moved-my-cheese.html' title='Who Moved My Cheese?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112580465670179312</id><published>2005-09-03T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T20:30:56.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME!</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/Meinmyyoungerdays.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112580465670179312?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112580465670179312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112580465670179312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112580465670179312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112580465670179312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/me.html' title='ME!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112580349904705566</id><published>2005-09-03T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T20:26:34.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Angels Enthroned, Devils lurked</title><content type='html'>You know, sometimes I really feel ugly inside. I feel so so so...mean. People around me said I change alot and I am not myself anymore...But if I don't change for the B-E-T-T-E-R, I WILL SUFFER FROM DEPRESSION. People nowadys are just so...demanding! They corner you like a bully till you have no options left. But fortunatley super heroines are there to save you, like your mom, your extremely close girlfriends and perhaps some "passerbys" who supports justice. They wouldn't even bother about hurting your feelings and they even appear in your nightmares booing you. That is sooo darn freaky! I have gained powers and became the mighty heroine over a few weeks. With these powers, I have learnt to shut off from all these mean nasty words and look and the BRIGHTER SIDE of ALL things n the world at the same time forgive and forget all these mean angels in the bodies of my friends, learn to be REALLY GOOD friends with THEIR KIND ANGEL. I the Mighty will work hard at all cost and stick to my moral values and beliefs. I the Powerful will influence and enlighten the dark souls. I the....the...the...Hui Ling will...will...do it! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/CharlieAngels.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I refuse to play anybody. I just want to be myself. Even though the fairytales I always wish for are played in real life on my friends, it will not bother me for I will have my own movie and my own fairytale story I created. Even though there is no audience in my show I will treat this as a pitiful chance for those who do not know how to aprreciate this wonderful show that will be directed and produced by this gorgeous and wonderful young woman of the 21st century." ~H.JT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112580349904705566?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112580349904705566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112580349904705566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112580349904705566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112580349904705566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/where-angels-enthroned-devils-lurked.html' title='Where Angels Enthroned, Devils lurked'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112580240114851227</id><published>2005-09-03T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T20:25:28.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Catastrophe In New Orleans</title><content type='html'>The levee at New Orleans broke and flooded the town. Many evacuated from the diaster scene. Despair on 'refugee" Highway that they "begged, limped, cried". There was absolutely no supplies of food, many was hungy, no shelter from scorching sun which left their throats parched and dry. Why did help took so long?  Why is there no aid to save them from this calamity? Many died while awaiting for help to arrive. We must try to help these suffering people by perhaps donating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/NewOrleansAid.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112580240114851227?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112580240114851227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112580240114851227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112580240114851227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112580240114851227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/catastrophe-in-new-orleans.html' title='The Catastrophe In New Orleans'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112566435827840397</id><published>2005-09-02T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T05:32:38.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloopers!</title><content type='html'>Oh my oh my! We have loads of projects on hand currently. I have to finish the maths project, write the script for literature, and finish the holiday homework and read the chinese story book filled with tough words. I hope to complete them soon so I can have ample time to revise my work for the next upcoming test and most importantly the E-X-A-M!!! I worry about my grades day and night. Oh my gosh I am really really busy and simply no time for any of my own activities unless I did all my assignments well and quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have recently been doing alot of self-reflection lately. I really think there is a problem with me. I am way too SENSITIVE!!! I gotta change and I am at a midst of it. I don't allow any other gossipers bog me down anymore. I will try to deal things in a better way. I make sure I work hard. If I don't achieve good results I will serously gonna hate myself. I am really glad cause I no longer wants to compete with any of my classmates or friends or even my relatives as I don't see what I gain out it although I L-O-V-E doing in in primary and people L-O-V-E to challenge me. But I still L-O-V-E challenges though. You know why? I read from one book and came across a really logical reasoning from a really wise guy. I would like to share with all of you:D . It read,"Your opponent is not others, it is yourself. You should be challenging yourself."~Some guy out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112566435827840397?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112566435827840397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112566435827840397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112566435827840397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112566435827840397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/bloopers.html' title='Bloopers!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112557341255515463</id><published>2005-09-01T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T04:16:52.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its In My DNA</title><content type='html'>Blossoming into a young lady is a journey fill with ups and downs, surprises and dilemmas. A while ago, I fell into a reverie of my childhood years. Let me share a few things with you about some methods which MAY come in handy met with such situations.( These are what I think!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls on BFS&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Before gettin' one,learn martial arts!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*After gettin' one,don't wear miniskirts and forget about low cut tops unless you can be sure he is not a lustful one!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Whatever things he bought for you,keep them in good condition so you can return him when you 2 break up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you don't know him well,its advisable not to date him(DUH!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you think somethin' is wrong with the relationship,try to work it out and talk to him. If it still cannot be helped then its the best to go your separate ways.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will not give tips on boys cause I don't see a need to since a little number boys are interested in readin' my blog.Apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Relationship so unpredictable unless both parties are willing to put effort."~J.H.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112557341255515463?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112557341255515463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112557341255515463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112557341255515463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112557341255515463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-in-my-dna.html' title='Its In My DNA'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112555332398891598</id><published>2005-08-31T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T03:56:47.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still A Little Girl At Heart</title><content type='html'>Read some books last night. Found out something on sciences, quite cool actually. Today I served the net and my what aroused my interest again was Disney as our CME project require us to look up on bears. We even included Winnie The Pooh! Since young, I love Disney. They are just so fantastic and magical. I loveee all cartoon characters thay Walt Disney created. He such a genius! I made a picture. But not really made, more of "edited". I love it. Its here look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/Disney.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them." ~ Walt&lt;br /&gt;Disney ·&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112555332398891598?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112555332398891598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112555332398891598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112555332398891598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112555332398891598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/still-little-girl-at-heart.html' title='Still A Little Girl At Heart'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112546535119684889</id><published>2005-08-30T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:17:25.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you just say?</title><content type='html'>Ha. My friend my HCI(Hwa Chong) taught me a vocab word which is no longer in use already. Since I am such a generous person I shall thereby teach you this word. It is...Xanthippe. Haha stumped? I am not telling you the meaning! You gotta search it YOURSELF. I doubt the teachers know this "ancient" word. Anyway, just came back from school(both pri. and sec.). Pri. school teacher couldn't be found so I went home. I am gettin' reallyyyyyy bored. No one on MSN. *Sigh*. Just ate my medicine. My flu and cough are gettin' better! 3 cheers! Gotta go off early to do my own stuff. I haven't done my favourite activities for a long time. This time I am not gonna sign off anymore like I used to cause I am goin' for an &lt;em&gt;au neutral&lt;/em&gt;. I prefer it that way. Gotta go now bye guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"They may forget what you said, but they will never forget how you made them feel." -Carl W. Buechner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112546535119684889?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112546535119684889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112546535119684889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112546535119684889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112546535119684889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/what-did-you-just-say.html' title='What did you just say?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112540202429658837</id><published>2005-08-30T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T04:40:24.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear! What Can The Matter Be?</title><content type='html'>Oh Dear,my my! My grades have been slippin' lately. Ya know why? 'Cause I don't revise my work!!! That is my greatest regrets. I chatted with one of my male friends on MSN previously. I told most of the contents to another girlfriend. Recently, she chatted with him and told me how she could relate to this guy. Suddenly, I have this notion that she could have develpoed a crush on him and jealous or does the problem lies in me being overly sensitive? I guess so. Anyway I don't really bother. I can't believe I am makin' a mountain out of a molehill! I am really afraid I will fail this time's geography test. But nevermind, if I really do, I will work harder and PAY ATTENTION IN CLASS! I couldn't help but wonder at times whether I am simply dumb or is it because of my poor concentration. I am hoping its neither...praying fervently...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112540202429658837?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112540202429658837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112540202429658837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112540202429658837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112540202429658837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-dear-what-can-matter-be.html' title='Oh Dear! What Can The Matter Be?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112522731202232122</id><published>2005-08-28T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T04:29:39.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Mirror On The Wall, Who is The Prettiest of Them All?</title><content type='html'>I have been really beauty conscious lately.There is this metaphor,"As honest as mirrors". I stared a the mirror and reflected back was a girl with short dark brown and black hair, small almond eyes, a long nose and a pair of small pinkish lips and I compared myself with a pretty friend of mine who has nice falling hair, big brown hazel eyes, a small stub nose and a slim lips which parts to reveal her pearl-whities. This stupid comparison and contrast caused a little dent to my self-esteem and my confidence which I used to exude no matter what. I began to wonder the importance of beauty and its role it plays in my high school which may in fact yearn one more popularity,friends,cute guys and a string of praises of those beauty one blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But later did I realise beauty wasn't at all crucial, character is what matters. That beauty queen wasn't at all THAT popular though she is infamous for her prettiness and people who praises her like a devoted monk to his chants are mainly people out there who LACKS confidence and an EXTREMELY LOW self-esteem and these people not only FLATTERS but they also on the other hand tries to IMITATE them and in turn DESPISES themselves. Then, I reminisense of the old days in elementary school when I fell for an average Joe who to me was the most Charming Prince. See? "BEAUTY COMES FROM THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER". This saying is not used to comfort anyone but it is a F-A-C-T. Girls out there don't bother whether that cute guy likes you cause most of them turns out to be jerks(you will discover this truth sooner or later). Normally what you perceives will be relfected in your actions and behaviour. This will eventually leads to people thinking that you ARE REALLY UGLY. So, your mentality also matters. I recommend you to listen to Hilary Duff's"I am", her advisory lyrics: &lt;em&gt;I am special, I ma beautiful, I am powerful, wonderful&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/EverythingHasItsBeauty.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112522731202232122?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112522731202232122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112522731202232122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112522731202232122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112522731202232122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/mirror-mirror-on-wall-who-is-prettiest.html' title='Mirror Mirror On The Wall, Who is The Prettiest of Them All?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112366627254833848</id><published>2005-08-10T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T02:31:12.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Summer Ride is a Mustang Convertible&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyoursummerridequiz/mustang-convertible.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're out to experience the very best of summer.&lt;br /&gt;From the best beaches to the best tan, you want it all!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyoursummerridequiz/"&gt;What's Your Summer Ride?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112366627254833848?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112366627254833848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112366627254833848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112366627254833848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112366627254833848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112307786448684386</id><published>2005-08-03T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T07:04:24.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Polyamory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/polyamory.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to have your cake... and everyone else's.&lt;br /&gt;Which isn't a bad thing, if everyone else gets to eat too!&lt;br /&gt;You're too much of a free spirit to be tied down by a traditional relationship.&lt;br /&gt;You think relationships should be open and free, with few restrictions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz"&gt;What's Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112307786448684386?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112307786448684386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112307786448684386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112307786448684386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112307786448684386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112307762781922514</id><published>2005-08-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T07:00:27.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hIDDEN tALENT...rEALLY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You're super sensitive and easily able to understand situations.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to solve complex problems in a flash, without needing a lot of facts.&lt;br /&gt;Decision making is easy for you. You have killer intuition.&lt;br /&gt;The right path is always clear, and you're a bit of a visionary.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112307762781922514?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112307762781922514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112307762781922514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112307762781922514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112307762781922514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/hidden-talentreally.html' title='hIDDEN tALENT...rEALLY?'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112307744675963177</id><published>2005-08-03T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T06:57:26.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tadaaaa... :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E1E1E1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/shortestpersonalitytest/white.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pure, moral, and adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to blend into your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;Shy on the outside, you're outspoken to your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe that you live a virtuous life...&lt;br /&gt;And you tend to judge others with a harsh eye.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, people tend to crave your approval.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/worldsshortestpersonalitytest/"&gt;The World's Shortest Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112307744675963177?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112307744675963177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112307744675963177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112307744675963177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112307744675963177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/tadaaaa-d.html' title='Tadaaaa... :D'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-112307727332176523</id><published>2005-08-03T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T06:54:33.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Hui Ling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: sans-serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#B1F989"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The True You&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ABF795"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be together with you always, no matter when or where.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A5F4A0"&gt;With respect to money, you spend as little as possible.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9FF2AC"&gt;You think good luck might come your way, but if it does you'll be so surprised you'll burst out laughing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98EFB7"&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be satisfied to care for things with a minimal amount of effort.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#92EDC3"&gt;You have a tendency to overdo things, but basically you value your friendships highly.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#8CEACE"&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you make opportunities to interact with many people through club activities or a hobby, then select someone you like.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's the True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-112307727332176523?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/112307727332176523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=112307727332176523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112307727332176523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/112307727332176523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-hui-ling.html' title='This is Hui Ling!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111936472778222975</id><published>2005-06-21T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T18:10:01.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brrand New Me!</title><content type='html'>A Brand New Mw&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Created my first blogskin yeah! Well I decide to change for the better. I would change my untidy handwriting for a much neater one and stop being lazy and start working hard for a better future. I will kick the habit of procrastinating and concentrate on my studies and my own personal life. I want to change my habit of arguing with teachers' and invading their privacy.  I want to stop myuself from being a busybody even though another being's business is much more interesting! Only thesse few changes are gonna take place don't worry people I'm still gonna be me but with a little less flaws. I will not blog for a while as I am gonna be busy with schoolwork and my other activities. Apologies. Princeton and Harvard here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jade&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21st June 2005&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pursuing My Dreams And Living My Life!&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111936472778222975?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111936472778222975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111936472778222975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111936472778222975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111936472778222975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/brrand-new-me.html' title='A Brrand New Me!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111840315242987436</id><published>2005-06-10T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T04:40:26.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being an Ice Princess For A Few Hours...</title><content type='html'>Being an Ice Princess For A Few Hours...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/IcePrincess.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really cool, as in being "cold". I went with a few friends to Fuji Ice-Skating Place. It was the first time in my entire 13 years of life I've skated. I was both exicited and scared. And I fell only once. Then when friends saw that I was struggling sooo hard, they suggested that I use the metal thingy and I fell even with it can ya believe that? Suddenly they played a Happy Birthday ong and from holes near the projector came foam. It was really beautiful.The best thing was I managed to skate without that metal thingy and and railing and without the support from friends. But the sad thing was when I was changing back into my casual clothes preparing to go off, they played my favourite music(!!!), its Disney's "A Whole New World". I was like WHAT THE!!! But at least I got a chance to hear it. It was great to be an "Ice Princess" for just that few hours a great moment that is gonna be etched in my mind...( Psss...I know its very gutsy of me to call myself a princess but just give in for once!) I was feeling Deja Vu during that few moments skating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th June05&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I was wearing that crown on my head it was a great feeling...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111840315242987436?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111840315242987436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111840315242987436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111840315242987436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111840315242987436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/being-ice-princess-for-few-hours.html' title='Being an Ice Princess For A Few Hours...'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111805488046204704</id><published>2005-06-06T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T03:48:00.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys To My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 12pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#FF99CC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The Keys to Your Heart&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FF9FD2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are attracted to obedience and warmth.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFA6D9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFACDF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB3E6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFB9EC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFBFF2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFC6F9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think of marriage pessimistically. You don't think happy marriages exist anymore.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111805488046204704?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111805488046204704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111805488046204704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111805488046204704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111805488046204704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/keys-to-my-heart.html' title='Keys To My Heart'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111805465996282323</id><published>2005-06-06T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T03:44:19.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The True Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: sans-serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#B1F989"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The True You&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ABF795"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more relaxed, calm, and composed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A5F4A0"&gt;With respect to money, you spend whatever you have.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9FF2AC"&gt;You think good luck depends on maintaining good relationships with others.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98EFB7"&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be reluctant to accept things as they are. And you are prone to think negatively.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#92EDC3"&gt;You are tend to think about others' feelings a lot, perhaps because you are so eager to be liked.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#8CEACE"&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you base your search on information from your friends.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's the True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111805465996282323?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111805465996282323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111805465996282323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111805465996282323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111805465996282323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/true-me.html' title='The True Me'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111805404495732237</id><published>2005-06-06T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T03:34:04.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joyful Cries</title><content type='html'>Joyful Cries&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to "Vienna Buffet" yesterday. The food was so damn lip-smacking I simply LOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE it esp.the oyster, the Buddha Jump Over The Wall, the lobster etc...Its located at the basement of United Square. I highly recommend this restaurant! (*sigh*) I've been kinda busy lately. Have to go ta Science Centre for voluntary work this wed and thurs from 11am-5pm its gonna be tiring. The following day, will be going ice-skating(really hope I will not get hurt and this whole ice-skating thingy will turn out well...)and watching Madagascar. MANY homework not yet done arrrggghhh!!! JUST HOPE I will finish them real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6thJune05&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*May Wishes And Sweet Dreams Come True*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111805404495732237?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111805404495732237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111805404495732237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111805404495732237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111805404495732237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/joyful-cries.html' title='Joyful Cries'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111768165707767334</id><published>2005-06-01T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:07:37.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary</title><content type='html'>Diary&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot things happen lately. Missed the X-Files trip cause I'm afraid nightmares will haunt me...Went to Fort Canning its kinda cool with all those small passages leading to different locations. These passages are kinda dark and some of the girls' screamed haha I'm of them too its was so hilarious. Miss Toh added more maths homework mt goodness its ALOT. I'm gonna be busy this holiday. Doin' project with my fellow group memebers tomorrow at the Jurong East Library. Annabel and I went to search for the library so we know the way tomorrow. We saw Hui Ting and her friend at KFC. We then went Fuji Ice-Skating place to check out the prices and GUESS WHAT? We saw Shawn Lee and another teenage actress. She is really pretty. Shawn was damn cute!!! Then that actress waved to us. Shawn then smiled back haha didn't know me and Annbel is sooooo fortunate!!!HAHA. Having 2nd audition today feel really nervous cause we are gonna sing in the hall on the stage oh my gosh that's like TERRIBLE. Some of my friends and classmates are having their Chinese Oral today GOOD LUCK GUYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd June&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*May Wishes And Dreams Come True*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111768165707767334?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111768165707767334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111768165707767334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111768165707767334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111768165707767334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/06/diary.html' title='Diary'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111742548132682839</id><published>2005-05-29T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T21:06:32.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Element</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/ice.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;" border="0" alt="Ice element"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your element is Ice. This element may seem a little&lt;br&gt;odd, but this is a side-effect from when the&lt;br&gt;element of Water gets to hurt. Once you were a&lt;br&gt;content soul, and happy with life. But then&lt;br&gt;something happened. Not necessarily on one day,&lt;br&gt;it probably happened gradually over time. You&lt;br&gt;lost your will to care and became even more&lt;br&gt;reserved from the world. People had hurt you in&lt;br&gt;ways you do not want to remember and now you&lt;br&gt;isolate yourself from them. You have turned&lt;br&gt;into an outsider and probably dress more in&lt;br&gt;black than you used to. Your depression is&lt;br&gt;eating you up and tearing you apart and the&lt;br&gt;worst part is that no one is willing to help,&lt;br&gt;or so it seems. In school you are often by&lt;br&gt;yourself or one single friend and you rarely&lt;br&gt;seem to be truly happy anymore. Your sad,&lt;br&gt;distant eyes and constant frown seems glued to&lt;br&gt;your face and you need a saviour from this&lt;br&gt;world. You may turn to music for understanding&lt;br&gt;and sing/scream along in the lyrics to get rid&lt;br&gt;of some pain. You are not very open about your&lt;br&gt;problems to your family/friends, and wish that&lt;br&gt;they would just notice it and make it go away.&lt;br&gt;Rate and message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/PainfulBliss/quizzes/What%20is%20your%20element%3F%20%5Bwith%20pics%20%2B%207%20outcomes%20%2B%20detailed%20answeres!%5D/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What is your element? 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&lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Sign of Affection Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111742291967525220?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111742291967525220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111742291967525220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111742291967525220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111742291967525220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-kind-of-affection.html' title='What Kind Of Affection'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111742120738013120</id><published>2005-05-29T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T19:46:47.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xxhazeleyesxx/quizzes/What%20attracts%20people%20to%20you%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xxhazeleyesxx/1055197219_liaresults.JPG" border="0" alt="People like you becuase you're smart!"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What attracts people to you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111742120738013120?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111742120738013120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111742120738013120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111742120738013120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111742120738013120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-girl.html' title='Me Girl'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111733839584559208</id><published>2005-05-28T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T20:46:35.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which STARWARS Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.liquidgeneration.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.liquidgeneration.com/quiz/images//Card_AnakinSkywalker.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111733839584559208?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111733839584559208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111733839584559208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111733839584559208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111733839584559208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/which-starwars-character.html' title='Which STARWARS Character'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111726174235262819</id><published>2005-05-27T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T23:29:02.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind Of Girl I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Elemental-Cat-Demon/1110932299_h252520bow.jpg" border="0" alt="HASH(0x8b78e58)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the warrior anime girl.You are the type&lt;br&gt;that can start a fight and win.You are very&lt;br&gt;strong and can beat anyone up (but just don't&lt;br&gt;^_~) and some people can be afraid of you but&lt;br&gt;alot of people admire your strength and want to&lt;br&gt;be just like you well the people that want to&lt;br&gt;fight.You can defend yourself very easily and&lt;br&gt;can probably handle some kind of weapon.You&lt;br&gt;have a short temper(like me)and get angry&lt;br&gt;easily but you can be really nice at times&lt;br&gt;^_^and once a fighter always a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Elemental-Cat-Demon/quizzes/If%20You%20Were%20An%20Anime%20Character%20What%20Would%20You%20Look%20Like%3F(Girls%20Only)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;If You Were An Anime Character What Would You Look Like?(Girls Only)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111726174235262819?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111726174235262819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111726174235262819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111726174235262819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111726174235262819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-kind-of-girl-i-am.html' title='What Kind Of Girl I am'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111726039095957545</id><published>2005-05-27T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T23:06:30.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Girl Am I</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cozmicstar/1102887423_igentloner.jpg" border="0" alt="me"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're like me! The intelligent loner. You're shy&lt;br&gt;at times but friendly, and you are never weak&lt;br&gt;and always independent. You are incredibly&lt;br&gt;intelligent (wise beyond your years) and have a&lt;br&gt;talent for many things (sports, music, art).&lt;br&gt;You have a kind and warm personality and enjoy&lt;br&gt;the simple things. Like hanging out with&lt;br&gt;friends and watching movies at home. But you're&lt;br&gt;sometimes quiet nature makes you a bit of an&lt;br&gt;outcast and a mystery to people. No matter how&lt;br&gt;pretty you are or smart or athletic, you just&lt;br&gt;can't seem to break into the crowd and be&lt;br&gt;noticed. Don't worry, try to be more outgoing&lt;br&gt;and speak out when you have more to say. Don't&lt;br&gt;hide behind your books and sports and computer,&lt;br&gt;get out there and get noticed. You also have&lt;br&gt;deep desires in life and feel vunerable and&lt;br&gt;alone at times. Don't feel sad either, What&lt;br&gt;helps me to express feelings and dreams that I&lt;br&gt;can't say to people, is through my writting.&lt;br&gt;Maybe you should try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cozmicstar/quizzes/What%20kind%20of%20girl%20are%20you%3F%20(with%20pix!)/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What kind of girl are you? (with pix!)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111726039095957545?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111726039095957545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111726039095957545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111726039095957545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111726039095957545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/which-girl-am-i.html' title='Which Girl Am I'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111710943846414301</id><published>2005-05-26T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T05:10:38.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Luck!</title><content type='html'>Damn Luck!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into the 2nd audition. Planned to go ice-skating with friends and am praying fervently that that day would turn out well. Kinda bad luck these few days! Shoot!Crap! Our new English AND Lit. teacher is Mr Ong. Mr Lai is coming back to teach us but I kinda prefer Mr Von Tan as he taught us some really interesting vocal warm ups one of which is "Mama Made Me Mash My M&amp;MS" its really good and effective. But nvm Mr Lai is not bad. One of the choir instructors said there is a Gold choir lurking in us somewhere and that we have potential yeah this was a very tempting encouragement to achieve a Gold in two years' time.&lt;br /&gt;Got quite a number of things to say but just don't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26th May 05&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*May Wishes And Dreams Come True*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111710943846414301?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111710943846414301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111710943846414301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111710943846414301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111710943846414301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/damn-luck.html' title='Damn Luck!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111685093309189663</id><published>2005-05-23T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T05:22:13.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Me</title><content type='html'>Just Me&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' much lately. Did loads of peronality quizes and almost 80% is accurate.Not many people online today (*sigh*) no wonder I'm feelin' a little lonely. Mom just came back from China 2 days ago and announce that she is leaving for that place again 1 week later cause she has to handle the new girl that just joined the company. Got nagged again for playing computer. Know that its harmful but I really has nothin' much to do, just waintin' patiently for the hols to come. Plan to go to the movies with close friends and ice-skating which I've never tried before. Gotta ta stop here for today byeeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ling&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd May 05&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*May Wishes And Dreams Come True*~&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111685093309189663?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111685093309189663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111685093309189663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111685093309189663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111685093309189663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-me.html' title='Just Me'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111675953721720342</id><published>2005-05-22T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T03:59:20.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="font-family: serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#CCE6FF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;Your #1 Match: ESFJ&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E5F3FF"&gt;The Caregiver&lt;br /&gt;You are sympathetic and caring, putting friends and family first.A creature of habit, you prefer routines and have trouble with change.You love being in groups - whether you're helping people or working on a project.You are good at listening, laughing, and bringing out the best in people.&lt;br /&gt;You would make a great nurse, social worker, or teacher.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/mbtiquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Personality Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111675953721720342?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111675953721720342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111675953721720342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111675953721720342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111675953721720342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/me.html' title='ME!'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111675864269744149</id><published>2005-05-22T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T03:44:14.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road To Take</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="The Beaten Path" src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/Jai16/1099437507_beatenpath.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You take the Beaten&lt;br /&gt;Path.&lt;/b&gt; Afterall, that's what it's there for right? You are&lt;br /&gt;content with the options alreadylaid out for you definitely of the "If it&lt;br /&gt;ain't broke, don't fix it." frame ofmind. You tend to be a follower rather than a&lt;br /&gt;leader, but that's fine becauseall good leaders must first be good followers. You&lt;br /&gt;tend to follow the crowdsliving life the tried and true way, often letting&lt;br /&gt;others make the decisions.Just don't forget you have a mind too. Never be&lt;br /&gt;afraid to voice your ideas oropinions, no matter how ridiculous others may think&lt;br /&gt;they are. This beaten pathis your comfort zone, you want and deserve company&lt;br /&gt;on your travels trough lifeas you are probably a very friendly and kind&lt;br /&gt;individual, always putting theneeds of others before your own. That's an&lt;br /&gt;excellent and all too rare quality.Never lose it. But being surrounded isn't always&lt;br /&gt;the best. People tend to tryand take charge and advantage of the fact and if&lt;br /&gt;you aren't careful, it'llbe your life that's been taken over. Venture away&lt;br /&gt;from your well-traveled roadand find your own away. Head down that road&lt;br /&gt;less-traveled and see what's therebecause though the path you're on may have been&lt;br /&gt;done before, that doesn'tnecessarily make it the right one for you. Step out&lt;br /&gt;of your comfort zone andtake some risks you wouldn't normally take, make&lt;br /&gt;mistakes, and make some timefor just you. Indulge and be a little selfish.&lt;br /&gt;You'll come out all the betterfor it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Jai16/quizzes/What%20Path%20Do%20You%20Take%20In%20Life?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;What Path Do You Take In Life? [X]For Guys and Gals! Pics and Lengthy Results.[X]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111675864269744149?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111675864269744149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111675864269744149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111675864269744149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111675864269744149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/road-to-take.html' title='The Road To Take'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111675811978692085</id><published>2005-05-22T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T03:35:33.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Guided By Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Water" src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/AjLake/1073250609_ementsrain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are guided by water. You are generally calm and&lt;br /&gt;peaceful, but you can be very destructive&lt;br /&gt;without even realizing it.(Rate my test)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/AjLake/quizzes/What%20force%20is%20your%20soul?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;What force is your soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111675811978692085?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111675811978692085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111675811978692085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111675811978692085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111675811978692085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-am-i-guided-by-quiz.html' title='What Am I Guided By Quiz'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111675781477477133</id><published>2005-05-22T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T03:30:31.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where My Beauty Lies In Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Plain Sight" src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/Jai16/1099784838_plainsight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: &lt;p align="center"&gt;Your Beauty liesin Plain Sight. Plain, simple and the girl nextdoor. People tend overlook you as you are the&lt;br /&gt;"normal girl", but you're actuallyvery beautiful. And you have plenty about you to&lt;br /&gt;set you apart, but more thatlets you blend. People love the stability you have&lt;br /&gt;because as others may comeand go, you will always be there and you may always&lt;br /&gt;be the same. You like simplethings and that's what people like about you. You&lt;br /&gt;most likely enjoy things mostconsider normal, like movies, shopping, that sort&lt;br /&gt;of thing and are very friendlyand probably have many friends. You are sweet and&lt;br /&gt;kind and that shows on you,but you're also strong and not very naive. You're a&lt;br /&gt;rather well-roundedindividual. Even though some people pass you off as&lt;br /&gt;just another girl, shrug itoff because they don't know what they're&lt;br /&gt;missing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some ThingsThat Represent You:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Element:&lt;/b&gt;Earth, Light &lt;b&gt;Animal:&lt;/b&gt; Cat &lt;b&gt;Color:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinks, Blues, Browns &lt;b&gt;Song:&lt;/b&gt;Girl Next Door by Pilot &lt;b&gt;Expression:&lt;/b&gt; Simple&lt;br /&gt;Smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gemstone:&lt;/b&gt;Alexandrite &lt;b&gt;Mythological Creature:&lt;/b&gt; Fox&lt;br /&gt;Demon, Hobbit &lt;b&gt;Planet:&lt;/b&gt; Jupiter &lt;b&gt;Hair&lt;br /&gt;Color:&lt;/b&gt; Light Brown &lt;b&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/b&gt;Brown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quote:&lt;/b&gt;"To the world you may be one person, but to&lt;br /&gt;one person you may be the world."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Jai16/quizzes/Where%20Does%20Your%20Beauty%20Lie?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Where Does Your Beauty Lie? ..::Original Pictures Are Back! Detailed Results::..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111675781477477133?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111675781477477133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111675781477477133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111675781477477133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111675781477477133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/where-my-beauty-lies-in-quiz.html' title='Where My Beauty Lies In Quiz'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111673573836984995</id><published>2005-05-21T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T00:23:57.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>River</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;River &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Got chided by Grandma yesterday for playing the computer for too long! I have no chice but to go back to my Buffy book and I managed to finish reading it. It was so sad. The apocalpse is starting and its gonna be the end of the WORLD! Everyone learn to treasure those around them. I reallyyyy can't help pitying Anya for Xander left her at the altar and left her AGAIN at the MagicBox while she hunt for the hog turds(or pig poop). Meanwhile Buffy tried to stop the Angel from breaking the bowls and that Angel refused and yadayada...the story moved me to tears. Fantastic fiction. Really CRAVED to watch this particular episode on TV but...is Buffy The Vampire Slayer still showing???hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The holidays are approaching,I made my plans but all I need is &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;a nod of approval&lt;/span&gt; follow by some personal space to complete my holiday fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hui Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;22nd May&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~*May Wishes And Dreams Come True*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111673573836984995?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111673573836984995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111673573836984995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111673573836984995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111673573836984995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/river.html' title='River'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111658324481142677</id><published>2005-05-20T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T21:00:33.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aideu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aideu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/MyName.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Had a dance workshop which some intructors taught us some dance moves. During choir today, we had to choose one instructor out of four but unfortunately one of them was not able to make it so we will make up our minds after we met that instructor next thursday. The YouthClubHouse is holding this event called Odessey which is similar to Amazing Race and Survival and it also includes Fear Factor dosen't it sound fun? Deciding to join but I must see whether my schedule is busy(*sigh*).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; Decided to sing Skater Boy for the CTSS Idol heard that quite a number of people are participating oh my gosh esp. when my senoirs from the choir are joining the fun too...&lt;/span&gt; Miss Tan is leaving today how sad! Bye Miss Tan, we will miss you! Thanks for the personal card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hui Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;20th May 05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~*May Wishes And Dreams Come True*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111658324481142677?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111658324481142677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111658324481142677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111658324481142677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111658324481142677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/aideu.html' title='Aideu'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111642253673976170</id><published>2005-05-18T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T06:40:32.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;The Mist&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Got back my papers today except science which I am really scared of receiving back...Achieved a distinction for my History and Maths yeaaaa! English...(*sigh*)dropped from A1 to a B3 my gosh its like TERRIBLE I AM GONNA FAINT FELT LIKE KILLING MYSELF!!! On the way back from MOELC me and my friends met that *guy again,the guys were so afraid don't even have the guts to look at him haha it was so hilarious! The "ladies"(the guys)made Kelly cried cause they went overboard in teasing her, they are so evil and wicked can't believe I had such ex-school mates. I am starting to feel the pressure Mdm Luan is giving me cause she asked me how well I did for the papers. Maybe thats the job of a chairperson when everyone looks up to you and expect you to do well feeling reallyyy pressurerizedddd the expectation is so high what can I do? Just have to pull up my socks and put my shoulder on the wheel :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hui Ling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;18th May 05&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~*May Wishes And Dreams Come True*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111642253673976170?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111642253673976170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111642253673976170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You are leaving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We are crying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;One word of goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;We can't help but sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;These six months,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You taught us lots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You pardoned our flaws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You lauded our wits as sharp as claws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;You are our teacher you ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thank you everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Thank you for the memories that we will always sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This is for ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;This ode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Don't worry your existence in us won't turn mouldy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;By ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hui Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;17th May 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~*May Wishes And Dreams Come True*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111631939653503957?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111631416598918007</id><published>2005-05-16T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T00:18:08.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Goodbye Farewell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Miss Seah our lit. teacher and Miss Tan our Eng. teacher are leaving to further pursue their studies. 1C1 lost 2 good teachers in a role...(*sigh*) :( I decided to make Miss Seah and Miss Tan a card together with JE. Miss Tan likes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(thanks for the hint Miss Seah!), so maybe the class will get something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; pinkish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;for Miss Tan! There is this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;CTSS Idol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;thing and I agreed to join haha along with my sista GuoWei and friends Annabella and Si Pei yeahhh!!! Just hope I can find a suitable and meolodious pop song to fit my limited vocals arrggg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hui Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;17th May 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~*May Wishes And Dreams Come True*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111631416598918007?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111631416598918007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111631416598918007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111631416598918007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111631416598918007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/goodbye-farewell.html' title='Goodbye Farewell'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111622308081662715</id><published>2005-05-15T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T05:53:02.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Fallible &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Went to school, for CM Lessons its was quite fun. We learnt Micromedia Fireworks and I hyperlinked te pic to my bloggy!!! And that Guo Wei refused to visit my bloggy cause he siad its boring to read a ll these online journal entries I felt like wringling his neck at that moment or maybe even murder him!!! My goodness he's my sista he don't even want to visit my blog but later agreed cause I told him it plays Hilary's Come Clean arrggg he came on a condition because of the music not what I displayed. Well bought a can of Pringles and shared it with my grandma. Not many people are online now cause that clique of girls and some other girls went on a shopping or window shopping spree...Was talking to Mr Lim and Miss Seah but Miss sEAH DIDN'T REPLY maybe that was Miss Tan...don't know who is it behind that screen name cause i was trying ta match make Mr Lim and Miss Seah too bad our dear Miss Seah ignored the miserable conversation I was having with Mr Lim :D Anway Harry Potter's Goblet Of Fire is going to be out soon ya! &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/HarryPotter.jpg" /&gt; Later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;just came back from MOELC. Missed 2 trains because we had to wait for Kelly as she was buying her cheese burger,poor girl must be very hungry! We talked about Mr Lim and how Nic bully Char. We were really very angry at Nic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hui Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;16th May 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~*May Wishes and dreams come true*~...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111622308081662715?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111622308081662715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111622308081662715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111622308081662715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111622308081662715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/fallible.html' title='Fallible'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111615430093412419</id><published>2005-05-15T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:28:01.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Average &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well nothing much today...went to popular and bought a book "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; How To Win Friends &amp;amp; Influence People &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;For Teenage Girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;" well it could be a useful guide to me in the future cause the front page spells "For Wonderful Young Women Who Will Turn These Pages And Influence The Future" very inspirational right? Wow and maybe I might become a woman of substance haha!!! Later went to the library and borrowed a few books in which 1 is mine and 3 belongs to my mom...I picked BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER! Later bought 2 Chinese books which prices cost a bomb. Mom bargained with that seller from China wow I din't kow my mom is such a great bargainer. Anyway mom's going to China AGAIN tomorrow for a week and next week is Vesak Day and so I will not have Piano lesson AGAIN and Maths tuition, wow better find myself something to do or else its gonna be a bored day!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hui Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;15th May 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~*May Wishes And Dreams Come True*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111615430093412419?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111615430093412419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111615430093412419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111615430093412419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111615430093412419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/average-well-nothing-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111612828239004629</id><published>2005-05-14T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T20:38:02.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilary Duff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Well Hialry Duff has grown from girl to woman just wanna say:"Hilary,I will support ya forever!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v624/gladiathe2/HilaryDuff2.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And also,I wanna thank Sin Yee, Si Pei and Brandon Chan for surprising me with a cake for my b'dae you guys are the best! Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111612828239004629?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111612828239004629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111612828239004629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111612828239004629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111612828239004629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/hilary-duff.html' title='Hilary Duff'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111606615712358289</id><published>2005-05-14T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T23:29:07.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Thanks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Hey there posting 3(my register no. heeee!) times a role. Posting now cause just got my tag-board up and put in MUSIC:COME CLEAN BY HILARY DUFF!!! Isn't it nice???Well just wanna thank some people for encouraging me to do well in exams esp. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Annabel, Edmond, Jiaen, Si Pei, Shi Ying and Yuen Yi( hey both of ya thanks for those encouraging words and helping me by giving practises before Chi Oral) &lt;/span&gt;who keeps on reassuring me everything will be fine really can't thank all of ya enough...just wanna say a miilion thanks profusely...thank you guys you all ROCK! Oh yeah to my God-Brother Brandon Chai: Happy Birthday! Jie will be always here to help ya don't take me for granted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hui Ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;14th May 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;~*May Wishes And Dreams Come True*~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111606615712358289?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111606615712358289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111606615712358289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111606615712358289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111606615712358289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/many-thanks.html' title='Many Thanks...'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111606279928191835</id><published>2005-05-14T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T02:26:39.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogging</title><content type='html'>Ha today my online diary is born its knid of cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;And hopefully install some music in it. Many things happen in school yesterday. Had my very first Sec Chi Oral Exam...it was kind of fun cause it is a totally new format different from Pr. sch's. Well there was a funny encounter which made me laugh real hard. The examiner asked me what approach should I use to advice my friend if she/he had mixed with bad company I replied that I would tell him/her DIRECTLY and she was like you mean being straightforward and scold him/her like that and I said yeah followed by:"Oh becuase I am a very direct person!" She was like OH I SEE YOU ARE A VERY DIRECT PERSON I SEE I SEE...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui ling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111606279928191835?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111606279928191835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111606279928191835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111606279928191835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111606279928191835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/hogging.html' title='Hogging'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12887066.post-111605399534654673</id><published>2005-05-13T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T23:59:55.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo</title><content type='html'>yo just a newbie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12887066-111605399534654673?l=ohthisgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/111605399534654673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12887066&amp;postID=111605399534654673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111605399534654673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12887066/posts/default/111605399534654673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ohthisgirl.blogspot.com/2005/05/yo.html' title='Yo'/><author><name>HL</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14289538592065254007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
